"Stormwind City assault force ready. Requesting permission to land!"
"Orgrimmar assault force requesting permission to land. Without victory, we would rather not die!"
"Silvermoon City assault force ready to enter the battlefield at any time!"
"Sentinel Vanguard standing by!"
A string of combat requests converged through internal communications on the projection screens before the captains of each starship. Supreme Commander Turalyon analyzed the battlefield. The Azeroth fleet had just finished its fourth bombardment, and the Demon Fleet had already lost more than 30% of its strength. They looked somewhat disorganized and were preparing to scatter.
Having spotted this, Turalyon immediately gave the order.
"Helljumpers, Iron Burning Legion, begin landing!"
"Third and Fourth Fleet close-combat ships, deploy! Suppress those demon bastards hard! All other starships, begin charging main guns and deploy full defensive shields! Prepare to take fire!"
Whoosh!
At Turalyon's command, dozens of small, spindle-shaped starships at the edges of the four fleets shot toward the Demon Fleet like blades drawn from their sheaths. These were small starships modified by Ulduar specifically for close combat. Their smaller hulls made attacks easier to evade, and they used rapid-firing, large-caliber cannons as a defensive measure while their main guns charged.
After these blade-like spindle ships flew out, the starships deployed their defensive barriers. Moments later, the dark sky lit up again. Turalyon turned toward the viewport. Four or five balls of flame blazed heartbreakingly within the formation.
"That's the Felwood, the Night Elves' fourth ship. Looks like its engine was penetrated."
Brigadier General Matthew, serving as the flagship's second officer, said quietly, "And the Mountains and the Echo Isles..."
"All right. Keep fighting. This is war."
Turalyon reached out and patted Matthew's shoulder before sitting back in his command chair. Winning a war without losses was impossible; that belonged only in fairy