Just like that, the Scourge's Skybreaker broke apart, giving the entire Northern Expeditionary Force an enormous boost in morale.
At the thunderous rumbling, more or less everyone in the Coalition Forces on the ground glanced up at the sky. One of the Scourge's four Skybreakers had already fallen.
"Victory will be ours!" Seeing the Marnabas's miserable state, Salorian Dawnseeker raised his weapon high and rallied the Coalition Forces around him.
"I, Garrosh-Grommash Hellscream, son of Grom, will now show you the true power of the Hellscream family!" Garrosh roared, his berserk aura sweeping across the battlefield. Blood-red rage covered his body, and his already knotted muscles swelled. "Scourge who defile a warrior's honor, die!"
Although Garrosh was still a young orc, his strength was no less than that of a fully grown orc male. The two sharp axes in his hands seemed affected by him, their red rage even giving off a crimson glow. Even the axes had entered a berserk state.
The orcs' innate strength, combined with the sharp axe blades, smashed straight through the Vrykul's armor and cleaved them in two.
"You will go to your deaths in the mist." The Vrykul mistcaller Ygvar the Mistcaller and the fearsome Heggal appeared at the Gates of Terror: Korialstrasz, accompanied by a large contingent of seafaring Vrykul—the Kvaldir.
The Scourge had already provided the Kvaldir with the finest supplies and necromancers, allowing them to join the Scourge and enjoy the same resurrection after death as the Ymiria. These Vrykul, tormented beyond endurance by the Curse of Flesh, could finally escape its effects.
The Vrykul mistcallers conjured vast quantities of thick mist out of thin air, and visibility across the battlefield plummeted. Impaired vision was hardly a major problem for the undead; only the Coalition Forces were affected.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"