"Lord Lothar, urgent news..."
A knight in a white war robe rushed into the Alliance command tent, but before he could say another word, he collapsed from exhaustion.
It seemed he had endured an exceptionally arduous journey over the past while.
"He has a letter!" Turalyon's sharp eyes spotted the roll of parchment tied to the knight's arm. He hurried over to remove it, then handed it to the Alliance commander behind him, Marshal Anduin Lothar.
Lothar quickly scanned everything written on the parchment, then clenched his teeth.
At the sight of Lothar's expression, the commanders around him all paled.
"My lord, what does it say?" Turalyon asked tentatively.
"The Horde has crossed the Alterac Mountains and is making all speed for Lordaeron!" Lothar's expression was grave. "They may already have begun attacking the capital!"
"What?" Turalyon's mouth fell open.
The generals beside him, from Thoradin Trollbane and Uther the Lightbringer to Muradin Bronzebeard, were all shocked by Lothar's words.
"That's impossible!" Thoradin was the first to speak. "Hass is guarding the Alterac Mountains. He would never let the Horde through!"
"I trust Hass too, but the Horde has indeed gotten through!" Lothar put away the parchment as he spoke. "Perhaps they found some trail through the mountains... Lordaeron has only ten thousand defenders. Hass is leading the Alterac garrison to reinforce them, and Greymane's troops are heading that way too... but it isn't enough!"
Lothar paused, a trace of helplessness flickering in his eyes.
He had never expected the Horde to make such a reckless move. If those green-skinned monsters occupied the Alliance capital, the situation on the battlefield would change completely. Even if the Horde ultimately lost, the Alliance would pay a far greater price...
That was not something Lothar wanted to see!
"We must hurry to their