The war to invade Draenor from Xakan was going very poorly. Judging by the reports sent back by the vanguard that had already landed on Draenor, Illidan, the Lord of Outland who had betrayed the Burning Legion, had clearly prepared in advance.
The invasion had reached a stalemate from the outset, which required the reserve legions still on Xakan to pass through the Demon Portal quickly and support the fighting at the front. In fact, the demon warlord stationed in Xakan World, the powerful Doom Lord Kazzak, thought the same.
Unfortunately, the moment Kazzak reopened the Burning Legion's Portal, the First Fleet appeared in Xakan's skies. This utterly unprecedented method of attack shook Kazzak to his core. Over the next ten minutes, he watched the invincible Burning Legion's Starships fall like rotten timber.
Even though Kazzak knew those were merely the lowest-grade combat Starships, suitable only for attacking primitive civilizations like Xakan, the moment he saw the familiar Tempest Keep, he knew where this suddenly appearing fleet had come from... Azeroth, the world that had inflicted two humiliating defeats on the invincible Burning Legion.
It was a world that made the Burning Legion gnash its teeth in helpless fury.
"Damn it!"
After Dick single-handedly destroyed two Starships, Kazzak already had an ominous feeling. He rose from his flaming throne, his sharp claws stroking the Dragon King's Blade in his hand, a massive, long blade shimmering with multicolored light. Kazzak's gloomy eyes tracked Dick's movements, but a moment later, three Starships broke away from the fleet and redirected their searing fire toward the demons' Fel Cannon positions.
Watching the ground beneath their only antiaircraft artillery get completely torn open by the bombardment, Kazzak's eye twitched. The First Fleet had arrived too suddenly. Who could have known that the civilization of Azeroth