"It's just a Pit Lord, what's there to be afraid of? I'll go kill him."
Arthas looked in the direction of Silvermoon City. Frostmourne craved demon souls, and he craved demon skills.
That fearless aura commanded respect; even as an outsider, he brought a sense of calm to the high elves.
Sylvanas tilted her head up slightly, a hint of pride in her eyes. This was the man she had chosen; he would never back down, even against a powerful foe.
"I'll go with you."
"Me too."
Jaina wasn't to be outdone, her eyes carrying a hint of challenge as she looked at Sylvanas.
Accepting was one thing, but she couldn't let the other party get the upper hand.
This was just two people; if there were two more, forget playing mahjong, it would be an all-out war!
Vereesa sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead, a helpless expression on her face. My second sister, you're truly obsessed.
The other high elves, however, frowned at the sight. Such behavior was extremely disloyal!
Since they were already disgraced, they weren't afraid of another round.
Kael'thas still recounted how the Pit Lord Mannoroth had violently breached Silvermoon City's barrier and instantly killed the Archmage Council.
"That demon is very strong. If not for the magical restraints holding him back, we wouldn't have been able to escape at all."
"Based on power comparison, he's already close to a demigod. We are no match for him."
"Please, Prince Arthas, help us stall for a while. I will gather the mages to open a portal. He won't be able to leave Silvermoon City for a while. As long as we hold off those undead, we'll have a chance to survive!"
No wonder Mannoroth hadn't left. How could such a bloodthirsty demon stay put? It turned out he was restrained.
These magical restraints had a time limit. Escaping before he broke free was a race against time.
Or perhaps the remaining high elves weren't much of a threat. The Burning Legion's next step was to attack Dalaran, seize the book of medivh, and summon their commander.
Speed was of the essence; anything unrelated to the strategic objective could be set aside.
This was also why the undead were still on the move. If they had fought without restraint, Kael'thas and the others would have long since had two-meter-high grass on their graves.
"Jandice."
Arthas didn't answer, continuing to gaze in the direction of Silvermoon City. He didn't want to miss this opportunity; it was a perfect chance to acquire the skill he had been yearning for.
As long as he obtained the Pit Lord's passive skill, Cleaving Attack, he would truly be fearless, capable of sweeping through an entire army by himself.
Cleaving Attack could hit a large area; striking one target would damage nearby enemies. Once attack speed and attack power increased, he would be a self-propelled lawnmower on the battlefield!
"Prince Arthas, I am here."
After being recommended by Lady Illucia, she had always existed as a support mage, without many highlights.
Now, being called out, her heart was still a little excited. Only by doing well what Prince Arthas entrusted her with would she have a chance to be heavily relied upon!
"Can your illusions deceive those undead?"
"Yes, the illusions I create can be perfectly lifelike, capable of disguising size and scent."
Jandice explained in detail, feeling that she could be of great use!
"Very well, you are responsible for staying at the camp to create illusions and cover our allies' retreat. If you handle this well, I will credit you with a great deed."
Arthas laid out his plan: he would confront the Burning Legion, while Kael'thas would open the portal to evacuate the refugees.
"Since we are members of the Alliance, I will take the initiative to make decisions. Please bear with me during these extraordinary times."
"Also, I hope you can issue a document formally admitting Sylvanas and her followers into the Kingdom of Lordaeron. I do not wish to hear any voices of betrayal that might damage the friendship between our two nations."
"One last thing, open the portal. Don't worry, I'll be up front. The Alliance will not abandon any ally. Now, listen to me and execute the orders."
They were of the same rank, both princes, and rivals in love, so why should he listen to him?
Kael'thas couldn't voice these words, perhaps because the other party dared to confront the demon that filled him with such dread.
With such a massive body, he was no bigger than its toe. One stomp would shatter any magic shield, crushing him into a pulp.
"You are rude!"
Lothar, the future Regent Lord, reprimanded him. Speaking like that was too disrespectful.
"Unconvinced, are you? If you're so capable, go fight the demon yourself!"
Grom couldn't bear to see his new blood brother insulted.
The orcish mind was simple: he had died once, and this life was given by Arthas, so he should return it to him.
To acknowledge him as his lord and follow the strong was a perfectly normal thing.
Moreover, because he had drunk demon blood, the demon blood fountain in Silvermoon City made him feel a certain aversion and unease.
After his rebirth, his body had undergone some changes, and he no longer felt the urge for demon blood; only repulsion.
At these words, the indignant high elves fell silent, none daring to speak.
They couldn't defeat the demon. If they could, would they need to flee?
Graduating from Karazhan just to fight Karazhan, huh!
Kael'thas waved his hand. He knew this was the best option. His father had fallen, and as the future king, he had to suppress any irrational or immature ideas, prioritizing his people above all else.
"Very well, I agree. Then I'll leave the front lines to you. Please, be very careful."
Arthas drew Frostmourne and laughed heartily, his bold aura dispelling everyone's fear and unease.
"History will remember me, and you will be among those who followed the great future King of Lordaeron to conquer demons and defend our world, Azeroth."
"It is precisely because of our existence and contributions that the future generations and various races can continue to thrive."
"Azeroth, please bless and protect your champions, grant them courage and strength!"
The aura effect suddenly disappeared.
That feeling of abundant stamina and surging magic was gone.
The next second, the aura returned, and the resulting contrast invigorated their spirits even more.
'Feel the benevolent gaze of the World-Soul. She is watching your actions. Please her, protect her.'
'Side quest updated: The Burning Legion's Declaration of War.'
'Quest Objective: The Destroyer Mannoroth attacked Azeroth during the War of the Ancients, causing the World-Soul immense pain. Defeat him completely! After defeating him, Mannoroth will open a Dark Portal, temporarily pulling you and him into the Twisting Nether. Slay Mannoroth at full strength here, and his soul will serve as nourishment for the World-Soul.'
'Quest Rewards: Mannoroth's corpse, max-level basic skills of a Pit Lord.'
Azeroth's attention, huh?
He took a deep breath and looked up into the distance.
At this moment, Arthas felt an unprecedented surge of fighting spirit. He craved battle, he craved victory over powerful foes.
Not just because of the reward, but also because he detested Mannoroth.
Azeroth would not permit such a formidable being to exist!