The Antoran Wastes were the absolute heart of the Burning Legion on Argus. Kil'jaeden had stationed all his finest demons here to guard the Antorus Throne Mountains and the secrets hidden within.
Scorching flames burned across those mountains, mercilessly setting fire to any life that approached, and those flames would never die. They looked like the blazing body of Argus itself. This had once been the highest mountain range on Argus, and although it had never been called the "Holy Mountain," it had unquestionably been a symbol invested with the spirit and will of the Eredar of old.
After the space battle over Krokuun ended, the plains here were crowded with routed demons. With Kil'jaeden and the High-ranking Demons all dead, these fugitives had no command whatsoever. That world-shattering offensive had also terrified them. Yes, demons were living creatures too. They too knew fear and terror. After their former prey had been given sharp fangs and sturdy armor and slaughtered them until rivers of blood flowed, they no longer wanted to see those terrifying Iron Soldiers or their insane commanders on the battlefield.
The Eredar War Council had taken over the defenses of the Antoran Wastes, but they lacked enough lower-level commanders, so normal order had never been restored here. Moreover, the generals temporarily ruling Argus did not seem to have any intention of placing their last hopes in these elite demons. They could not possibly win!
Their opponents had a Starship formation capable of destroying the land from the sky. Against those terrifying weapons of war soaring overhead, demons who could only vent their anger on the ground were no match at all. Azeroth's Starships could easily destroy everything here. As for the Eredar Starship formation... unfortunately, infighting had broken out among them at noon yesterday. After Second Lieutenant