The moment the words left his mouth, Shals Vorrein began bombarding Kil'sorrow Fortress. Gisda had just poked her head out of the fortress when she was blasted back inside. The wooden barricades prepared beside the fortress had been all but destroyed.
Gisda, who had narrowly survived thanks to her Mana Shield, could not help feeling afraid. Beside her, the Shadow Binders looked at her furious face, too frightened to speak.
"Pick off the surviving demons with volleys of arrows from range. Everyone else, advance up the mountain from two directions and eliminate those demons' lackeys." Alleria's ability to command an army was beyond question, far superior to Patrick's amateurish skills. Patrick was happy to let Alleria command the troops herself.
Of the entire combined army, only Patrick, Alleria, and some of the Bodyguards had stayed behind, along with the three Mother Raptors watching from the sidelines.
Mathis and Loramus each led a force straight up one of the two mountain paths. The Shadow Council's lackeys had already been outnumbered. They had only dared rashly attack the Blood Elf troops because they held favorable terrain. How could they have imagined that a whole barrage of arcane bombs awaited them?
The panic-stricken Binders and Gisda wanted to organize their people into a defense at once, but how many of their troops, battered senseless by the arcane bombs, still had any fighting strength left?
The main force Patrick had brought from Azeroth was already large, and its strength was by no means weak after several major battles. Moreover, the Dark Curse Burning Legion and the Dawn's Edge Burning Legion were the main forces in this attack. Composed primarily of Warlocks, the Dark Curse Burning Legion understood demons all too well, while the Dawn's Edge Burning Legion, made up primarily of Blood Knights, was