When Argus Appeared Above Azeroth

"Take cover! The enemy bombardment has started again!"

"Damn it! Are they ever going to stop? Do they have an endless supply of shells?"

"Quit talking nonsense! The enemy will attack after the bombardment! The front line will need heavy fire support then!"

"Fel Cannon positions, get ready! Move it! You damned lazy bastards!"

"That's not enough! Where are the Shadow Sorcerers and Fel Wizards? Why haven't they done anything for three hours?"

"Do you think casters are perpetual-motion machines? They've been fighting nonstop for over twelve hours. Their mana ran dry long ago."

"What about the portals? Have the portals connecting to Argus been restored?"

"No. No one knows what happened. Both the portals and communications have been cut off. We can't receive any supplies or reinforcements at all."

Amid the shrieks, arguments, and roars of the Burning Legion's senior demon commanders, the already battered defensive positions were mobilized once again to meet a new round of attacks.

Clearly, these creatures still had no idea what had happened on Argus. They merely believed that contact with headquarters had been severed for some unknown reason.

Once the portals connected again, the Legion's endless demon armies would immediately reverse the tide and teach their opponents a lesson.

But unlike his subordinates, who remained optimistic, Kil'jaeden could not smile at all.

Ever since the Devil Astartes had crossed the portals, landed on Argus, and established defensive fortifications, he had continuously received the latest battlefield reports from General Erodus of the Antoran Command Council.

For example, the Burning Legion's hard-won mobile forces had been wiped out by the enemy's devastating weapons. Or that Illidan Stormrage, that damned Night Elf traitor, had led a small squad ever deeper into the planet's core and had even taken control of the avatar left behind when