In the Name of the World! Honorable Sire, Azer...

78. In the Name of the World! Honorable Sire, Azeroth's children Have Come Knocking on Your Windows

When Azshara rode a majestic Stoneborn demon, generously provided by the Stonewright, to the main battlefield of Castle Nathria, the "rebels" had just torn through the outer defenses of the Sire's loyal retainers.

Near Castle Nathria's royal gardens, vast numbers of elite Venthyr were retreating. The light from the Crimson Gates they used to evacuate the battlefield merged together, staining almost the entire Garden District blood-red.

However, Azshara was a leader who understood warfare.

She saw at a glance that the rebels had not broken through the defenses. The besieged court elites had chosen to withdraw of their own accord.

They intended to retreat into the sturdier Castle Nathria, hold their ground there, and await the arrival of relief armies from various places across Revendreth. It was a very sound decision.

Especially now, when most of Revendreth's Stoneborn had chosen to obey the Stonewright's orders. Though the Sire still had the Nathrezim's unwavering loyalty, anyone with even a little understanding of wars in the material cosmos knew that dreadlords could not fight hard battles.

Their talents were all invested in disguises and schemes. Their ability in direct combat was abysmal.

In the material cosmos, they could still rely on the Burning Legion and summon Hellfire as strategic weapons to bombard the battlefield, earning themselves the nickname "self-propelled Hellfire launchers." But now that they had come to the Shadowlands, the Burning Legion's invincible logistics could no longer provide them with ready-to-use Hellfire constructs.

When the strategic situation was deadlocked or favorable, dreadlords could use sneak attacks to seize some gains. But in the utterly disadvantageous situation before them, even if the Nathrezim were brimming with devotion to the Sire, they would never rush to