Leaping down from a height, Frostmourne struck the roaring Earth Elemental Giant. A roar echoed, but it quickly died down.
Its massive rocky body became rigid. If one could see its health bar above its head, they would surely notice it dropping like water from a pump.
When Arthas landed, the twenty-meter-tall Earth Elemental Giant also crashed to the ground, its tightly bound rocks crumbling inch by inch, eventually turning into individual man-sized stones.
It wasn't an instant kill, but it was clear it was no match.
He walked over and gripped the hammer of khaz'goroth, instantly feeling a surge of immense power.
The hammer had a peculiar design: one end was a flat hammer face for striking and forging, while the other was a curved, crescent-shaped silver blade. It had the style of a warhammer commonly used by gnomes.
The flat side was for smashing, and the blade was for cutting. It was easy to use no matter how he wielded it.
Hammer of Khaz'goroth: Forged by the Titan Khaz'goroth of the Pantheon, used to build mountains and flatten the land. Only a fraction of its power remains.'
Despite the description, this power was still too strong for Arthas.
His body struggled to contain the power. He hurriedly entered a state of natural channeling, using the energy to regulate his body.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but Sinestra was already standing behind him, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she looked at him.
This was her master. She had staked all her hopes on him. If Arthas met with an accident, she would likely not survive alone.
Perhaps it could be called a love suicide, but it was also a helpless despair, because besides Arthas, she had no other hope of turning things around.
Just as she was worrying, a unique pressure emanated from Arthas, and the surrounding Earth Elementals stirred restlessly.
This made Sinestra incredibly surprised, and she felt a sense of familiarity, yet it was also very strange.
It was very similar to the scene where Deathwing Neltharion received infused power from the Titans, but it wasn't quite the same, because this energy was purer and more advanced.
However, this did not prevent it from having the aura of an Earth Lord. If Arthas weren't human, Sinestra might have even thought he was the Earth Lord!
He opened his eyes, and a unique light flashed. The restless Earth Elementals all quieted down again, seemingly surrendering to their new master.
"Phew! Not bad. Do you know the whereabouts of the other Pillars of Creation?"
Arthas felt very good. He had just heard the voice of the Azeroth World Soul, very faint and weak, seemingly conveying a cry for help.
However, there was no quest panel update this time, no guidance, but that didn't stop him from wanting to understand more about the Titan's power.
"Aside from the eye of aman'thul in the nighthold, the other Pillars of Creation have been shattered."
"queen Ysera, with the help of the Tear of elune, perished together with Kil'jaeden."
"The Tidestone has been shattered and disappeared, and the Aegis of Aggramar was detonated by queen Alexstrasza, perishing together with Archimonde."
Chromie's voice was a little low. The dragon Aspects had truly fought to the very last moment; not one of them rebelled, even the mad blue dragon King Malygos fought to the death.
Tragic?
Tragic indeed!
But these were the responsibilities and duties of the dragon Aspects. From the moment they received the blessings of the Titans' power, possessing nearly immortal lifespans and wondrous abilities, this outcome was destined.
Arthas walked over and ruffled her golden twin buns, as if caring for a younger sister.
"Don't worry, with me here, what the Burning Legion can do, I can do, and what they can't do, I can do even more."
"Let's go, we'll head to the nighthold. It's time to claim the eye of aman'thul. Victory will ultimately belong to us, to Azeroth."
Seemingly infected by the atmosphere, Chromie's low spirits recovered, but she playfully swatted away his large hand, baring her small fangs, looking cute and mischievous.
"Hey, how many times have I told you not to mess with my hair? You're messing up my hair!"
From Chromie, he learned more details. No wonder the Burning Legion, despite occupying Azeroth, hadn't made too many deep incursions.
They should have started corrupting the World Soul, enslaving the World Soul's will, extracting the World Soul's energy, and so on.
It seemed that both Archimonde and Kil'jaeden had been killed and were now waiting to be resurrected in their main base.
Only then could he have time to act; otherwise, with two lieutenants watching, it would be difficult to make a move.
All three of them could see in the dark. After stepping into the demigod realm, even if it was just a temporary getting Started, their night vision became excellent.
He took out food and cooked it, sharing the delicious meal with the two beautiful women.
Don't let Chromie's gnome-like appearance fool you; if she transformed back into a dragon, she would be much larger than Arthas.
However, a smaller size had its advantages, often making things more convenient.
Attacking a fortress was a very troublesome matter, but infiltrating it was much simpler.
During their rest, Arthas used Eagle Eye to gaze far at the ancient city.
The exquisite buildings were filled with demonized satyrs, and many demon guards patrolled. Compared to the chaotic environment outside, it seemed much more peaceful here.
The city was vast, several times larger than Dalaran.
Don't think of it as just one area in a game; in reality, it would only make people get lost.
The nighthold was also easy to find: it was the tall tower in the central area.
An ancient castle, with a forecourt, palace, keep, and a back garden.
The palace was a towering mage tower, with a dense energy at the very top, somewhat similar to arcane, yet not quite arcane, seemingly from the shadows?
During the raid, one would need to fight their way from the forecourt, eventually climbing the tower to reach the very top floor.
The top floor was designed as a sky garden, with no roof or spire. The surrounding terraces were adorned with numerous jade pillars carved with runes, serving as both decoration and components of a magic array.
A female elf, nearly three meters tall, wearing a revealing mage robe and with unique tattoos branded on her skin, floated in mid-air.
She was enveloped by visible energy, her hands raised high, murmuring incantations. It was unclear if she was praying or casting a spell.
At a certain moment, her eyes opened, and a strange smile graced her mature face.
Grand Magistrix Elisande!
Besides being a Grand Magistrix, she was also an astrologer, capable of seeing countless futures through unique means.
It was she who foresaw the tearing of the earth, leading her to use the eye of aman'thul, an artifact, to protect the entire city of Suramar with a magical barrier, allowing her Highborne followers to survive until now.
It was also because of her subsequent prophecy that these surviving elves, who called themselves the nightborne, pledged allegiance to the Burning Legion.
Now, this female elf had actually discovered him!
Was it good or bad? A blessing or a curse?