Planet Azeroth orbit.
The coordinates of Argus within the Sargeras Keystone had been transmitted to the consoles of every warship. In real-time strategy game terms: Azeroth's faction had already mass-produced its first wave of troops, organized them into formations, and completed the assembly. Meanwhile, the shipyards back at base continued churning out the second and third waves of warships.
"The time has come. Our final battle against the Burning Legion is about to begin!"
Amid the sea of warships, a disc-shaped mothership occupied the center. Titan Sarodar rose from his throne, his figure and voice transmitted through Image Crystals to the public screens aboard every warship.
"To borrow a saying the orcs hold as their creed: victory or death!"
"Our fleet is endless, and our soldiers march into battle ready to die. The Burning Legion may destroy one, ten, or a hundred of our warships, but we will fill those losses with thousands, tens of thousands more, until we crush them into the ground and make them tremble as they surrender to us!"
"Certain victory! Certain victory! For Azeroth!"
Soldiers of every race aboard the warships erupted into fervent cheers as one.
"The people of our homeworld are watching us. Azeroth is watching us. Our fleet will unleash the fury of vengeance upon the enemy. Anyone who resists our conquest will be utterly exterminated beneath our cannons!"
"Azeroth Fleet, prepare to jump!"
"All forces, attack!"
Countless warships ignited their engines at once and moved toward the newly constructed psionic relay station not far from the twin planets.
This enormous ring-like device had only one purpose: large-scale, precise jumps.
After the war began, the steadily emerging newly built warships would also jump through the psionic relay station to Argus's main battlefield, joining the battle as wave after wave of reinforcements.