Magical, physical-attacks of every kind reaped the Scourge's troops in a frenzy, while the frontline soldiers had already broken into the enemy ranks.
Arcane, nature, elemental, Holy Light, shadow... all kinds of energy exploded among the Scourge's ranks. It was a battle of magnificent scale.
With Sindragosa joining the fray, the frost wyrms certainly would not stand idly by. More and more frost wyrms above Angrathar began flying swiftly toward the Coalition Forces.
The fighting was exceedingly brutal. The undead were not living beings. When a living body suffered severe injuries, its fighting strength would often plummet, or it might even lose the ability to fight altogether. The undead were different. Take zombies and skeletons alone: without support from energies such as Holy Light, arcane, or elemental power, an ordinary longsword could pierce a zombie's chest, and the zombie could still strike back with its claws. Its fighting strength might not even diminish much, and the Coalition Forces' soldiers would be the ones getting hurt instead.
As soon as the battle began, Patrick ordered the Magisters' Legion to unleash its full power. For now, they were relying on war machines and the various races' spellcaster units to hold the line and reduce casualties among the frontline troops.
"Let Arthas and his heaps of bones see our power! Let them tremble before the power of lightning!" Vashj shouted. Behind her, the Water Warlocks' Legion unleashed countless Chain Lightnings and Lightning Bolts, while Vashj cast her proudest skill, Forked Lightning, at the enemies directly ahead.
Countless thunderous bolts struck Sindragosa and her legion of frost wyrms. The instant the lightning touched them, the frost wyrms caught fire and began trailing black smoke. Some were shattered outright by the lightning and fell to the ground in flames.
The enormous barrage of lightning did