Whether the other Vrykul tribes were panicking was unclear, but Lord Ufrang of the Jotunheim tribe certainly was.
Kul Tiras's artillery unleashed ferocious firepower. With such powerful support behind the human forces, even a Wrathgate built as solidly as Icecrown Citadel would eventually fall.
Just imagine a sky filled with artillery fire raining down from above. Who would dare deploy defenders on the walls?
Packing so many people into such a small space was, frankly, just handing the humans easy kills.
After the Kul Tiran bombardment subsided, Ufrang called off the Saronite Cannon artillery's counterattack.
Faced with the humans' devastating bombardment, the Wrathgate's defenders had to change their strategy as quickly as possible.
Stubbornly holding their ground without adapting was the worst option.
The human Allied Forces were no fools. They had come with both the determination and the means to wipe out the entire Scourge.
At that thought, Ufrang looked toward Ingvar and fell into contemplation.
Still shaken, Ingvar breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that his Dragonflayer Corps was intact. Had the Kul Tiran artillery targeted them just now, they would have lost at least half their strength.
Ingvar ordered the Dragonflayer Corps to prepare for deployment. If they remained clustered behind the walls, the speed of those peculiar Kul Tiran projectiles would leave the Proto-Dragons no chance even to take flight.
Lord Ufrang understood the situation clearly. Though approaching Ingvar first cost him some dignity, he had no choice if he wanted to survive.
Ingvar came from the Vrykul Orthodoxy. He was King Ymiron's foremost general at Utgarde Keep, as well as the de facto ruler of the keep and its Dragonflayer Corps before the king's resurrection.
Ingvar appeared arrogant, but he was deeply calculating. Seeing Lord Ufrang approach him, he immediately dropped his