The battle in the fortress's lower levels was in full swing, and the fighting on the open platforms of the middle and upper levels was no less intense.
The fortress's central area served as the Scourge air force's base, launch point, and landing platform. The Alliance and Horde airships needed to seize it to break into the fortress's interior and form a pincer attack with the ground forces below.
Gargoyles filled the sky like a mass of dark clouds, while Frost Dragons were too numerous to count. Who knew how many dragon graves the Lich King had dug up? Wyrmrest Temple probably hated Arthas, that little tomb-raiding bastard, to the bone.
Yet the Alliance and Horde's remaining two airships showed no fear. It was not because everyone aboard was fearless and unafraid of death, but because they had plenty of reinforcements as well.
The brothers of the Knights of the Ebon Blade had flown the floating fortress Acherus straight over. Under the leadership of Dark Lord Mograine, large numbers of Death Knights rode shadow bats and began attempting a forced landing on the middle-level platform.
The Knights of the Ebon Blade also had an army of Gargoyles. Though their overall numbers were inferior to the Lich King's, with the fire support of the many newly installed machine guns atop Acherus Fortress, they still put up a lively fight.
Oh, of course, to be precise, the Gargoyle forces had all been supplied by Stratholme City's Scarlet Undead Legion. Fat Lord Oscar *Flash Diamond had also come to Northrend with the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
In his words, he had come to take revenge on that dog bastard Arthas who ate sheep dung.
Although he had also participated in the Grand Crusader's Trial, he was only there for fun and to