In a normal clash between two armies, the commanders would agree to a duel, and once one side lost, the battle would be over.
Those who needed to surrender would surrender, and those who needed to flee would flee. There might be a few pockets of resistance, but a little more fighting would settle those.
But this enemy was anything but normal.
Most of them belonged to the Scourge and had already died once!
Besides, although their three boss-level leaders had died, plenty of mid- and high-ranking officers remained in those three armies to command their troops.
So the battle did not end there!
When Rhode killed all three leaders in one stroke, only some members of the Cult of the Damned grew reluctant to fight. The rest of their forces showed no sign of retreating.
On the contrary, many of the Scourge Vrykul let out furious roars, seemingly excited to face such a powerful enemy.
They had always been a bold, warlike race. Now that they had lost their minds, they had even less idea what fear meant.
That made Rhode's original plan something of a miscalculation.
A full-scale battle proved unavoidable after all.
"All troops, attack!"
King Varian, who had been overseeing the battle from the rear, had recognized the situation too.
Rather than react passively, they might as well take the initiative.
With the enemy leaders dead and their command structure bound to be in disarray, this was the perfect moment to charge in!
The Alliance lines began advancing slowly and in orderly formation, the pounding war drums urging their steps onward.
Drums thundered and battle cries rang out. Leading the charge was a force of nearly a thousand heavy cavalry.
They were drawn primarily from Lordaeron's cavalry regiments, though riders from other nations, including the South