I can handle a two-front war with my current resources. A veteran player like Arthas must be fighting on multiple fronts across the realms.
A trade request pinged. A massive cache of resources appeared in his inventory. "Give these to your broodmother," Arthas's message read. "This is going to be a meat grinder. Tell her not to conserve anything. The timeline is tight. We need to bulldoze them in one clean push."
Orion accepted without hesitation. Churning out endless waves of cannon fodder like small scorpions required a burn rate the stoneheart horde couldn't possibly sustain on its own.
"Understood," Orion sent back. The conversation ended there. Some things had to be discussed on-site, face-to-face.
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Three days later, Orion's Deathly Soul-Reaper avatar, flanked by Soraya and Dirtclaw, teleported into the bleak expanse of the Godforsaken Land.
Godforsaken Land, the Death Spiral Zone.