How exhilarating is it to fight while riding a black dragon Aspect?
Arthas couldn't quite describe it, but compared to his previous ground-based 'mowing down' speed, it had suddenly elevated by a whole tier, bringing a different kind of thrill.
No wonder men enjoy 'mowing down' games; with each swing, a large swath of demons would fall.
The more he killed, even Frostmourne seemed to vibrate slightly, as devouring souls was something it found pleasurable.
Kill!
Chromie rode her magic carpet, following closely behind, occasionally casting spells to deflect incoming projectiles.
The Fel Cannons in the distance had begun charging, green Fel energy being injected into their barrels, and the artillerymen were aiming at them!
They completely disregarded the numerous demon soldiers below; in the Burning Legion's eyes, if a demon died, it died, they could always be resurrected anyway.
They used cannon fodder to stall the trio's advance, and once the cannons were charged, they would unleash a barrage, an indiscriminate area-of-effect strike.
As long as they could kill them, what did a few soldiers matter?
When fighting a war, how can there be no casualties?
What does it mean to be 'merciful but not in command of troops'? Learn from the Burning Legion; they even bomb their own, and don't worry about soldiers mutinying. Where do they find so many loyal cannon fodder?
"Arthas, there are cannons up there!" Chromie shouted, if one shot came down, they wouldn't be able to dodge it while hugging the ground.
Flying into the sky was also dangerous; there were too many arrows, and Fel-infused arrows had lethal killing power against dragons!
Infernal!
A massive boulder suddenly appeared above the fortress, crashing down violently.
Boom!
The fully charged Fel Cannons, struck by the equally Fel-infused giant rock, exceeded their critical energy point and exploded themselves.
Boom boom boom!
A continuous series of explosions erupted, and a row of Fel Cannons, being too close together, were caught in the blast, creating a chain reaction that took out a large area.
"That's so cool!" Chromie clapped her hands excitedly, but the next second, a Fel arrow flew past, almost hitting her bun, scaring her into quickly ducking her head.
She wasn't particularly skilled in combat, but she was a top-tier support.
Waving her hands, numerous buffs were applied to Arthas.
His speed became faster, his attack power doubled, and even his attack range doubled.
He felt as if he had inexhaustible strength, which compensated for his last remaining weakness: stamina!
Arthas was indeed a formidable fighter, but with limited stamina, he couldn't just rampage endlessly.
After a few hours of high-intensity combat, he would need to rest; human strength always has a ceiling.
If he were a machine or an elemental, there would be no such restriction.
He was like this, and so were the two fallen high-ranking officers of the Burning Legion; they all had stamina limitations, otherwise, they wouldn't have been taken down by two dragon queens wielding artifacts in a mutual annihilation.
He blinked into the nighthold, swinging his hand as he entered; long-range attacks were still considered melee, so Split Attack, Bash, and Critical Strike all benefited from the buffs.
The Felguards inside were much stronger than the Miscellaneous soldiers outside; their health alone exceeded five thousand.
However, they were still useless against Arthas; their armor's damage reduction was useless against Chaos damage, which dealt 100% full damage, bypassing all reductions!
Clouds of blood mist exploded, and screams echoed.
With a casual swing, a large number of demons fell, giving him a unique feeling of being a Sword God, with a single sword stroke chilling nineteen continents.
Arthas, at full power, no longer traveled on foot, but used his super-fast cooldown Blink for displacement.
He would blink, strike with his sword, and if the enemy wasn't dead, he'd follow up with another blow; his speed was so fast that the eyes couldn't keep up.
On the top floor of the fortress, Grand Magistrix Elisande floated in mid-air, her scantily clad attire showing no concern about being seen.
Enveloped in a torrent of purple energy, one hand clutching the eye of aman'thul, she simply watched the demons being slaughtered below, as well as the satyrs who had once been elves.
She should have intervened, but she merely watched, wanting to see if the prophecy she had seen was true.
In the face of power, numbers held no meaning; they were just a pile of ants, ants that required a little time to crush.
The golden-haired swordsman, with his elegant movements, would appear, and swathes of demon soldiers would fall; no one was his match.
"The night Warrior's Blink? Hm, interesting."
"Fel? arcane? What's that Rain of Fire and that beam of light?"
"Don't the forces conflict?"
Elisande watched silently. When Arthas blinked to the third-to-last floor below, he finally encountered resistance.
Before, it had been a one-sided slaughter, but now he faced the entanglement of six-armed Shivarra and the spell attacks of Fel Warlocks.
If not for Holy Light Spell and the aura buffs, he would have fallen long ago.
The damage reduction from Concentration Aura was very effective; each hit on him only dealt half damage.
The life regeneration from Unholy Aura and the lifesteal effect from Vampiric Aura, along with the damage dealt by Split Attack, were all calculated.
He fought his way upwards, reaching the second-to-last floor, where the attacks became even stronger, including ancient ballistae, war weapons used to hunt proto-dragons.
At this point, his health started to fluctuate wildly, looking very much like a pure death knight tank, with his health bar jumping up and down, making healers anxious.
At this moment, Sinestra and Chromie also arrived; one used spells to attack the warlocks behind them, while the other utilized unique abilities to restore health.
Tank, healer, and DPS, good heavens, just three people coming to raid a dungeon, huh?
"Worm! You are powerful, but this is as far as you go! I will cut off your head and use it as a goblet to express my utmost respect!"
Similar to Mannoroth, but considerably smaller, the still twenty-meter-tall Azgalor grinned menacingly.
To be honest, after the Fel corruption, even his voice was messed up; that thick, overly raspy voice sounded very Illidari!
"Be careful, this Pit Lord is very difficult to deal with; many of our comrades fell to him last time!"
Chromie was still trying to warn him, but then she saw Arthas charging forward recklessly.
Her eyelids twitched wildly at the sight; this brute!
You pulled everything from the fortress gate, plus the Court of Stars and the fortress interior, all the way here; are you trying to ruin my key?!
You're fighting like a tank!
Do you think I'm just going to loot everything? Is your brain connected to Divine Storm and can't stop?
Before she could finish her complaints, she saw Azgalor fall in less than five seconds!
This?
This!
Sinestra patted her shoulder, saying earnestly, "You know nothing of master's power; at least an hour is the minimum!"