Unwilling to give up, Herad directed the Obsidian Warship in guerrilla attacks near K'aresh.
However, more than a dozen Void Lords frantically summoned their minions.
For every one killed, they summoned ten more.
The Obsidian Warship could not kill them as fast as they summoned them.
When an endless sea of void energy creatures closed in from all sides, the Obsidian Warship had no choice but to leave this region of space.
Aboard the Obsidian Warship, which had shaken off its pursuers, Herad stared at the last images captured by the Magic Satellite without speaking for a long time.
In the images, countless void energy creatures rushed toward K'aresh.
That dark red Lava Planet soon turned blue-black.
The planet, which had nearly finished cooling, had actually been reoccupied by the Void Forces just like that!
Several months of effort went down the drain in an instant.
Herad had never suffered such a great loss.
As he gritted his teeth in hatred, Alleria, who had recently come here on vacation, put her arm around his shoulders and comforted him:
"Don't dwell on it. We can't really call this battle a loss. We'll fight our way back after a while and give them a proper beating!"
While stationed on the borders of Quel'Thalas, Alleria had fought Forest Trolls for many years.
Even victories brought casualties, and defeats brought even greater losses.
Sometimes entire armies were wiped out.
In the years of back-and-forth fighting, no small number of High Elves had died in the war.
So in her eyes, a defeat they could escape unscathed did not count as a defeat.
It should actually count as a victorious escape.
Herad naturally understood the principle that preserving people at the cost of territory meant both could ultimately be preserved.
It was just that, faced