"They really came." Kainings returned to the command room with firsthand intelligence from the front.
Halliwell stared at the war table, marking the movements of the Warsong Orcs Army Corps with black flags.
"Have we pinpointed the Warsong Clan Army Corps' main force?" Rowan asked, cutting straight to the point.
Number Six and Number Seven exchanged glances, rolled their eyes at each other, and remained silent.
With Number Zero absent, these two intelligence operatives never got along. Rowan waved a hand, signaling them to hurry and investigate the movements of the Warsong Orcs' main force.
Although the Warsong Orcs were certain to break out somewhere near Jadefire Town, it was one of Hillsbrad's larger towns. An overly extended battle line would make it difficult for the Combined Fleet to bombard the coast.
If the Combined Army Corps could not locate the Warsong Orcs' main force immediately, the Orcs retreating from North Mountain Town would easily board the Zandalar fleet's warships and head offshore to recuperate.
Offshore Southshore, there were dozens of islands of varying sizes. With enough food and supplies, those islands would serve as natural staging grounds for attacks on Southshore.
During the last naval battle, the Combined Fleet had exhausted all its Mage Hunter ammunition. Over the next two weeks, the Ground Technology Research Institute had worked overtime to produce seven shells.
There was not even one shell available for each Mage Hunter cannon.
They were nowhere near as confident about this naval battle as they had been about the last.
But Rowan's objective had changed this time. The number of Orcs in the Warsong Clan Army Corps kept growing. According to the information in the last two battle reports, their army now numbered over six thousand.
They had expanded from a small force to the size of