The Covenant's troops quickly caught up with Tirion and the others, and the endless stream of undead pouring out of Naxxramas became locked in fierce combat with the reinforcements Tirion had brought.
With the arrival of Patrick and the others, the Frost Wyrm on Naxxramas's platform shook its wings and plunged straight toward them, accompanied by other Gargoyles and Frost Wyrms.
"It's Sapphiron! Be careful!" Maxwell Tyrosus shouted hoarsely.
Patrick merely turned back and gestured to Illidan, who said casually, "It's time to show your strength."
The words had barely left his mouth before Mogor and the other Void Dragon Riders swooped straight toward Sapphiron without hesitation. Led by Varedis and Leotheras, the Demon Hunters transformed into great demons and swept through all the skeletons and Ghouls around them, while the Sunfury soldiers under Kael'thas had already charged into the enemy ranks.
Illidan strolled among the Ghouls as though walking through a garden. Those skeletal frames were burned to ashes by Immolation before they could even approach him. The Scourge Necromancers who occasionally launched Frostbolts and Shadow Bolts to ambush Illidan also discovered to their astonishment that, the instant their spells were about to strike him, they seemed to hit empty air, failing to so much as graze him.
With his formidable strength, peerless footwork, and experience from countless battles, how could Illidan possibly be compared to these Scourge lackeys?
Magical light flashed all around as Death Knights, Abominations, undead Wizards, and giant spiders appeared one after another. It seemed Kel'Thuzad had deployed every last soldier, leaving himself a commander without an army.
As for Wintergarde City, by the time Tirion Fordring arrived, nothing remained but ruins. The city's geographical advantages had been taken into account when it was built. Wintergarde Keep's narrow terrain rendered the Scourge's sea of skeletons