As for the Scourge's core strategy, there was no question: corpses, the more the better, with no upper limit. All the Scourge's resources could be made from corpses. Neither its troops nor its creations could do without them.
Now, as Ner'zhul came to his senses, his Scourge army had already been reduced to barely defending itself. His elite Frost Wyrm force, along with the Gargoyle army that had arrived at short notice, was being beaten senseless by aerial knights, Blue Dragons, Red Dragons, Void Dragons, Water Warlocks, Gryphons, and more.
The sea-of-skeletons tactic the Scourge took such pride in could not be deployed at all, either, because high mountains flanked Angrathar. Trapped in the valley, they had been bombarded countless times by heavy weapons and area spells.
The Alliance, the Horde, the Covenant, and the Silver Hand swept forward like torrents of steel, battering the Scourge until it could offer no resistance.
But this was not enough. Few of those enormous undead Vrykul had appeared. In warfare between armies, those undead Vrykul were devastating weapons. Ner'zhul would never forget that he had such a force.
"Nothing but a gathering of defeated foes." The Lich King showed no fear, remaining as overbearing as ever. "Did your last defeat not teach you the difference between us? Or have you accepted Kil'jaeden's orders again and become her lackey?"
Illidan responded with nothing but contempt. "Kil'jaeden has already failed. All my subordinates in Outland have broken free of the demons' control. But you remain a puppet in Kil'jaeden's hands, despised by everyone."
Ner'zhul naturally knew what he had done back then. Unlike Gul'dan, Ner'zhul was a true orc Shaman, while Gul'dan was a demon lackey through and through. When Ner'zhul discovered the truth-that the orcs had already fallen under demonic control-he chose not to