But why can't it be the other way around? If you encounter a ghost, why not think about how you can use exorcism spells, have a peach wood sword, and possess black dog blood? Because of subconscious behavior, you end up putting yourself in a weaker position.
"I can cast Divine Shield! The duration of Divine Shield is permanent!"
"I can cast Divine Shield! The duration of Divine Shield is permanent!"
"I can cast Divine Shield! The duration of Divine Shield is permanent!"
Arthas kept mumbling the same phrase, while closing his eyes to meditate, subconsciously hypnotizing himself to believe this fact. He was trying to convince himself that everything in his dream was illusory, could be reconstructed, and can be molded to his own imagination!
Elisande, with her half-closed eyes, looked at the mumbling human and wondered if she had found a lunatic.
Five minutes later, Elisande couldn't take it anymore and stood up, scolding, "Will you please shut up? What are you even mumbling about over there?!"
Buzz! Almost immediately after Elisande's roar, a pure holy light surged around Arthas, dazzling yet not blinding, making him appear sacred.
"What?" Elisande was baffled; there was no major power that used holy light during this period, not even a hint of it. She had seen the power of holy light but hadn't explored it because it felt absolutely out of place.
"Did it succeed?" Arthas looked at the golden halo surrounding him, clenched his fist, and beckoned Elisande, "Try hitting me with a spell."
Boom! Without hesitating even for a moment, Elisande didn't even raise her hand, merely relying on her mental power to launch a fireball, which, the size of a bathroom sink, crashed toward Arthas. The flames collided with the holy light, bursting with sparks, but did not harm Arthas at all! Arthas was also startled; instantaneous casting?
Even Onyxia couldn't do that; it at least required casting motions. But he was soon attracted by the holy light around him, he had succeeded!
"You? How did you do that?" Elisande asked, realizing it might be a secret, and hurriedly changed the topic, "It has good defense, but it's not enough."
Whoosh! Arthas suddenly appeared in front of her, one hand grabbing her soft breast, playing with it, feeling the thin silk of her underwear, and his palm could feel the softness of that cherry.
"Unruly!" Elisande's body trembled, a surge of magic suddenly enveloped Arthas and attempted to knock him away. But Arthas was unfazed; the entire secret room trembled as if it were collapsing, showing her inner rage.
"Mmm!" Elisande was forcefully kissed by Arthas, the feeling of his lips was unfamiliar, making her widen her eyes, carefully looking at Arthas, she couldn't believe she was kissed forcefully by a weak human! In less than three seconds, Arthas released Elisande; he was merely testing his hypothesis.
Indeed, he was right, his earlier teleportation was just a matter of thought. Imagining he could teleport there and then forcefully kiss this grand sorceress, and he actually succeeded! Luckily, Elisande was sitting cross-legged; if she stood up, with her height of two meters and five centimeters, forcefully kissing would have been impossible.
'Oh right!' Arthas teleported outside the cave, behind him appeared wings of holy light, which flapped and began to fly unsteadily.
"There he is!"
"Send scouts to surround him!"
Arthas's actions were quickly discovered by the searching guards, and countless arrows and spells flew in from afar. Without exception, they hit him with precision! However, the holy light enveloping him blocked it, and Divine Shield made him invincible!
In the game, the invincibility lasts for eight seconds, making him impossible to kill! Paladin skills are indeed very broken.
"Haha! A bunch of ants!" Arthas laughed heartily, using the holy light to restrain all these night elves in place. Then he suddenly accelerated and dashed towards the area with the densest arcane energy.
"Stop him!"
"For Azshara!"
"Kill!"
Countless night elf sentinels launched attacks against Arthas, along with powerful mages levitating and casting spells for more precise strikes against him. Huge crescent blades, shaped like clovers, were shot out with a cutting momentum, and in the air, countless moon blades formed a metal barrage surrounding Arthas in the center.
Clang! The collision of metal with the holy light shield still failed to inflict the slightest harm on him. Arcane magic, missiles, fire spells, frost spells, arrows, and secret arts could do nothing against him. Even the slow zone formed by magic circles couldn't stop him, not producing an ounce of hindrance.
Boom! Arthas smashed through a significant portion of magical defenses, sending a towering arcane construct over twenty meters high-flying. Those who stand in his way would be killed by him; great strength could be unleashed freely.
It was akin to a game developed by the Nightmare King within a dream, where Arthas, as a player, had installed cheats and was slaughtering wildly, significantly disrupting the balance, while the game itself couldn't resist him at all because everything was almost established under the rules of nightmares. How can one oppose oneself?
It's like a parasite. If N'Zoth saw this, he would absolutely exclaim that this is exactly the method of parasitism used by the Old Gods! This method leads to the parasitization that even Titans are powerless against; they can only choose to seal them and find a way to cure them later.
Boom! The massive holy light curtain isolated all magic, and a graceful night elf maid rushed forward with seven blades, trying to assassinate Arthas, only to be slapped away by him.
Vashj looked dumbfounded as she was sent flying; she never expected the opponent to be so terrifying that she had no ability to resist at all! Thud! Arthas landed in a palace, with a balcony outside connecting to the primordial Well of Eternity, which was the very blood of Azeroth's soul!
A graceful, curvaceous female elf lay elegantly on a fine sofa, sheer fabric only covered one leg, while the other leg was nearly bare, exposing a large expanse of jade-like skin to the air.
One hand propped up the sofa supporting her head, while the other hand held a wine glass, with a stunning face displaying calm and composure, not the least bit flustered as she looked at Arthas, even taking time to sip her red wine.