The battle on the ground had already turned into a blazing inferno.
On the ridge near the City of Blessings, that towering ancient tree suddenly began to shake violently. In the next moment, countless roots as thick as giant pythons burst from underground, yanking, twisting, and trapping the armies closing in on the city walls.
Farther back, endless waves of cave spiders, scorpions, icefield snow wolves, insectoids, centaurs, and ogres pressed forward.
The assault troops weren't about to stop their charge or retreat just because others had fallen. In particular, the centaurs and ogres worked in small squads, hauling rams, catapults, and battering contraptions step by step toward the City of Blessings.
Of course, the Blood Elves had more than those writhing tree roots on their side—arrows, bolts, and massive boulders rained down from the city's defenses. In a flash, the City of Blessings became a hellish battlefield.