"Hmph! They are nothing but ants. No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants. Send out the Fel Cannons and Fel Mechs."
Archimonde's face showed a disdainful smile. How many worlds had the Burning Legion destroyed?
Among them were some civilizations even more powerful than Azeroth, but what did it matter?
demons could resurrect in the Twisting Nether; the energy of the Twisting Nether itself was enough.
Even high-ranking Eredar demons like him, besides relying on the Twisting Nether's energy, could also use the power of the Argus World Soul for rapid resurrection.
This was why he had just been slain by Arthas, only to resurrect and return to the battlefield less than half a day later.
They had no fear of death because they could resurrect infinitely, and thus they fought without fear of death.
What if they died?
They would take down the opponent's high-level combat power before dying, resurrect later, seek revenge, and slaughter any planetary civilization that dared to resist!
Compared to Kil'jaeden, who preferred to assimilate, Archimonde advocated extreme violence, tearing enemies to shreds with brute force, and enjoying the sight of blood and guts flying, a feeling far more intense than any carnal pleasure!
Speaking of which, Fel had another drawback: it caused the loss of reproductive ability.
That is to say, demons heavily corrupted by Fel had no ability to reproduce, only able to achieve a form of 'reproduction' through creation.
This was true for Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, and even Sargeras.
Such beings are generally referred to as eunuchs, hermaphrodites, arse-ghosts, rotten drums, or castrates, any of these terms could apply.
As long as he wasn't personally engaging in combat and his battle-lust hadn't taken over, Archimonde was an extremely shrewd commander.
His earlier tactic of sending Infernal Giants and other high-ranking demons to smash through the defenses, creating openings for the Hellhounds (mage-killers) to rush in and disrupt the enemy's spellcasters, was also his doing.
Without those annoying spellcasters, the losses incurred by the demon army would be reduced, and The Legion could simply push through.
This was less than a tenth of their forces. If the entire Burning Legion's demons were brought over, a dense, swarming mass, their mere charge would crush all resistance.
Tactics?
At that point, tactics weren't needed. Just charge hard, kill anyone you see, that was the tactic.
As for morale?
Given their ability to resurrect, coupled with the dreadlords overseeing them from behind, no demon wanted to experience the mental lashing torture of the dreadlord coven.
Even cunning dreadlords would have their minds shattered, turning into wild, bloodthirsty beasts.
Led by Cenarius, the Sisterhood of Elune's sentinel forces, along with the demigod offspring Dryads and Mountain Giants, also charged.
These sentinel forces were entirely composed of females, some wielding bows and arrows, others riding black panthers and carrying strange moonblades.
Bows drawn and arrows nocked, the arrows flew like meteors, accurately hitting the eyes of Fel Guards two hundred meters away, and the explosive damage made the demon scream.
While not a fatal injury, they would feel intense pain, and their eyes would no longer be able to see clearly.
Another arrow accurately pierced the other intact eye, instantly turning it into a blind demon, a blind demon with two arrows stuck in its head.
The intense pain made the demon wildly swing its great cleaver, trying to block all incoming enemies, and the fear that usually only appeared on enemies began to gradually spread throughout its body.
It didn't kill any enemies; instead, it hacked its nearby fellow demons half to death.
The larger Doomguards behind it didn't hesitate; the three-meter-long greatsword in its hand directly cleaved the maddened, blinded Fel Guard in half.
The Legion had no use for waste!
The female Huntresses, wielding crescent blades, advanced, throwing their moonblades. The sharp blades cut through the demons' bodies, spilling putrid green blood. The blades, their momentum unchecked, ricocheted from one demon to another several times before finally embedding themselves in a Hellhound.
While not a severe injury, the cut was on the thigh, inevitably affecting movement.
In large-scale battles, especially melees, once movement was hindered, it meant being surrounded and killed.
Sure enough, as more and more moonblades ricocheted, even superficial cuts could eventually kill a demon.
When the demons tried to rush the archers and Huntresses, a body larger than theirs blocked their path.
The Mountain Giant, composed entirely of stone, picked up a tree trunk the width of an adult and brought it down on a demon's head.
Splat!
Even the heavily armored Fel Guard was knocked sprawling, its internal organs ruptured, coughing up blood mixed with some flesh, looking as if its vital organs had been dislodged, lacking only feces.
Cenarius charged into the battlefield, casting nature magic on a patch of forest, swiftly transforming the trees into Treants to join the fight. These Treants were excellent meat shields, capable of drawing enemy fire away from the ranged units.
Besides summoning Treants, he also cast spells to summon vines to entangle demon soldiers, restricting their movement and turning them into immobile living targets.
If they couldn't hit a moving target, surely they could hit a stationary dummy?
This was the very dummy that the cool, handsome Fury Warriors with two weapons in the capital city loved the most!
"Tranquility!"
Perhaps the front lines were too brutal, so Cenarius activated his ultimate ability, Tranquility!
Beams of natural green light fell, preserving the lives of severely wounded elven soldiers. These green light particles, imbued with life energy, transformed into pure energy upon contact, rapidly healing injuries.
Even severed limbs, as long as the wound was reattached, would begin to heal, and combat effectiveness would be restored in a short time.
Although it couldn't be perfect, such healing on the battlefield was enough to save their lives!
If it could be combined with Tyrande's ultimate ability, Moon Goddess Orbital Cannon, summoning the Moon Goddess' wrath to bring down meteors and crush enemies into dust, that would be even better.
The two heroes of the night elf race, one healing and restoring life, the other summoning meteors to bombard enemies, the sight would be breathtakingly beautiful!
The morale of the soldiers on the front lines was greatly boosted. With a demigod personally joining the battle and the sentinel forces of the Sisterhood of Elune joining in, everything seemed to be going well.
The previously loose formation reconnected, forming an unimaginably solid bulwark.
No matter how the demon soldiers charged, they could not break through this defense line.
Without the unique mana-burning interference of the Hellhounds, the healed mage units in the rear also began to exert their power.
Joint magic spells flew from the rear, fireballs bombarding the densest areas of demons, instantly taking out a high-ranking demon and hundreds of low to mid-ranking demon soldiers.
Magical wind blades could sweep across a large area of demons, cutting them in half at the waist, creating a vacuum zone about ten meters wide and a hundred meters long on the battlefield.
The power of magic was undeniably evident at this moment; its large-scale destructive power and efficiency were far beyond what warriors could compare to. Now you know why mages are so revered!