Onyxia took out an exquisitely designed staff, with an expensive crystal embedded at the top, brimming with rich energy.
Not only could it store a large amount of mana, but it could also amplify spell power during casting; a fist-sized fireball, when amplified, could expand to the size of a carriage wheel, and its destructive power would increase several times over.
With just this simple Fireball spell, she could easily conquer a human town.
Even the magical city of Dalaran held no fear for her; they couldn't possibly keep her there.
It was based on this confidence that she would look down on certain creatures; the weak were only fit to be her servants!
"Prince Arthas, it's still not too late to surrender; magic shows no mercy!"
Saying this, she didn't forget to give a flirtatious wink. The most taboo thing before a duel was to be soft-hearted, and who could truly bring themselves to kill such a delicate beauty?
Arthas was expressionless and didn't respond. He merely opened his hand, and Frostmourne, which had been in his backpack, appeared in his grasp out of thin air.
After the battle of Stratholme, since Tichondrius had been slain by him, and thus unable to convert infected individuals into zombies, this timer was stopped.
This allowed him to calmly slay the zombies converted from the infected and complete the mission before the great undead retreat.
The full hero skill draw was supposed to yield a good skill, but instead, he got Avatar.
Level 1 Avatar: Gather energy and transform into a ten-meter giant. All attributes double, immune to magic attacks, lasts ten minutes, cooldown ten hours.
It was a major buff on the battlefield. If he were ever caught in a spider web again, he could use this move to escape.
It was just that the highly anticipated group teleportation had not been unlocked. That would be a divine skill, transporting a group of elites to a designated location to instantly complete a beheading operation.
"Hehehe, Prince Arthas, please turn to ashes!"
Seeing that her Charm failed, Onyxia suddenly unleashed ten carriage-wheel-sized fireballs.
Her red lips moved in incantation, arcane power surrounded her, and the crystal at the tip of her staff shimmered with an unusual glow.
The next second, she violently struck the ground with her staff, and a gigantic fiery dragon made of fire elements roared towards Arthas.
Even from a great distance, one could feel the scorching heat. A farmer touched his head, which reeked of burning, and looked at his hand, his hair had turned to ash at some point, and he had become bald!
My God!
Too powerful!
Jaina instinctively raised an Ice Barrier to block the scorching heatwave. Even at least fifty meters away, she could feel the violent elements wanting to tear everything apart.
Her eyes involuntarily turned to Arthas, her hands gripping her staff tightly. If necessary, she would cast a spell to intercept the fire dragon.
High Priestess Liadrin, who had just stepped out of her house to clear her head, was startled and looked at the two duelists in the arena.
Such dense mana and powerful spells could probably only be wielded by the elders of Silvermoon City with the aid of the Sunwell, right?
Only Sinestra maintained a smile from beginning to end. These scorching heatwaves were nothing to her.
black dragons were trained from a young age to practice near lava, gradually rolling and tumbling in it to temper their powerful physiques.
Arthas casually threw out a Carrion Swarm, and the Fel overbearing devoured the carriage-wheel-sized fireballs.
A meteor rapidly fell from the sky, smashing the roaring fire element dragon to pieces, turning it into annihilated, rampaging elements.
A massive Infernal giant climbed out of the pit and threw a punch straight at Onyxia's head.
"Insolent beast!"
Accompanied by a delicate huff, Onyxia realized that magic couldn't cause much damage to Arthas. He had withstood two Fireball spells without even a trace of scorching.
Then there was only one way: to crush him physically!
In an instant, she transformed from her human form into her black dragon form. With a flick of her tail, the hammer-shaped carapace at its tip smashed the Infernal giant, which was burning with Fel flames, into smithereens with a single blow.
It didn't feel like much in the game, but now, right before their eyes, seeing the colossal black dragon over thirty meters tall and eighty meters long from head to tail, how incredibly tiny humans appeared before her!
No wonder she didn't care for human kingdoms. In her true form, Onyxia could truly destroy a human kingdom at will.
Even the most magically adept Dalaran couldn't hold her. They could only barely block her from the outside. Only if Onyxia went mad and refused to leave would there be a chance to slay her.
Spreading her wings, a small portion of the entire territory was covered by her, shadows obscuring the sky. The timid farmers were already kneeling on the ground, trembling.
Even battle-hardened soldiers gritted their teeth and shivered, unable to muster the courage to fight her.
The immense difference in height brought a psychological pressure that could not be described in words.
It was a sense of powerlessness, of frustration, like everything was futile, the idiom 'an ant trying to shake a tree' displayed to its fullest.
"Little prince, it's still not too late to surrender!"
Her slightly hoarse, smoky voice was both alluring and carried the arrogance of a dragon. Those with unstable minds were already kneeling and kowtowing, waiting to lick her toes.
"You're truly confident. I hope you're just as confident when you beg for mercy."
Arthas put away Frostmourne, and with a thought, Avatar activated!
His body suddenly swelled, instantly transforming into a ten-meter-tall giant. This was already a height that dwarfed others.
Yet, before Onyxia's dragon form, he still appeared too small, like an adult facing a small child.
"Heh heh, is this your trump card?"
Onyxia flapped her wings, preparing to take flight, but the next second, Arthas, whose speed had surged, appeared before her and punched her, sending her flying just as she was about to breathe fire.
As she flew backward, her head was still buzzing, and being interrupted during casting made her throat ache a little.
As soon as she hit the ground, Arthas caught up, directly mounting her face and delivering two solid punches.
Her originally thick health bar instantly decreased a bit, but for a health pool exceeding twenty million, this was nothing.
Even without Frostmourne, the effect of doubled attributes still existed, and Avatar doubled them again.
The base damage of that punch should have exceeded 500, with Level 9 Bash adding 450 bonus damage, and Level 8 Critical Strike having an 80% chance to deal 8 times damage.
That single punch dealt 5000 health points. And after Arthas activated Scourge Frenzy, his naturally high attack speed derived from agility doubled again.
He delivered over thirty punches in a second. This flurry of attacks would make even a certain turtle hermit master blush.
"Ah! Stop! Damn it!"
"I'm truly angry!"
"Stop quickly, I'm about to explode!"
Arthas didn't listen, continuing his brutal assault for a minute, reducing her health by half.
After another minute of beating, Onyxia's health was already dangerously low.
The high frequency of Bash triggering, leading to stun effects, was simply a rogue tactic!
Onyxia could only watch herself get beaten, unable to do anything, much like a powerless husband!