Zulud, with a stern expression, asked in a rough common language, "Who are you?" His hammer poised without hesitation. Shamans wield hammers as weapons, essentially warriors in spellcaster guise!
"I am your father!" Arthas, after charging his hammer with enough energy from Light's Hammer, raised a shield glowing with the Shield of Justice!
With a loud bang, Zulud was sent flying to the ground. Arthas, addressing the recovering red dragon below, said, "To save your queen, just pretend she hasn't woken up yet!"
The red dragon beneath him raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding Arthas's words.
Continuing to feign unconsciousness, swaying as if in a daze.
If one didn't know he was already awake, no one would suspect a dragon's acting skills could be so convincing!
"Damn it! Lizard, breathe fire on him!"
Enraged, Zulud fiercely swung his hammer, aiming to tear this detestable human into pieces!
As several charging orc soldiers approached, Arthas hurled a holy light shield, causing them to stumble, then swiftly struck an orc's neck with a sword, piercing the major artery, blood gushing out instantly.
Though not instantly fatal, the lack of a priest to stop the bleeding left the orc in agony, clutching his neck, succumbing to excessive blood loss and difficulty breathing, unable to resist.
Arthas, clearly experienced in slaughter, skillfully reaped lives, feeling a sense of pleasure, something entering his body upon the orc's death.
This pleasure gradually drove him into madness, blocking attacks with his shield, engaging in agile combat, using Avenger's Shield and holy light hammers for ranged attacks, eliminating orcs firing cold arrows.
Arthas's wounds increased, yet his fighting spirit remained undiminished, his wild expression escalating into a frenzy of combat.
His madness even frightened the orcs; one desperate orc grabbed Arthas, only to have his ear bitten off by Arthas, who then kicked the orc away, sending both flying.
Yet, the bloodied Arthas stood up again the next moment, a holy light descending to partially heal his injuries.
Advancing once more, he declared, "Ha-ha, come, continue, today is where you meet your end!"
His frenzied state made the Black Dragon Princess frown, seeming overly deranged, bordering on possession.
Swinging her staff, she cast several large fireballs, relaying the situation to her father, Deathwing.
Deathwing, observing from a distance, witnessed Arthas's frenzy. Though such combat was beneath him, as he could easily crush these orcs with a flick of his finger, he found Arthas intriguing. The whispers in his mind during battle seemed amplified, leading to erratic behavior.
As the Earth Warder and former Dragon Aspect, his lair lay underground near the sealed Old God, N'Zoth.
Enduring endless millennia of incessant whispers without going completely mad showcased his resilience. In addition to N'Zoth's whispers, he also heard the planet's agonizing cries from deep within the earth.
The pain of an unborn infant parasitized by a worm was undeniable.
Arthas's plight mirrored his own experiences, prompting Deathwing to show mercy and consider collaborating with the relatively weak human Prince.
Especially since Arthas claimed to have a solution, Deathwing's interest was piqued, curious to see if Arthas could deliver and if his methods would be effective when applied to himself.
In the storyline, Deathwing was on the brink of death, seeking refuge underground to recover before being fully controlled by N'Zoth.
Currently, Deathwing remained uncontrolled by N'Zoth, their relationship merely one of cooperation.
"Aid him, remember, dragon eggs are what we need, don't mess this up." Deathwing's focus was on securing red dragon eggs to hatch and rebuild the Black Dragonflight in Draenor.
In Azeroth, the Black Dragonflight was universally condemned, targeted for extermination on sight.
Unless they surrendered, the few remaining Black Dragons were confined within the Dragon Soul Temple under surveillance.
"Yes, father." Onyxia reassessed Arthas, her interest in him driven by the potential for profit.
Her fondness for gold was merely a source of amusement, as immortality could be quite dull.
Following her orders, Onyxia, aside from her draconic power, was also a skilled Magister, surpassing human mages in spell control.
While a human mage's Fireball was the size of a fist, her Fireball was akin to a millstone, vastly superior in quality.
With a resounding boom!
With the firepower released, Onyxia used fireballs to continuously blow away the Orc soldiers of the Dragonmaw Clan. Arthas frantically harvested the lifespan with last-ditch attacks, and seemed to have a very strong desire to kill the Orcs.
After Alleria dealt with the threat of the red dragon, she bent her bow and arrows, and nailed the orcs who were shooting arrows in the distance to the tree trunks.
Looking at the crazy Arthas, she frowned slightly and felt a little anxious.
Maybe it's because I've had skin-to-skin contact before, so I feel anxious.
After a lot of killing, only a few of Dragonmaw Clan's orcs escaped, and the rest were all annihilated.
Only Chief Zulud was trampled under Arthas' feet. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Even his protruding fangs were broken. His mouth was full of blood, and he looked extremely miserable.
Compared with Arthas, who was covered in blood but full of murderous intent, he was in the sky and on the earth.
A bear, a hero!