Archimonde's injury did not slow the Burning Legion's campaign. Tichondrius's dread demon legion was the first to launch an attack. After being thwarted in the previous assault, he had not given up. Instead, he had gathered more and stronger troops, swearing to wash away his humiliation.
Infernals filled the sky as they flew straight toward Ravencrest's formation. This time, Tichondrius used no schemes at all; it was a head-on clash from the outset, with all his strength unleashed! Ravencrest was no fool. Having witnessed the power of Infernals in the Battle of Nameless Valley, he quickly devised a countermeasure. Warriors held shields and formed groups of three to surround each Infernal, while the ranged troops attacked from afar. For a time, the battle was locked in a stalemate.
"Anetheron, it's about time. Lead our people in casting Mass Charm."
"Yes, chieftain!"
Tichondrius's trump card—the Nathrezim race's most powerful skill, Mass Charm! Their race possessed an extraordinary talent for beguiling hearts and minds. Tichondrius had once successfully led Sargeras down the path of corruption through his powers of temptation! Ravencrest's army was in danger, and disaster never kept anyone waiting. The Dreadlords first set their sights on the Warriors defending against the Infernals. Fully concentrating on battling the powerful Infernals was already exhausting enough; they had no way to spare attention for the Dreadlords' sneak attack. The Dreadlords succeeded, and the tide of battle changed in an instant. Many shield-bearing Warriors abandoned their defenses. Some collapsed to the ground and stared blankly, some wailed uncontrollably, while others began madly hacking at their own comrades! Chaos. Complete chaos. Ravencrest watched everything unfolding on the battlefield in mounting panic, able only to react passively. He sent out the only mobile force he had left—the Frostsaber Riders! These elite Warriors mounted on frostsaber panthers