Varian nodded, then looked at Marshal Windsor, who was frowning next to him, and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Marshal, how many more soldiers can we muster? Thirty thousand orcs are a huge threat, and we cannot give up on our citizens again."

"The farms in the Western Wilderness have been almost ruined. The army is short of food and the people need to recuperate. With all due respect, Your Majesty, now is not a good time to start a war."

The marshal thought for several minutes before replying: "The only troops that can still be mobilized are the troops on the front line of Redridge Mountain and the Night's Watch in Dusk Forest, totaling 10,000 people."

"10,000 people? That's too few."

Varian is still underage, but this does not prevent him from understanding a lot of battlefield knowledge. When he was in Lordaeron, he read every frontline battle report completely. He knew very well that facing 30,000 orcs, at least

It takes 50,000 to 70,000 soldiers to resist head-on.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty."

Just as Varian was thinking about the strategy, the silent master assassin interrupted his thinking. Shore coughed lightly and said:

"According to MI7's analysis, we most likely do not need to prepare for war."

"kindness?"

Varian's eyes widened, and the Marshal also looked at the Master Assassin in confusion. The latter showed a silent smile and lowered his voice:

"There are less than 3,000 defenders in Watch Castle. Even if you include the Paladins from Northern Xinjiang and His Majesty Dai Lin's fleet, there will not be more than 10,000 people. But even with these 10,000 people, the orcs have not been able to cross the Curse.

The land and the Swamp of Sorrows, this is an abnormal war. Your Majesty, 10,000 soldiers cannot stop the orcs at all... But now they are stuck in the cursed land. Although the battle seems fierce, in fact, the orc camp has no attack at all.

Traces of previous movement!”

A trace of pain suddenly flashed across Xiao's cheek... Here it comes again, the headache that has been erupting from time to time since returning from the battlefield in the Burning Plains. In severe cases, he may even lose control of his body. Xiao Er didn't know this.

Where does this kind of pain come from, but as an excellent assassin, enduring pain is his basic skill.

His fists were clenched tightly, and after a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:

"It can be seen that... the orcs have no intention of a full-scale invasion... They, they are probably attracting our attention. Don't forget, those orcs who flew through the airspace a few days ago may be carrying out some secret missions.

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"Master Xiaoer, your injury..."

Varian showed a concerned look. He stretched out his hand to help Shaw, but the latter refused. The master assassin stood up straight, his face a little pale, and he said softly:

"It's not a problem, it just stings occasionally. Let's talk about it..."

"Chief, we have important information!"

The agent standing at the door interrupted Shore's description loudly. The latter hooked his fingers. The agent quickly stepped forward and placed two completely different reports on the table. After saluting the king and the marshal,

Stride away.

As the host of the meeting, Shore opened the two battle reports and only glanced at them, his face lit up with joy.

"Your Majesty, Marshal! Our suspicion has come true!"

"Dalaran sent a message. King Terenas convened the King's Council and informed the orc secrets discovered by Lord Presto, the great nobleman of Alterac. The orcs had robbed two things from Alterac and Dalaran.

Items with great power, this is the goal of the orcs, they have no intention of a full-scale invasion."

Shore handed the battle report in his hand to the king, then picked up the second copy, waved it in his hand, and said with a relaxed expression:

"Then there was a report from the agents at the Fortress on the front line...the orcs began to retreat on a large scale!"
Chapter completed!