The revision came a little late. I had been working on a new book lately and had lost much of my enthusiasm for the old one. Updating it had become a real struggle. My apologies.
The raging flames spelled the utter doom of the undead fleet.
It was a great victory, far beyond an ordinary triumph.
If all the undead aboard those ships had landed in the Eastern Plaguelands, eliminating them would have required an enormous force.
Without around a hundred thousand troops, wiping them out would have been impossible.
But even with a hundred thousand troops, no one could say how many would survive the battle.
Whether a war ended in victory or defeat, large numbers of people would die.
A head-on clash with the undead would most likely have left both sides badly mauled.
It could never have been as easy as this: sinking the undead fleet into the sea and sending every undead aboard tumbling into the water to feed the fish.
The battle had gone incredibly smoothly.
Rex was delighted, but Antonidas was far less pleased. Once the battle ended, Antonidas went straight to Rex and asked, "Where is Kel'Thuzad?"
Rex looked at Antonidas, who had approached with a dark expression.
He knew why the man had come. Clearly, Antonidas was here to demand an explanation.
Antonidas had cooperated fully with Rex, providing men and support whenever he asked.
He had practically placed himself at Rex's disposal. That was not because Rex had intimidated him, but because of Kel'Thuzad. Antonidas had never gotten over his disciple's betrayal.
When he suddenly heard news of Kel'Thuzad and received Rex's assurances, revenge was naturally the first thing on his mind.
That was what had brought about this situation. But the outcome was clear: the entire undead fleet had sunk