The Wayfinder orders were telling in what they said and more telling in what they did not. They ordered the elimination of Necromancers either to hinder the ritual to resurrect Nagash or to prevent the vastly outnumbered armies of the undead from reinforcing. If it was the former, they were fools, the necromancers involved in the ritual were sequestered away and had spent considerable resources reinforcing their location before even beginning their work. If it was the latter, Heinrich wished them good hunting as he was disgusted by the necromancers’ pitiful offerings. The necromancers had been sheltered and protected from every attack, they could work in their own country rather than on the march, they had all of Sylvania’s history of violence to draw upon, they had a fresh human crusade slaughtered just outside Templehof less than 5 years past, and still every battle the Warden marched into was woefully lopsided in terms of unit composition and hopelessly outnumbered in terms of total forces available.
Not for the first-time Heinrich wondered how much of the Von Carstein arrogance was seeping into his nature despite his abhorrence to the appellation and disgust for their (and his own) kind. For now, he dismissed this latest disdain as rightfully earned and not another sign of his becoming the same arrogant, self-destructive, short-sighted, hypocritical, vainglorious monster as those that forcibly sired him.
The High Elf intelligence on the remaining members of the Midnight Aristocracy was impressive, but their stated goal of destroying necromancers while targeting Ziegfried and the Wight Kings revealed that while their knowledge was wide, it was shockingly shallow. Unless they were specifically concerned with Ziegfried adding to his collection of beautiful daughters…
Also of note was the specific forbiddance to target those that had recently deceived Orion into waging war upon the Empire of Man. As the Dread Master’s and Viscount’s well perforated raiment could attest, the elves had no idea who had performed this act. Just how stupid were they? Ziegfried was actively mocking them with the stag head of their deity while they were stabbing him. Ziegfried himself was named above as a target and had the most accurate (and impressively flamboyant) depiction of all the listed targets. So, they were ordered to avoid Orion’s prey with absolutely no knowledge of who that was. Utter imbeciles. Still, it was reassuring that the elite forces of the elven army were given just as mutually exclusive and impossible to accomplish missions as he himself constantly was.
And there was more to be gained as well from between the lines. Orion was obviously incensed to the degree of sacrificing expedient victory and the safety of his forces for his own personal vengeance. He was willing to give up the advantages of numbers, the chance to safely at range eliminate key forces (and he had no idea how key Heinrich thought with renewed disgust in both the necromancers and the leadership), and indeed willing to put his own forces at risk by handcuffing them with the order to leave those who tricked him to him personally to deal with. If that was not an opportunity that screamed to be exploited, then nothing was.
If indeed the battle ahead was a foregone conclusion, utter suicide, a ludicrously inferior force outnumbered and outgunned; then the only possible objective was to inflict maximum harm on the invading force during the inevitable crushing defeat. Orion was providing one such opportunity. By parading ‘Kurnous’ above the army, boisterously mocking this Orion’s historic failure, they could likely provoke immensely powerful components of the invading army into recklessly abandoning their forces to personally engage his nemesis. So, while the black coaches and savage orc boar boyz big’uns charge into enemy sword masters, eternal guard, and glade guard unleashing their considerably destructive power on the enemy infantry the Dark Stalkers can attempt a task more suited to their unique skills.
Infiltrating the bastion of their most stalwart foe’s capital and stealing ancient artifacts under their noses? Seemingly impossible, but done. Negotiate courtly intrigue and diplomacy with beings thousands of years older whose very existence is steeped in subtlety and plots? Way outside our comfort zone, but complete. Plan for five simultaneous incoming crusades after barely surviving one with half our city destroyed? Insanity, but nearly accomplished. Impersonate gods and deceive their closest followers as well as the living incarnation of their will? Laughably improbable but somehow accomplished. Assassinate an enraged being of extreme power in close combat? Finally, something we are supremely suited towards!
Yes, so chariot and cavalry charges under cover of skeletal archers and Dead Eyez rock lobbers to inflict maximum possible casualties before being utterly routed while simultaneously drawing off powerful enemy assets to engage and destroy apart from the main front. The losses will be catastrophic but only one army can reinforce. But only if we can keep our necromancers alive, and, Heinrich looked at the Wayfinder orders again and sighed. That’s a big if.