The next day, he gathered his things and arrived at the council hall early in the morning. Today's meeting was particularly important, because they would be discussing defensive deployments and, most importantly, the direction of their offensive.
Nearly all the senior officers had therefore come, including the Stormwind City faction led by Lothar, the Stromgarde garrison faction, and the Lordaeron faction that had only arrived yesterday.
He was attending only because of Khadgar's recommendation and Lothar's appreciation. Otherwise, a mere Third-Rank Mage like him would never have qualified.
Perhaps he had arrived too early, for many people had yet to reach the council hall. Only a few people sat in the spacious chamber. He soon found Khadgar and sat beside him.
"Today's council seems rather grand. Are we starting to discuss how to attack?" he quietly asked Khadgar beside him.
"Probably. After all, the reinforcements Uther brought have arrived. It's time to consider how to deal with those orcs. But I think we'll have a hard time reaching an agreement this time."
"Why?" He looked at Khadgar in puzzlement, hoping he could offer an explanation.
"Allen, you weren't born a noble. You don't understand how good they are at wrangling, especially under circumstances like these." He soon understood what Khadgar meant. There were at least three different factions at the meeting, and each had different interests.
Although they all shared the same goal, they could never agree on how to minimize their own losses and gain more benefits while achieving it.
It was just like the last time, when disagreements had emerged throughout the council after their reinforcements were attacked. In fact, a loose organization like the Alliance inevitably produced such results.
People soon began arriving one after another, and before long, everyone was present. After all, no one was