Because the fleet commander had cut its losses in time, fewer than a thousand Burning Legion Warships were lost in this battle against that black warship.
Had it hesitated a little longer, the number of losses would have given it nightmares!
A single salvo from the black warship had destroyed thirty-six Burning Legion Warships.
That number might not have sounded like much.
But ten salvos meant three hundred and sixty, and a hundred meant three thousand six hundred.
Were twenty thousand Burning Legion Warships really that many?
In just five hundred salvos, the fleet would have been all but annihilated!
With its own side taking a one-sided beating, completing five hundred salvos would not have been difficult for the enemy.
Kil'jaeden thoroughly approved of the fleet commander's response.
Against a black warship that could evade encirclement flawlessly and possessed formidable firepower, retreat was the best option.
A lost opportunity could be sought again.
But once the fleet was gone, it was gone for good!
Even at the Burning Legion's peak, manufacturing all those ships would have taken at least several hundred years.
Preserving the fleet meant they could attack the enemy at any time.
Using the information his informants sent back, Kil'jaeden once again calculated the black warship's next move.
He planned to lay a lethal trap.
He hoped to destroy that black warship instantly with concentrated fire.
Yet that black warship did not follow the expected pattern.
After wreaking havoc on the planet and demolishing all its important buildings, it immediately warped elsewhere.
Then it did not appear again for a very long time.
The universe was vast, unimaginably so!
Even those enormous stars were merely insignificant grains in a boundless sea of sand.
When the Obsidian Warship wanted to hide away for some peace and quiet, even an