After more than a month, the flames of war finally rose once again atop Shattrath's walls.
A month was enough for Shattrath's engineers to repair the collapsed walls and rebuild the city's defensive systems.
Having learned from their previous lesson, the Draenei no longer dared underestimate the Orcs' methods. Though their civilization was primitive and their productivity low, the Burning Legion's power had granted them formidable siege capabilities.
To this end, the Draenei prepared more artillery and arranged for more crystals to charge the protective barrier—they had resolved to die and brought out all their strategic reserves.
Yet even so, they had still overestimated themselves and underestimated their enemy, especially Kil'jaeden and Gul'dan's determination.
In order to breach Shattrath in the shortest possible time and prevent any unforeseen complications, Kil'jaeden did not hesitate to act personally, opening Shattrath's energy barrier for the Orcs.
Though Draenei technology was quite advanced, it still could not withstand Kil'jaeden, who had commanded the Burning Legion for tens of thousands of years.
Before long, the Deceiver found the weak point in Shattrath's energy barrier.
Green Fel Flame magic flashed, and the powerful energy field supported by countless Arkenite Crystals instantly crumbled.
The Orcs cheered at the sight and quickened their march.
In their eyes, Shattrath was both a fishbone stuck in their throats, making them uncomfortable, and a huge, delicious piece of fat meat.
A fishbone was best removed, while fat meat was best eaten.
Without needing Blackhand's orders, the Orcs, impatient to avenge their humiliation, surged toward the city walls of their own accord.
At the rear, Kil'jaeden, having completed his task, did not act again. Instead, he gave Gul'dan an order:
"Gul'dan, my most loyal servant." Looking at that beautiful golden city beneath the dark starry sky, and the locust-like swarm of Orcs