Chapter 170: Bloodbath (11137)
Among the reinforcements from Northrend, there had only been around ten thousand Crypt Fiends. After taking such devastating losses, they had effectively lost their ability to fight. Even another surprise attack would not let them seize the gate. Rex breathed a sigh of relief. The lurking threat of the Crypt Fiends had made it hard to eat or sleep in peace.
When the Greymane Wall had been built, its designers had clearly made no provisions against enemies that could move underground. Beneath the gate, for instance, there was only a shallow layer of stone slabs. The slabs were thin, and the paving did not extend far, covering only a small area immediately beside the gate.
Of the two most troublesome troop types in the Undead Scourge, the Crypt Fiends had now been crippled, leaving only the gargoyles. One could fly, and the other could burrow.
Rex stared coldly at the Crypt Fiend corpses on the ground without making a move. Anub'arak had not retreated yet; Rex could sense that he was still here. Anub'arak made no attempt to conceal his presence, openly radiating his soul pressure to make himself known.
If he thought that hiding underground like this, resorting to such shameless tactics, meant Rex could not attack him, he was gravely mistaken.
Rex intended to kill Anub'arak in a direct contest of strength. Of everyone in the Undead Scourge army, only Darkbringer gave him cause for concern. As for the rest, Rex could sum them up in a single phrase: mediocre nobodies. Heavy sword in hand, he strode swiftly toward the area strewn with Crypt Fiend corpses.
Yet his arrival brought an unexpected turn of events. Rex had thought Anub'arak would stay and fight him, but the moment he approached, Anub'arak swiftly withdrew. Realizing this,