Alleria's question caused everyone to stop their discussion and look at this elf who should be said to know the orcs relatively well.
"I'm thinking...what to eat later? Is it better to eat hot pot or..." Yulin Blood Eagle suddenly stopped talking.
He finally realized that now was not the time to say these words. He looked at the many high-ranking human and elf officers in the conference hall who were laughing in dismay.
"Okay! You go back and make food first!" Alleria held back the anger that was about to erupt like a volcano, and tried to make herself appear normal and calm as she said to the Yulin Blood Eagle.
"Ah! Okay!" Yulin Blood Eagle felt the crisis like a volcano about to erupt, and hurriedly said goodbye and left as if he had been granted amnesty.
The moment he walked out of the conference hall, a roar of laughter erupted in the conference hall.
With a relaxed and happy mood, he asked two personal guards to follow him to Menethil Port to purchase ingredients. To be honest, since arriving in Azeroth, he has never really done anything for himself.
Eat once.
Although he had asked the dwarves to build a set of kitchen utensils for him, he had been worried about his life in this dangerous world. He practiced his skills when he had time. He suffered a lot, but there were not many who cooked food seriously.
times. Now here, he really has nothing to do except eat.
Despite the war, Menethil's port market still has a lot of fresh seafood. As long as you have the money to buy it, you can always buy the ingredients you want. No matter when people always need to eat, the same goes for nobles and refugees. People.
It is an eternal truth that food is the most important thing. It is just divided into peacetime and wartime, and there are those who eat more and those who eat less.
The Zhumen's wine and meat smelled stinky, and people were frozen to death on the road. Compared to the refugees, Yulin Blood Eagle was now considered a member of the Zhumen, so he planned to make a big purchase and eat and drink like a pig when he returned.
He is not a very picky person, nor does he always bargain with these poor fishermen like a woman. After all, Dailin also gave him a large sum of money, and spent a few more coppers to return to the people of Proudmoore.
Nothing. So for several days, a very popular elf appeared in the Menethil port market.
Not long after, Yulin Xueying and six of his bodyguards all carried a bag of seafood and headed back to camp. They ate and drank with several of their bodyguards that day until nightfall.
When Alleria came to see him at night, he was already drunk and unconscious. He slept like a dead pig, leaving Alleria with nowhere to vent the volcano-like anger she had accumulated today. She smelled full of
The room smelled of alcohol, and he frowned, slamming the door and left.
In the next three days, Alleria did not appear in front of him again, and the only thing he was thinking about was how to cook food. If the rich sect is full of wine and meat, his sect must be the rice sect these days.
It is the smelliest door in the city of Nesil, because as long as you open the door, people who are not good at drinking will definitely smell a strong smell of alcohol.
On the fourth day, Sylvanas arrived at the Port City of Menethil. She came here riding the griffon she snatched from the Featherwood Blood Eagle, and Rubeus was on the way back with the aircraft carrier formation.
As soon as she placed the gryphon, she reported to Alleria. Sylvanas found Alleria, who was discussing matters with the officers of Proudmoore.
"How did you get here? So fast? Is the fleet back?" Alleria asked.
"No! I came here on a gryphon knight." Sylvanas said.
"Oh! Then did you see the orc troops heading towards Menethil City?" Alleria asked.
"I saw it!" Sylvanas said.
"Do you know what those big carts of the orcs are pulling?" Alleria asked.
"Catapult!" Sylvanas looked at the group of people around her strangely and said, "What? Don't you know?"
"How do you know it's a catapult?" Alleria asked.
"There are many such catapults on the orc positions on the south bank of the Strait of Hormuz. Of course I know about them," Sylvanas said.
"It turns out to be a catapult!" All the officers in the conference hall suddenly solved the mystery in their hearts. But after this mystery was solved, another question arose in their hearts.
Menethil is a coastal city in the swamp. It is at least 80 to 100 kilometers away from the nearest stone mountain. Why did the orcs get so many catapults? Do they have so many stones to throw?
For a city with strong fortifications like Menethil, even if the orcs had catapults to attack the city, they would not be able to break the wall without enough stones.
"Why did the orcs bring so many catapults here? The city of Menethil is surrounded by swamps, and there are no stones for them to extract for siege." Dailin's question was exactly what the officers had in mind.
"How do I know? I'm not an orc commander." Sylvanas said, "Where's my brother-in-law? Why didn't I see him?" Sylvanas looked at Alleria and asked.
"Don't mention that bastard to me!" Alleria said angrily.
"What's wrong? Are we arguing again?" Sylvanas asked.
"No!" Aurelia said: "Let's not mention him anymore, let's talk about the situation in Arathi!"
From Sylvanas's account, everyone also knew that the situation in Arathi was also very bad. The Alliance army established a defense line based on the natural danger of the strait, and various human kingdoms sent a large number of troops to garrison on the north coast, and even Proudmoore
There are also three legions there, but the situation is still grim, not much better than the situation here in Proudmoore.
It wasn't that Proudmoore was selfless and still sent three legions to the Arathi front despite his own danger, but because the previous defense line was forcibly broken through by the orc army in the center, and those three legions happened to be on the other side of the Arathi defense line at the time. In the end, he had no choice but to
They could only follow the main force of the Allied forces and retreat to the north shore of the Strait of Hormuz to garrison.
Now among the three human legions of Proudmoore, only one has retreated from the previous defense line. The other two are naval legions. One once went to support Stormwind City, and the other has been stationed in Menethil.
In fact, there is a legion in the city of Menethil that has been beaten to the point of being unorganized, but this legion has been ignored by all the officers, intentionally or unintentionally.
Because this is a United Nations army composed of soldiers from various countries who have collapsed on the front line. Not only is the morale low, but the composition is complicated. The soldiers do not know the generals, and the generals do not know the soldiers. Thank God if they can avoid causing trouble. No one can expect them to.
Although they played no significant role in the battle to defend the city, they were somewhat worried that once the city was breached, they would desperately seize ships and escape.
The sailors on the ship from the Hinterlands never strayed far from their own ship, and even the gryphon knights were always taking off and landing on the ship. Generally speaking, the situation on the front in the direction of Arathi is only slightly better than that of Proudmoore, but the two sides are still not at the same time.
They are constantly sending troops to both sides of the Taiwan Strait. It is obvious that both sides are accumulating strength and do not want to fight. A battle will be extremely brutal.