I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Since most of the officers had already followed Marshal Turalyon to Nethergarde, there were not many people in Stormwind Fortress, and even fewer people who could attend the royal military meeting.

Alvin looked around and saw only a few familiar faces: Marcus Jonathan, Katrana Prestor, and the Great Craftsman Mekkatorque...

Mekkatorque? He's still in Stormwind? After we parted at the station yesterday, I thought he'd gone home!

The dwarf saw Alvin coming and winked at him.

And then there was just the boy king, Varian Wrynn.

The expressions on everyone's faces were completely different, as if they were facing different things.

Marcus looked nervous. His military rank was not high to begin with, so he had to take on the task this time. Even though he was a sergeant major, he had the highest rank in the whole city, so it was natural that he became the main participant in this meeting.

Katrana still had an elegant smile on her face. Alvin knew that this woman had been thinking about the successor of the Black Dragon Legion recently, and her mind was probably not on this. To the black dragon, whether it was humans or orcs, they were all ants. Who won or lost was probably not as attractive as what to eat in the evening.

Little King Varian...

Well, the little king seems ready to go into battle...

He was wearing a relatively small suit of armor, which looked a bit out of place. He sat carelessly on the steps in front of the throne, with his sword on the ground, looking like a mercenary, and it seemed that he was ready for battle.

"Mr. Alvin! You're just in time!"

Varian stood up. The heavy armor was too much of a burden for this half-grown boy.

He finally managed to stand firm before he began to speak.

"I believe Mr. Marcus has already briefly informed you, gentlemen, the Horde is attacking!"

At this time, Varian no longer had any childishness. His early experiences made him well aware of the threat posed by the tribe, and his painful experiences also made his mind mature prematurely.

At this moment, he did not show any fear at all.

Instead, he pointed at the map on the table with his scabbarded sword.

"According to our scouts' reports, the Horde has split into two groups. One of them has already started fighting with the main Alliance force led by Turalyon in Watchtower, and the other group..."

The little king used his sword to draw a road directly to the mark representing Stormwind City.

"They're coming straight for us. I'm afraid the Horde's plan is the same as last time. They want to defeat us in a short period of time and occupy Stormwind City!"

"Your Majesty is right,"

Marcus picked up a thin stick from the table and pointed at the map.

"This place is called Deadwind Pass, and it's near Karazhan. The Horde has already arrived here. With every passing second, they are getting closer to us. At their marching speed, they are expected to reach Stormwind City by dawn tomorrow."

"How could the tribe act so quickly?"

Katrina frowned.

Marcus wiped the sweat from his head. It was obvious that although this professional soldier was very nervous, he remained calm.

"Because this isn't their first time coming. Some of them must have fled back to the other side of the gate after the last failed invasion. They're very familiar with our terrain, so they were able to decisively split into two groups and come directly to us."

"It's just that the current situation in Stormwind isn't very good. We're seriously short of manpower. I've already counted our elite troops, and they're all trapped in Nethergarde. Right now, there are probably only a little over a thousand men in Stormwind who can go to the battlefield."

"How many people from that tribe came?"

Mekkatorque's voice was a little sharp, but he asked the question that Alvin also wanted to know.

"It is said that the vanguard is the Wolf Cavalry, probably about 2000 strong, and there are countless more behind them..."

"..."

There was silence in the hall.

"This isn't a good situation..."

Varian frowned and angrily slammed the scabbard to the ground.

"Alvin, what do you think? Fight? Or retreat?"

Katrina looked up and asked. She noticed that Alvin had been silent and wondered what he was thinking. She knew that her brother was quite clever.

"Fight, of course I have to fight."

Alvin pointed to Nethergarde's location on the map and said worriedly, "Nethergarde can only survive if we hold on. If we give up, the Horde will be free to deal with the Alliance's main force in Nethergarde. If Stormwind is lost, they will have nowhere to retreat."

"If they are wiped out, the alliance will be truly finished, so we can't retreat, we can only fight!"

"Well said, Pastor Alvin! I've always thought we should fight, but I've also felt there's a huge disparity in strength. Now that you've put it this way, I understand! We must fight!"

Although the little King Varian was young, he agreed with Alvin's words. Although he had not thought it through and hesitated before, he was enlightened by Alvin's words and immediately supported Alvin's opinion.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your determination will be the key to our victory."

"Mr. Alvin, what should we do then?"

the little king demanded.

"We have to defend. Stormwind City has just been built, and the defense capabilities of the new Stormwind City are much higher than those of the old Stormwind City."

"But those orcs who escaped from the last battle didn't know this. They must have thought we were in the same situation as last time, so they underestimated us and sent cavalry. Although they had more people, they forgot one thing..."

"what's up?"

The little king is a good supporting actor.

Alvin gave Varian a grateful look and continued.

"They forget that cavalry is not good at sieges!"

"In order to increase their marching speed, they can't carry large engineering weapons like catapults. We can only rely on their wolf cavalry to attack Stormwind's sturdy walls. I think we can hold on!"

"As long as we hold on, the Horde will definitely send more troops from Nethergarde to us, which will greatly reduce the pressure on Nethergarde. I believe that Marshal Turalyon will seize the opportunity and make a move!"

"Also, High Craftsman, now that our subway is open, I'd like to know if we can count on reinforcements from Ironforge?"

"You and I are thinking the same thing, Brother Alvin! I've already sent my people to Ironforge to report the news! But it takes half a day one way, and at least a day to go back and forth. Also, as far as I know, Ironforge is also very empty right now. I'm afraid they can't provide us with much support. At most, they can provide weapons and ammunition."

Mekkatorque said helplessly.

Alvin knew he was not lying. He had witnessed the current state of Ironforge a few days ago. King Magni Bronzebeard couldn't even send anyone to help Mekkatorque catch a rat. It would be hard to expect them to send many more people after this.

But it is also good to have weapons and ammunition. At this time, as long as there is a supply of materials, it is not an isolated city. Even if the tribe besieges it, it will not be out of food.

"Very good, that's enough. Weapons, food, as long as I have supplies, I'm confident I can hold on."

"As for the deployment of defense, we are currently short of manpower and must rely on the strength of the city residents. I wonder if this is possible."

Alvin thought for a moment and continued, "Mr. Marcus will continue to be responsible for the defense of the city wall. Prepare more rolling stones, wooden beams, boiling water pots, and the like."

"no problem!"

"Then, Your Majesty, you must immediately explain the current situation to the city's residents and call on them to take up arms and defend their homes! Have those with combat abilities, such as hunters, support the defense of the city walls as much as possible!"

"Okay! Mr. Irwin!"

Varian readily agreed.

Before he knew it, Alvin was the one giving the orders...

"What about me? What do I do?"

Alvin looked up and saw that the person asking the question was Katrina.

"You'd better practice your lung capacity and take a deep breath..."