Five elements?!
When Thrall first saw this legendary enemy of the beastmen, he thought that Duque was just smart.
But when he saw that Duque could control five elements at the same time and appear in a form that didn't conflict with each other, Thrall was shocked.
Thrall had heard of high-level human Mages who could use [Frostfire Arrow], which was a mixture of ice and fire elements, but he had never heard of anyone who could combine five elements without conflict.
Arcane, fire, ice, lightning, and storm!
The five destructive elements were perfectly combined, and it seemed like they couldn't go too far away from his body. From beginning to end, the five-colored magic ball never left Duque's palm. Duque had no choice but to fight in close combat. He pushed out his palm and bombarded Arthas's arm at close range.
Nobody noticed that as soon as it came into contact with Arthis' armguard, the glowing orb suddenly morphed into the shape of a sword within a hundredth of a second. Then, in the blink of an eye, it sliced through Arthis' armguard, the muscles of her arm, and the bones of her arm that had been imbued with the power of darkness.
The others only saw that Arthas's ice armor, which was many times harder than a tortoise shell, was destroyed by the five-colored energy ball after Grom blasted it in the chest area.
It wasn't that Arthas's defense wasn't high, but that there was nothing in the world that could truly achieve full elemental defense. Just like [Frostfire Arrow], it aimed to break through the opponent's weakest resistance.
Duque's spell, which he named [Five-Colored Greatsword], was the same.
To Duque's surprise, Arthas's weakest resistance was not fire, but …
Everything didn't matter anymore, because Orgrim had already come up to finish off the attack. Oh, the hammer!
Orgrim definitely wouldn't mind smashing Duque and Arthas into meat paste together. Of course, the premise was that the Duque who used the five-colored greatsword to cut off Arthas's arm was the real deal.
Just before the [Hammer of Destruction] landed, the Duque in front of Arthas disappeared.
Orgrim noticed that when Duque appeared with the colorful ball in his hand, all the other doppelgangers of Duque had disappeared. The only remaining Duque was hiding behind Abbendis, who was holding a shield and a one-handed sword.
Tsk! Should I say, as expected of Duke Marcus?
No matter what, he was so shrewd that it was frightening!
Arthis, who had lost his arm, naturally lost his last chance to retaliate.
Without any hesitation, Orgrim's hammer descended from the sky with unparalleled might.
* Boom! * The earth shook violently. When the hammer landed on the Undead Knight's chest, the ground around the two of them bulged due to the huge impact. Everything within a hundred meters was engulfed in flames.
The power of Orgrim's attack was beyond the imagination of mortals.
Thrall's vision was blinded and dazzled. He could not help but turn around and fall to the ground. Thrall calmly realized that Orgrim had succeeded in his attack.
After a full five to six seconds, Thrall carefully opened his eyes and saw the tragic scene on the battlefield.
Due to the full power of the [Hammer of Destruction], the ground was instantly burned to ashes. Before, the Elf Prince only burned the corpses, but now, everything was burned.
The grass, the short trees, the messy rocks, and even the small forest in the distance were blown away in an instant. Giant concentric circles appeared on the grassland with the two of them as the center.
The sand had reached its melting point, and it gave off a horrible smell. The smell was very pungent, and there was even a glass-like molten substance around them.
The chaotic flames disappeared, and everyone looked at the center again. Orgrim held the [Hammer of Destruction] in his left hand, and his right hand grabbed the Undead Knight's neck. Then, he lifted the Undead Knight's broken body up high.
Arthas was in a terrible state. There was a huge burnt hole where his heart should be, and the scenery behind his chest could be seen. His armor had not completely shattered, and his remaining ribs were supporting his human form.
The once noble and holy Lordaeron prince was about to end his sins in his first official battle after his fall.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head. On his right was his broken arm, swaying in the wind.
It should be over …
Seeing this scene, almost everyone secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hahahaha! You can't play anymore, you filthy Undead Knight! "Grom laughed as he walked over with his legendary axe [Bloodhowl].
"Chop off his head and give the body to a human Holy Knight. Humans are better at purifying undead than us!" Orgrim ordered as he turned to look at Duque.
Duque smiled and nodded.
Originally, they wanted to personally chop off the head of Arthas, who killed his father and destroyed his kingdom. Since Duque had no objections, Mograine and Grom could only accept it. Fortunately, they could still purify Arthas's evil and stinky soul.
Hearing the soul of a fallen Holy Knight like them wail in agony would definitely feel good.
On the other side, Grom grinned as he raised his axe. His hard fangs seemed especially domineering at this moment.
"I'd be happy to …"
Halfway through his sentence, Grom suddenly realized that something was wrong.
That was because Orgrim was asleep.
Sleep in the middle of this noisy battlefield?
Falling asleep before dealing the final blow to the enemy?
What the hell?!
"[Sleep]?" Duque shuddered. He immediately realized what was going on and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Be careful of the Dreadlord —"
The Dreadlord was a highly intelligent monster that exuded powerful demonic energy. It was an unbelievably terrifying existence, the ruler of darkness and the mind. These cruel and evil creatures were the Burning Legion's most capable generals.
Any Dreadlord was at least as powerful as a peak Radiant Moon Mage.
As if to prove Duque's words, in the next second, everyone present was attacked by a fog that contained evil energy.
It was a thick, purplish-black fog. When the scorched ground touched it, a sizzling sound could be heard. It was highly corrosive. Without the help of the Holy Knights, the Beastman heroes would probably die.
Although the fog wasn't fatal, everyone was unavoidably disturbed.
[Fog of Decay]?!
Just as time seemed to freeze, a shocking change occurred that no one could have imagined.
Arthas's severed arm actually floated into the air and pierced through the chest of the former Great Chieftain Orgrim.
That was an unsurprising stab to the chest. The sharpness of a god-tier magic weapon wasn't something that a well-trained body could withstand. It was easy to imagine that Orgrim's heart would be split in half at this moment.
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