Anub'arak was dead, with not even his remains left behind. The battle on the Inland Sea had turned around. The Aircraft Carrier's cannons fired in volleys, expending every Mage Hunter round as quickly as possible.
Wave after wave of charging undead fell. Nearly a million undead troops at Guardpoint Ridge had been all but exhausted. The ice covering the sea shattered, leaving undead corpses everywhere.
The two enormous Undead Fortresses fled back to Guardpoint Ridge. Rowan had intended to blast them out of the sky with the Lift Core's high-energy beam.
But in the end, Rowan held back.
Naxxramas and the other fortress were now merely troop transports. Only a handful of Ahn'kahet engineers remained inside to operate them and keep them flying.
Using the Morris Industries District's most powerful energy weapon to bombard two empty fortresses would clearly be a losing proposition.
Besides, Medivh was not in the Industrial Zone at the moment, and the Chamber of Heart mission was still unfinished. Once the high-energy beam was fired, Grand Archmage Ansirem would be unable to recharge it alone.
Victory on the Inland Sea had merely sounded the call to counterattack. Kul Tiras still had a long way to go before it could wipe out the undead Scourge completely.
"Those goddamned undead bastards finally lost! Damn, that feels good!" Byron knocked a Crypt Spider out of the cabin with his hammer, tore the webs tangled around his breastplate away, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Leonard leaned against the deck railing, waiting for a priest to bandage the wound on his abdomen.
"Hey, we won! We won, General Leonard!" the young priest cried excitedly as he used gentle Holy Light magic to ease Leonard's pain.
Before treating a badly wounded patient, the priest habitually raised his voice and