"Help me hold them off, and I'll take out these orcs." Arthas felt a bit of pain; that was all experience! If he wanted to improve himself, he had to eliminate more enemies. After all, tasks only offer rewards, but no experience!
"Are you a killing madman? Do you enjoy murder that much?" Alleria was a bit surprised, and as she released an arrow, it pierced through an orc's throat, putting them into a state of death.
"Help me recover the arrows, and also fetch some of their arrows."
"No, I just want to deepen my understanding of my fighting skills." Arthas struck down without pause, and there were at least fifty, if not a hundred, orcs who died at his hands. His silver armor was once again stained red with blood, and such slaughter could easily produce negative effects. He was even considering other methods for swift kills; perhaps magic would do?
"I've never seen someone so peculiar as you." Alleria merely pouted and continued shooting, her strength not yet sufficient to not require arrows; she still relied on ordinary arrows.
Regarding Arthas's actions, she actually rolled her eyes a bit, because afterward, he would surely be unable to resist seeking her again. Clearly, she should refuse him, but just thinking about that pleasure made it hard for her to suppress the body's delight, wanting to do it once more with this young prince! In her heart, she wished for just one more time, just once! Time after time, it was always about just one more time, endlessly sinking into fleshly desires!
Every time the long sword moved, the air would burst into a roar. Blood spattered, and hot blood splashed onto Arthas's face, stirring a rush of adrenaline in him.
He had seen ferocious orcs, especially Grom Hellscream, who could even knock cavalry away; their strength was perhaps already over a thousand pounds and much more. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be hit by such strength; could he withstand it? He would surely die!
Splurt! Arthas let out a muffled grunt as an axe struck his back; the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood was oozing from the injury!
"Light of Dawn!" "Hammer of Justice!"
Holy Light healed the wound and increased his health, while the holy hammer smashed, prepared to unleash the ultimate skill against the orc.
Turning around, he discovered that this orc was not wearing armor and held an ancient long sword, which looked neither like a sword nor a knife. There was also a necklace hanging from his neck made of unknown animal skulls, looking incredibly eerie.
A Blade Master! Wasn't this the hero unit from Warcraft? The orc Blade Master came from the Burning Blade clan, a clan known for their skill; they excelled in offense, and their style was purely aggressive. Their unique Gale Step allows them to conceal themselves in the air and move quickly, silently attacking their targets!
"Ding, mission 'Warchief's Enmity' triggered."
"Warchief's Enmity I (Chain Quest): You have been targeted by the horde's Warchief, Orgrim. As the prince of Lordaeron, you should not appear on the battlefield; you have disrupted the tribe's plans, and now the tribe has sent elite assassins to eliminate you. Eliminate the assassins sent and strive to survive! Kill 10 Orc Assassins, mission reward: specialization upgrade."
Indeed, a mark of the assassin appeared over the orcs' heads, with an arrow indicating that this was the mission target.
"Burning Blade Clan Orc Assassin"
"Alleria, there are assassins hiding; find a way to uncover them. Onyxia set fire to the bushes in front, be careful of the assassins." Arthas shouted quickly, his movements not slow, striking the neck of a Burning Blade orc with his sword. Swoosh! This time, it only left a blood mark; he couldn't sever the orc's neck. At the same time, a light screen rose on the orc's body and then shattered, seemingly having protected him from being decapitated.
"Damn it!" Arthas couldn't help but swear; the orc Blade Master had high attack and low defense, but he wasn't quite able to endure just yet. If a few assassins approached him, he would definitely be done for!
"Die for me! I don't believe you can block my second attack!" Under the fear of death, Arthas unleashed a powerful potential, and the Holy Light ignited around him. The long sword was covered with brilliant golden light, and it seemed as if he was illuminated.
The sword struck down again toward the head of the orc assassin, this time the explosive force severed half of the orc's neck. Splurt! Blood gushed out again, the dazzling time finally ending. The young orc assassin stared at Arthas in disbelief, seemingly unable to fathom that his first battle had ended in such failure. A roar of angry orcs echoed from a distance, apparently enraged by the orc assassin being gravely injured.
"Die already!" Arthas was relentless, especially since they were here to assassinate him. Why should he show the other side any mercy? Enemies should die; only the dead enemy is a good enemy. The sharp long sword plunged directly into the orc's neck, piercing through the green skin and directly into the neck, shattering the vertebrae. With a forceful horizontal cut, splurt! The gruesome head flew high, carrying an air of disbelief. "You have killed Sethsk, the grandson of the chief of the Burning Blade clan, and your reputation in the Burning Blade clan has turned to hatred."
A muscular orc charged through the fire, flames dancing on his body, and let out a roar upon seeing the headless orc corpse. This time, his roar was authentic orc language, "Great ancestors above, I shall wash away Sethsk's disgrace with the enemies' blood!"
After saying that, his fiery red eyes fixed on Arthas, clearly already viewing Arthas as his target of hatred. "Firehowl Kabath (Blade Master of the Burning Blade Clan, Sethsk's father, son of the Burning Blade clan chief)." Upon seeing the name, Arthas couldn't help but raise an eyebrow; oh man, this was indeed a small challenge leading to a big one.