Brocksey left with the team.

But this wasn't because of Kael'thas, it was because of the change in the tide of the battle that his flank raids didn't have much effect.

Moreover, Brockshi's departure did not change the resistance strategy of King Sarufar, and the orcs of the tribe still stood heroically in front of the alliance.

The battle was so harsh that it lasted until the afternoon of the next day, when all the soldiers were exhausted, and the tribe suddenly retreated.

Instead of being driven out of the Scorching Canyon by the Alliance, they retreated on their own initiative and stationed in the Burning Plains.

This bizarre action is explained by the Alliance's latest intel, the return of Orgrim*, the hammer of destruction.

The Great Chief of the Horde arrived on the Burning Plains, where he ordered the remnants of the battle on the scorching gorge to be abandoned, determined to gather his troops to fight on the Burning Plains.

"Whether it is victory or abandonment depends on the battle on the burning plains."

On this night, the commanders of the various lines of the alliance held a meeting with their spirits and bloodshot eyes.

"We'll attack in three days."

Lothar sat in the center of the campfire and opened her mouth to announce the time.

"Why does it take so long?"

Magni asked strangely, now that the alliance is gaining momentum, it stands to reason that it should attack earlier and directly overwhelm the tribe.

One day off, one day of planning, it doesn't seem like three days.

"We're going to wait for time."

Lothar looked at the dwarven leader and explained:

"Orgrim is a very cautious guy, we may not have enough troops, and we need to wait for new reinforcements to come."

This made Kael'thas guess a little.

"Hammer dwarves?"

He tried to ask.

"Yes."

Lothar turned her head to him and nodded with a smile:

"But it's not just them."

In fact, as early as the previous battle, Lothar had expected the approach of the decisive battle, and he had already asked for reinforcements from several other kingdoms.

It was the final battle, and the troops of Lordaeron, Fort Riptide, and Dalaran were all heading south.

With almost all the support that these countries can mobilize, the number of Alliance soldiers who will arrive can completely overwhelm the orcs.

"We'll have soldiers far beyond the tribe, so don't rush now."

Lothar's eyes are full of confidence:

"When they arrive, we can beat the orcs back to their homeland in one go."

He couldn't help but say this, because if he couldn't succeed in one go, the logistics of the alliance would not be able to afford to consume such a large team.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Lothar suddenly looked solemn and said solemnly:

"I hope that if you can find the Orc Great Chief in the next war, you will kill or capture him."

"This would greatly reduce the number of wounded in the league."

The Horde is now almost defeated, but their power is still there, and if they can defeat Orgrim in the next battle, it will be a nightmare for the Horde.

As soon as something happens to Orgrim, the tribe that barely retains its morale will be torn apart in an instant, turning into a rabble.

This is something that everyone else understands, so no one disputes it.

Kael'thas breathed a sigh of relief, he had been worried that Lothar would fight Orgrim alone, but now it seems that the commander of the alliance is not so impulsive.

As long as Lothar doesn't come into contact with Orgrim, nothing will happen to him.

The meeting went on to discuss some of the details, and Lothar let everyone rest.

The next day, almost all the soldiers were resting.

On the third day, reinforcements from the north began to arrive.

The man who arrived from the Hammer Dwarves was Kudran. Brute Hammer is not the Dwarven Lord that Kael'thas is familiar with. Kudran was apparently much closer to the humans than Kael'thas was, and for that reason, they didn't do much communication.

Unexpectedly, however, the commander sent by Fort Riptide reached out to Kael'thas to show his kindness.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for helping us repair the walls."

The name of this commander was Danas. Torbain, a member of the royal family of Riptide Castle, is not Solas's son, but a relatively close junior.

Kael'thas knew that this man was one of the heroes of the Alliance, and had heard that he had been in charge of the defense of many places before.

"There's our magic on that wall, and we're just trying to restore it."

Kael'thas replied with a smile to Danas's thanks.

"However, to the people of Riptide Castle, His Highness's behavior has flattered us."

Danas bowed, and then after noticing the confusion on Kael'thas face, he explained with a smile:

"Your Highness, we haven't been in contact with the High Elves for generations."

"Riptide Castle is the country where the first kingdom of humanity was inherited, and everyone has heard of humans and High Elves fighting trolls together as children."

"It's a proud past, but over the years, the elves have drifted away from humans."

"Your Highness, your actions seem to have brought this glory back to us."

Danas stared at Kael'thas with open eyes and laughed at himself:

"Perhaps His Highness also knows that Torbain is not a descendant of the orthodox royal family of Riptide Castle, and this matter has always been a thorn in our hearts."

"Our Tol Bain family name comes from the royal family of Arathas - appreciating our family's performance in the Troll Wars."

"Your Highness's willingness to rebuild the walls for us is a recognition of our traditions, which means a lot to us and to the people."

Kael'thas was silent.

If dragons or other long-lived races said so, he would believe it.

But the speed of human generation is too fast, and who will remember the glory of the past after a few generations?

Danas's words didn't feel real to him, but in any case, the human commander had come with good intentions, and Kael'thas had no reason to reject it.

"We never wanted to stop communicating with you."

Kael'thas opened his eyes and said nonsense, and he acted as if nothing had happened:

"It's just that we are relatively conservative, and our culture is quite different from your human culture, which has misled you."

In a way, Kael'thas was right, and the arrogant elves didn't like to come out of Quel'Thalas.

"Maybe so."

Danas laughed, rolled his eyes, and suddenly asked:

"Then His Highness Kael'thas, if you don't mind, after the war, can you elves strengthen communication with our Riptide Castle?"

"We also have maritime transport, and maybe we can improve the relationship between the two countries through the exchange of goods."

Arathi and other places are under the control of Fort Riptide, and it will not be difficult for them to develop sea transportation.

Kael'thas was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he thought about it for a long time, it turned out that this was Danas's intention.

This must have been the order of King Soras, who had become less and less powerful in the human world in recent centuries, and who were now trying to improve their status with the help of elven connections.

Kael'thas thought it was funny, but it wasn't an errand for the elves, and Riptide was an open market.

The only concern is that the trade of goods may be just the beginning of Riptide Castle, after which it may be thinking of more ways to use elven resources.

But these don't seem to matter too much.

"I'll propose it to my father."

So, Kael'thas agreed for the time being.

"Then thank you, Your Highness."

This answer made Danas overjoyed, and his face showed a little.

After that, they didn't talk much about it.

On the third day, all the troops from the north arrived, numbering more than 300,000, and filled the corner of the scorching canyon like ants.

At noon, the coalition was ready to go.

The earth cracked and parched, and the footsteps of the soldiers marching side by side were enough to make the earth shake.

Lothar stood on a high place with several high-ranking commanders, looked at the troops like waves, and smiled confidently:

"There's no reason for us to fail, right?"

Compared to him, Uther was a little more worried:

"Can the logistics provide it?"

There are more people in front of him than he imagined, and the consumption of any day is also a staggering number, which is worrying him.

"Two weeks."

Lothar replied to him:

"Containing food looted on the road, it should be enough for two weeks."

At this time, there is no mercy, anyway, this continent was originally human, and Lothar decided to plunder all the way.

In terms of logistics, what Kael'thas didn't know was that Quel'Salas had also sent a batch of material aid.

It was a decision made by King Anastarian after Aurelia returned home, anticipating victory in the war.

"Therefore, we cannot stop, we can only solve it quickly."

Lothar then said solemnly:

"In two weeks, win completely!"

This can be a very stressful task.

There is still most of the territory under the Burning Plains that has not been recovered, and Kael'thas and the others finally noticed the importance of Orgrim's surname.

If Orgrim were alive, the Alliance, no matter how hard it tried, would not be able to reclaim the entire continent in two weeks.

Only by killing or controlling him can you win at the given time.

[It's going to be fine]

The Alliance's eager march would place a heavy burden on the elves, and Kael'thas looked down with some concern.

Among the countless flags, Kael'thas easily spotted the yellow phoenix flag on a red background, the flag of Quel'Salas.

He saw the High Elves, dressed brightly like the flags.

They followed the beautiful Ranger leader and rode the Landing Bird along the flow of people, showing a completely different brilliance from their surroundings.

As if sensing Kael'thas gaze, Sylvanas, who was taking the lead, looked up and forgot to come over.

'Don't worry'

A smile bloomed on her face, and Kael'thas understood what she meant in an instant.

(To be continued)