"Who are you?" Zuluhed asked in broken Common, his hammer unwavering in his hand. Shamans wield hammers as weapons; the so-called casting units are actually warriors!
"I am your father!" After unleashing continuous bolts of light from his hammer, Arthas had gathered enough energy; a bright shield rose, delivering the Justice Strike! Boom! Zuluhed was knocked to the ground.
Arthas turned to the recovering red dragon below and said in draconic, "Pretend you're still not awake!" The red dragon beneath raised an eyelid, clearly understanding Arthas's words.
It continued to keep its eyes closed, its body swaying slightly, seemingly still in a daze. If it weren't known that it was already awake, no one would doubt that a dragon could act so convincingly!
"Damn it! Big lizard, kill him!" Zuluhed roared as he raised his hammer and smashed it down, wanting to tear that detestable human to pieces!
Several rushing orc soldiers were staggered by the holy shield thrown out by Arthas, and one seized the moment to slash a sword across the orc's neck, piercing the carotid and causing a gush of blood.
Although he couldn't take down the opponent in one hit, the lack of a priest to stop the bleeding meant the orc was left clutching its neck, waiting to die; the difficulty in breathing from excessive blood loss, losing strength, was something it couldn't resist. Arthas, having already experienced killing, began to proficiently harvest lives; he even felt a surge of pleasure as something entered his body after each orc died.
This pleasure drove him gradually into a killing fervor; he blocked two axe strikes with his shield and redirected the force aside, kicking the orc in the groin while thrusting his sword directly into its skull. With a twist of his right hand, the blade made mush of the brain, instantly killing the orc.
"You all must die! Hahaha!" Arthas raised his sword high as a holy light poured from his body to the ground. Several arrows flew in from afar, piercing his armor and causing some blood loss. However, standing on the consecrated ground, his body began to continuously recover.
Hum! Another holy light descended, the Sacred Edict! Filling his health back up once more. He blocked the attacks, skillfully engaged in close combat, and utilized the Avenger's Shield and the holy hammer for ranged attacks, taking down the orc shooting arrows. Though his wounds increased, Arthas's fighting spirit did not diminish; the expression of madness gradually entered the state of slaughter.
This madness even made the orcs fearful; one desperate orc clung to Arthas, but he simply bit down on its ear and brutally ripped it off. Kicking the orc away, he too was sent flying. However, in the next moment, with blood all over his mouth, Arthas stood up again; a holy light fell, healing some of his wounds.
Charging forward again, he said, "Hahaha, come on, let's continue; today is your funeral!"
The sight of his madness made the black dragon princess frown slightly; it was too mad, seeming a bit insane. Wielding her staff, she cast several fireballs, reporting the situation here to her father Deathwing. Not far away, Deathwing was also observing the situation; he could see Arthas's frenzied state. Although this fight was beneath him, he could easily crush these orcs with a single finger. However, he was intrigued by Arthas, as the whispers in his mind seemed to amplify during battle, leading him to act in this frenzied manner.
As the Earth Warder, he originally protected the dragons, but his lair was underground, next to the imprisoned Old God N'Zoth. Hearing the incessant chatter from that being for thousands of years without going mad truly showed his strength.
Besides N'Zoth's whispers, he could also hear the pain and wails from deep within the planet. The pain of an unborn baby being parasitized; that suffering is unimaginable for any guardian. Arthas's behavior was almost parallel to his own experiences, so he would show mercy to Arthas and was willing to cooperate with this relatively weak human prince.
Especially when the other party said they could find a solution, it made him even more interested; he wanted to see if Arthas could indeed achieve it and whether the method would work on himself. In the storyline, Deathwing was defeated and had to hide underground to recover, which led to him being completely controlled by N'Zoth, unable to be saved.
However, at this moment, Deathwing was not under N'Zoth's control; both sides maintained only a cooperative relationship. "Help him, but remember, the dragon eggs are what we need; don't mess it up."
Deathwing would not focus his energy on Arthas; he had more important matters to attend to, that is to seize the red dragon's eggs and take them to Draenor for hatching, to rebuild the black dragon army. It wouldn't work in Azeroth, as black dragons were hated and killed on sight unless they surrendered; the only remaining wretched black dragon was under supervision in the Wyrmrest Temple.
"Yes, father." Onyxia reassessed Arthas; her interest in him was merely for profit.
She liked gold not just for its own sake but to add some fun, as otherwise, a long life would be exceedingly dull. Now given orders from her father, Onyxia became slightly more serious; setting aside the power of the dragon, she was also a magus, with greater spell control than human mages. The fireballs cast by human mages only the size of a head, while hers were nearly the size of a millstone, multiplied in quality by who knows how many times.
Boom! Unleashing her firepower, Onyxia sent the dragonmaw clan's orc soldiers flying with explosive fireballs. Arthas, like a madman, kept executing finishing blows, seemingly with an intense desire for slaughtering orcs. Aurelia, having dealt with the red dragon threat, drew her bow and shot the orcs far away, pinning them to the trees. Watching the deranged Arthas, she furrowed her brow slightly, feeling a bit anxious. Perhaps it was because of a previous intimate encounter, that made her feel this way.
After a massacre, only a few orcs from the Dragonmaw clan escaped, all the rest were completely annihilated. Only the chieftain Zuluhed was under Arthas's foot, battered and bruised, even his protruding fangs were broken, and his mouth was full of blood, looking extremely miserable. In comparison to the blood-soaked but menacing Arthas, they were worlds apart. One was a beaten and bloody orc, the other a human hero!