The food supply is all dependent on wheat from the Elwyn Forest and the western wilderness of Stormwind, which have now been conquered by the orcs, and Lordaeron's food cannot be transported to Ironforge, so the supply pressure there must be very high.

"Well, Riptide Castle relies on the generosity of King Terenus here, fortunately it can continue, but I think the pressure on Lordaeron is also very high, and when this happens, I will go back to Riptide Castle once, it's time to hold a meeting, if this continues, without the elimination of the orcs, our people may starve to death first!" Prince Danas said with some apprehension.

"Prince Danas doesn't have to be polite, that's what Lordaeron should do." Arthas was taking a sip of the elixir in the cup, but when he heard Danas say this, he quickly put down the wooden cup in his hand and expressed the position of the Lordaeron Kingdom, "As for the general attack, I also think it's time." When the escaped orcs bring the news of the Queen's escape from Grimbaatar back to the orc stronghold, these fellows will be in a panic; If they can't evacuate Palatine Bay immediately, we can send troops in time to join the army of Ironforge and stop this group of guys in the Jedi. ”

"Yes, Prince Arthas, you are right." Arthas's words coincided with Danas's previous speculation about the battle situation, which made him surprised and admired the unusually intelligent little prince of the neighboring country even more.

"If all goes well, within a few months, this war will be over." Arthas heard the compliment in Danas's words, but he didn't pay much attention to it—what was there to worry about? My age is three times the age of my current body!

"yes, if all goes well!" Prince Danas sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but look around—in the vast courtyard of the Danmod Fortress, human soldiers and dwarven warriors who had just finished their desperate struggle were gathering around a campfire, drinking wine from the Arathi Highlands and barley wine from the Dammorrow Plains.

Unlike the solemnity of war, everyone's face was now filled with laughter, and the singing and dancing were the main theme of the Dammod Fortress tonight, which made even Prince Danas in it a little dazed, as if the previous sword and sword, blood and death were a dream, although he had experienced it himself.

During this short but long day, groups of militia from Fort Rapids continued to march into the fortress of Danmod, and they used their lives and flesh and blood to perfectly execute Prince Danas's strategy of "luring the enemy to attrition"; At the same time, in the Dammod Fortress, where the celebration is now taking place, the bodies of militiamen are burned and become one with the land, and they will never see their homeland, the relatives for whom they gave their lives.

Thinking of this, Danas's eyes moistened a little; As a marshal, a battle-hardened commander, he had already achieved "a thunderstorm in his chest and a face like a peaceful lake", but every time the war ended, he could hardly hold himself when he saw the faces that were sad because of the loss of his comrades and inspired by the victory.

It is said that a good general is like a poet, performing the art of his command on the battlefield, bringing the enemy a gorgeous death like beautiful poetry; Danas didn't agree with this sentence, but he did have surging feelings like an artist in his heart at this time, and he wanted to express them.

The feeling was so strong that Prince Danas looked a little dazed; Arthas noticed the bald uncle's abnormality, and he called out the name of Prince Danas in confusion, pulling him back from his trance.

Danas, who came to his senses, nodded to Arthas, moved the barrel on his lap to the bench, and then Huo Ran stood up, used all his strength, and shouted: "Young men! Be quiet! Your commanders have something to say! ”

"Silence, silence!" "Prince Danas has something to say!" …… Danas's voice was loud, but it was difficult to reach the entire corner of the fortress of Dammade; However, the soldiers of Riptide Fort were still very cooperative, and the celebration had just begun, and everyone was not yet drunk, although they were a little dizzy, but they still conveyed a quiet message to each other.

The quality of the army was reflected at this time, and it didn't take long for the originally noisy Danmod Fortress to be much quieter at this time. And Prince Danas's previous fears were also beginning to show - although the human soldiers were quiet, they all turned their eyes to this side, waiting for their marshal to speak; And the dwarven warriors are still noisy.

Fortunately, in the short time before, the human soldiers and the dwarf warriors have become one, basically every dwarf has human soldiers around them, and after a brief explanation and persuasion, the dwarves have gradually quieted down, but some dwarf warriors have drunk more wine, although they have closed their mouths, but they still can't control the loud wine burps, causing the surrounding human soldiers and dwarves to snicker.

Seeing that the scene had quieted down, Prince Danas nodded in satisfaction, picked up the barrel from the bench beside him, and stepped onto the bench. He was already tall, and standing on the bench at this time was even more eye-catching. All the people in the Dammod Fortress, except for Frost Grief, looked at their master, the Red Dragon Queen with a wine barrel, and didn't know what to complain about with Wen Leisa beside her, and they all focused their eyes on the prince and marshal of the Stormgard Kingdom.

"Yesterday, the evil orc invaders tried to take advantage of the festival celebrated by the dwarven brothers to launch a surprise attack on the fortress of Dammod." As soon as Prince Danas spoke, the drunken dwarves felt embarrassed, and when they looked at the barrel in their hands, they felt a little dazzling, and they couldn't help but consciously hide the barrel in their hands behind them.

"Luckily, Prince Arthas from Lordaeron detected the orc plot in time, and thanks to your heroic battles, we managed to hold the fortress of Dammod. And with the support of our powerful allies, soldiers, I can now proudly announce that the orc army besieging outside the fortress of Dammod has withdrawn in disarray, and now, let us cheer for victory! Prince Danas raised the barrel in his hand and poured it into his mouth first.

"Victory!" "Hooray!" …… One by one, the human soldiers chanted, drinking from their glasses; The dwarves were stunned for a moment, and then followed—most people had guessed that the battle was over before the celebration, but now from the mouth of Prince Danas, it was even more accurate.

Putting down the barrel in his hand, Prince Danas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand that had taken off his iron gauntlet, and the dark red liquor slurry stuck to his brown beard one by one, which looked terrifying, but the prince marshal ignored it completely, and he pressed the air a few times with the hand that had just wiped his mouth, and soon the fortress of Danmod, which was boiling over from victory, was quiet again.

"Victory is gratifying, but we must not forget the sacrifice. In this battle, more than 5,000 of our comrades left us forever, and many more were wounded. Prince Danas said this, with a choked voice in his voice, his gloom infected everyone present, and every Riptide militia who had lost a partner in the battle bowed their heads and mourned for their comrades-in-arms, who had the deepest feelings between men, but often faced the cruelest partings.

"Because of the tension of the war, we did not have the time and place to keep the remains of these warriors, and in the end we chose to keep their ashes here, in this land where their blood was red. I regret that the remains of these warriors cannot return to their homeland, to the land for which they shed their blood and sacrifice, the Arathi Heights; But please believe that their bravery will be passed on to future generations along with this fortress that will never fall. "Prince Danas refers to the unification of the human kingdom, the belief that the souls of those who have died in battle will return to the Light and gain eternal life; And their bodies can only be considered a complete burial when they return to their homeland for burial; However, these warriors who died in the fortress of Danmod will never be finished