Decades ago, Turalyon would have never imagined that he would one day fight alongside a group of undead—even if the highest commander of that undead Legion was Lothar, the Grand Marshal and Grand Duke of the Alliance he most revered.
Although Turalyon had already understood part of the essence of undead creatures, realizing that they were essentially just people who remained in the present world through necromantic magic, Turalyon still couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart.
But when he truly became a teammate with the Scourge, he finally understood why so many necromancers could conquer an entire heavily guarded town by merely enslaving a group of mindless zombies or Ghouls.
When the Scourge's naxxanar moved above Argus through teleportation magic, the Burning Legion, having lost its warships, could no longer pose a threat to these massive necromantic constructs.
Thanks to the desperate fighting of the vanguard, the Scourge now had the best opportunity to land. Just as Arthas had predicted, when the first wave of troops landing on Argus gradually showed signs of decline, it was the Scourge's turn to play its part.
The necromantic spell cannons mounted on the naxxanar had power comparable to the main guns of large warships. Although these naxxanar were slightly more cumbersome than warships, their massive urban structure also meant they could carry more armament.
As one necromantic energy blast after another, tearing through the sky, crashed into Antorus's metal bulwarks, the resulting tremors and explosions caused the entire mantle supporting Antorus to shake violently. Even the Azeroth Allied Forces, still some distance from the fortress, could clearly feel how fierce the naxxanar's firepower was.
The continuous necromantic bombardment almost dyed half the sky black-green, making Argus's already heavily polluted sky appear even more menacing.
No matter how strong a fortress, it could not remain unscathed under such firepower. When the shelling subsided, Turalyon immediately found that the tightly shut fortress gates had been torn apart by the artillery, twisting and leaning to both sides, and even the fortress walls embedded in the mantle had large and small dents and gaps.
The demons who still tried to use Antorus's outer walls for defense suffered countless casualties in an instant. By the time the Scourge's necromantic bombardment ended, the strongholds on the city walls were silent, for even tempered metal could not withstand such shelling, let alone demons still constrained by flesh and blood.
Lothar scanned the results of the battle, then mounted his undead warhorse and calmly said, "The gate has been breached. I will lead the advance."
Turalyon and Uther nodded in understanding. After Lothar rode off in a cloud of dust, they immediately arranged the subsequent combat deployment and settled the wounded on the high ground. The entire process was swift yet without any panic. Long before deciding to launch an offensive against Argus, they had made countless contingency plans to ensure everything would proceed in an orderly manner during the actual battle.
Uther allocated more than a third of his manpower to ensure the safety of the wounded. These soldiers also bore the heavy responsibility of controlling the outer defenses of Antorus for them—Antorus, though called a fortress, was actually far larger than most cities they knew. Almost all of the Burning Legion's core facilities were stationed within Antorus, its vastness was unimaginable.
Attacking Antorus was certainly not a task to be completed overnight. Moreover, even now, the Burning Legion's power had only revealed the tip of the iceberg. No one knew how long this war would last. The only thing they could be sure of was that it would be an extremely difficult struggle.
Although they had already defeated the Burning Legion's two commanders, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, the Burning Legion did not entirely rely on these two demon lords to operate. Such a vast Legion, rampant across realms, must have a highly advanced command system that could ensure its combat effectiveness even without demon lords like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde at the helm.
Moreover, to this day, they had not heard any news about the Fallen Titan. That truly terrifying Dark Titan seemed to have completely hidden his existence from the universe, showing no concern that his Legion was being defeated on Argus itself.
"I can't imagine how a planet as large as our world could instantly collapse," Uther suddenly mused during a break in commanding. Even though Arthas had described it many times, he couldn't imagine, even if he exhausted his imagination, how the Titan could destroy a world with a single sword stroke.
Turalyon glanced at Uther and sighed, "Actually, I don't know either… During my time in the Twisting Nether, I also witnessed how the Legion reduced a world to ashes, but to make me think about how such a vast, magnificent planet could turn to dust in an instant—I can't imagine such a scene either."
"Perhaps it's good that we can't imagine it, that most people can't, otherwise many might completely lose the courage to fight."
Uther was somewhat self-deprecating. They never lacked courage, but courage seemed so small and powerless when facing things that completely transcended human understanding.
Turalyon looked towards the battlefield ahead. The Scourge's undead torrent had already surged into the demons' stronghold. Blue soul fire and green fel energy collided, instantly erupting in countless waves, washing over the bridges and roads of Antorus.
Perhaps the undead would never lose courage; they would only bravely and fearlessly slay all enemies in their path according to their master's commands, even if that enemy was a Titan, powerful beyond imagination.
"We are fortunate. In the countless eons that the Burning Legion ran rampant, countless worlds fell. And now, we at least have a chance to put a complete end to their atrocities."
Flames flickered in Turalyon's eyes, flames forged from hope and courage. He had fought the Legion in the chaotic Twisting Nether for a thousand years, and thus knew what a behemoth they were facing.
Even under the leadership of Zera, the Mother of Light, the Lightforged had never threatened the demons' stronghold, this emerald star Argus. But Arthas, leading the people of Azeroth, had done it. They had even overcome all obstacles, eliminating the Burning Legion's highest commanders. Now, all that remained were the Legion's deeply entrenched millennia of accumulation, and the Dark Titan whom no one had ever seen.
"But I think perhaps we don't need to be so pessimistic," Alleria suddenly interjected. She hadn't fully assimilated the Void Power within her, and thus had heard many voices from the chaotic void. From those voices, she learned some things, specifically how terrifying a being Dimensius truly was.
And Arthas had already defeated such a foe. Perhaps they didn't need to worry about Sargeras's trouble at all—after all, Your Majesty was always confident."
(T/N : I don't know anything about the current saga)