"We need to figure something out. The human prince's territory is gathering troops and ships, seemingly with the intention of crossing to Kalimdor."
Varimathras couldn't smile. If they couldn't complete the mission, returning to the Twisting Nether would surely mean Archimonde would throw them into the Burning Throne for 'refinement.'
Thinking of those six-armed felguards, even the most cunning dreadlord couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.
"I think we should gather our forces and attack all at once. It doesn't matter if we're wiped out, they're not ours anyway."
"And as long as we tie down the humans, if Archimonde succeeds, we'll have made a great contribution."
Banehollow felt a hint of unease. The spies he sent to the City of Hope had all gone silent. The human prince seemed increasingly difficult to deal with.
He was convinced he had a bad premonition, and it grew stronger, reaching its peak in an instant, the taste of fear!
As a flash of light passed, he finally knew where this ominous feeling came from. His old enemy had arrived!
"Quite a gathering, saves me the trouble of finding you one by one. And don't bother leaving, you won't be returning to the Twisting Nether. Just stay here."
Arthas gave Jaina a look, signaling his wife to seal off the space, preventing them from teleporting away.
He charged forward with Frostmourne, while the others performed their duties, holding back the undead in the ruins of the royal city.
After slaying the dreadlords, they would then clear the royal city.
"What!"
Banehollow raised his hand to block, but the sensation from his body brought him piercing pain.
This guy was much stronger than last time!
Pfft!
His heart was pierced, and an invisible force captured the soul that was preparing to escape. After purification by Frostmourne, it transformed into pure anima and merged into the ground.
The World Soul was absorbing the dreadlord's soul as nourishment!
One-hit kill!
This stunned the other two dreadlords. What the hell was this?
Even if Banehollow was weak, he shouldn't have been cut down in one blow, right?
With increased base attack, combined with Bash's extra damage and Critical Strike's burst, isn't a one-shot kill quite normal?
"You will never understand the charm of stats!"
Stat monster?
Maiev didn't make a move, instead letting her subordinates deal with the undead outside. She quietly watched Arthas.
His style of action was very similar to an old acquaintance, that old acquaintance whose face she couldn't clearly see.
The reason she came to the Eastern Kingdoms was not just to pursue demons, but also because there was a sense of déjà vu here.
"Lok'tar Ogar!"
Grom roared as he charged into the sea of undead, spinning his body and gripping his two-handed axe tightly.
The surging rage formed a tangible storm, and the spinning axe blades shredded the undead like sharp knives!
It was the orc Hero blademaster's ultimate, Bladestorm!
Countless necromantic spells struck him but were repelled by the swirling rage.
Noble magic immunity!
He said he would never be a slave, but in fact, he was already the prince's lackey, willing to be a strong man's subordinate, which was not shameful.
Jaina, protected by guards, cast spatial confinement, preventing any teleportation from taking effect.
She didn't need to kill enemies much; she only needed to do support work, relaxed and at ease. Occasionally, she could even spare a thought to admire her husband's heroic figure on the battlefield.
"Don't underestimate us too much, the noble Nathrezim will make you regret! Ah!"
Varimathras was in the middle of a loud shout when he felt a groin kick that nearly made his eyeballs pop out. The next second, Frostmourne pierced his heart.
All I see is darkness!
A complete corpse could yield precious magical materials after dissection, very useful for magical research.
Otherwise, in Arthas' style, he would just start from the top, splitting them in half with one sword!
The slaying of the two dreadlords was just a blink of an eye, which terrified the last dreadlord, Detheroc.
The fat demon kept casting Fel teleportation, trying to escape.
Avenge his comrades?
Don't be ridiculous, brother, I'm out of here!
But no matter how he cast Fel spells, he couldn't break through the spatial barrier, as if the space here had solidified.
Bang!
A fist struck his nasal bone, and the crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
The intense pain made him understand why his two predecessors didn't resist. This was the suppression of power, under the charm of stats, all flashy moves were just clown acts.
Die!
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I can help you control these undead."
"And The Legion's secrets, I can tell you where Archimonde went, no, not like this, you are a, no! Ah!"
Arthas, utterly disgusted, cut him down with a flurry of swords. So disgusting, a biogas explosion! This dreadlord was beyond saving, his corpse was putrid with biogas, it needed to be disinfected!
Maiev's eyelids twitched. She didn't know what grudge the demon had with the prince, otherwise why would he hack wildly without restraint.
And she also found the dreadlord's screams before death a bit disgusting. Could it be because he was disgusted?
"Are you just going to watch, or are you going to help?"
Arthas cut off Detheroc's head, to be made into a specimen later to deter enemies and serve as a meritorious achievement.
He turned to look at Maiev, who hadn't said a word or offered help, and couldn't help but question her.
"You kill them, and they will only resurrect. It's useless."
Maiev said in a cold voice, as if narrating something completely unrelated to her.
"They can't resurrect. Their souls have been annihilated."
Arthas knew very well that the souls of these three dreadlords contained unique anima, at least Azeroth the World Soul expressed satisfaction after absorbing them.
He also gained a lot of attribute boosts, the most direct and straightforward feedback.
The stronger the attributes, the stronger the combat power, and the higher the health and mana.
One can only say that the charm of stats, crushing everything, is enough. Why bother thinking about how to fight?
He finally understood one thing: character sheets are for show, games are for playing, and in reality, losing your head means death.
Maiev nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement. She said casually,
"Have you been to Kalimdor?"
"No, mylady. If you want to chat, after the battle is over, we will have a celebratory banquet. You can chat as much as you want then. Now is not the time. Let me see your strength."
Arthas felt that the other party was truly inexplicable. She came but didn't help. Was she here for fun, or for business?