Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 647: Explosion

It was sheer providence that Arthas had grown to such colossal proportions, otherwise the three orc heroes' absolutely savage and bone-crushing attacks would have left zero room to squeeze two additional warriors around his hulking form.

"By the Light's burning wrath!"

Every single time Arthas expended his full supernatural might to repel an orc champion, a paladin would immediately surge forward to fill the gap like water rushing into a breach. Compared to the orc berserkers, these human paladins possessed superior defensive capabilities that made them infuriatingly difficult to eliminate.

At this crucial moment, Duke's third battlefield command rang out with authority.

"Kael'thas! Incinerate every corpse in sight!"

The prince complied without so much as batting an aristocratic eyelash.

Duke had initially suspected that Kael'thas might balk at such a task. After all, asking a high elf prince of royal blood to serve as a glorified corpse incinerator was rather beneath his station.

Who could have predicted the prince would execute the order with such flawless precision?

Kael'thas's devastatingly gorgeous Phoenix Flames roared to life with spectacular intensity, and with a single graceful gesture, crimson radiance erupted like liquid fire cascading across the battlefield.

Duke's eyes widened in absolute shock. He never anticipated witnessing the legendary ultimate technique - the Phoenix Feather Storm of Kael'thas's personal familiar unleashed in all its terrible glory.

At first glance, each blazing feather appeared merely as a flame no larger than a candle's flicker, but when these incandescent projectiles streaked toward the scattered corpses, each cadaver burst into roaring conflagration.

Several corpses already beginning their unholy transformation into undead abominations suddenly lurched upright, shrieking and thrashing in absolute torment.

In an impossibly brief span - perhaps three heartbeats at most - entire bodies were consumed as if thrust into the very furnaces of the forge. Under flames exceeding a thousand degrees, flesh, sinew, and bone alike were effortlessly charred and carbonized beyond recognition.

The entire gruesome process lasted no more than ten seconds. Even massive orc corpses weighing hundreds of pounds were reduced to ash at breathtaking speed, scattered by the fetid winds sweeping across the blood-soaked battlefield.

If Arthas had merely felt irritated before, now he truly experienced the cold grip of existential dread.

The Death Knight represents the absolute pinnacle of malevolent power.

Death Knights possess an arsenal of devastating melee abilities, but beyond corpse manipulation, they excel at wielding plague and shadow magic.

The surrounding corpses vanished in mere moments. For Arthas, this catastrophe not only rendered his corpse-dependent abilities - Raise Dead, Corpse Explosion, and Army of the Dead - completely useless, but more critically, without undead servants there could be no Death Pact sacrifices to regenerate physical damage. This effectively shattered his perfect cycle of power recovery.

Naturally, he could employ Blood Aura to forcibly drain vitality from attack targets to heal his wounds, but Death Knights commanded multiple auras simultaneously, and being forced to limit his tactical options would undoubtedly cripple his combat effectiveness.

"This is impossible!"

The Death Knight remained an utterly enigmatic profession throughout the entire continent.

When the first Death Knight cadre, led by the dreaded Teron Gorefiend, initially appeared, countless human warriors perished without even comprehending what manner of unholy abomination they faced or what devastating abilities it wielded.

Dalaran's greatest mages labored desperately to identify Death Knight attack patterns. This rudimentary intelligence cost them casualties numbering in the thousands.

When the Dark Portal reopened for its second cataclysmic invasion, Death Knight sightings occurred sporadically, but afterward, these unholy warriors vanished entirely from the Eastern Kingdoms.

Research and intelligence gathering on Death Knights ground to a complete halt.

Never could Arthas have imagined that facing Duke would leave him feeling as though all his abilities were laid bare under blazing sunlight for thorough examination and tactical dissection!

"Don't you dare underestimate me!!" Arthas unleashed a devastating Blood Strike, and Frostmourne transformed into a streak of crimson lightning that cleaved diagonally toward Orgrim. The attack's raw power exceeded Orgrim's wildest expectations.

This represented the terrifying might of at least two fully-grown Gronn combined. Orgrim proved utterly incapable of withstanding such force, his massive frame launched through the air like a child's discarded toy.

The cursed runeblade continued its deadly arc toward Rexxar with undiminished momentum.

Rexxar lacked any weapon capable of matching the legendary Frostmourne's supernatural power. As a desperate last resort, he whistled sharply, summoning his faithful porcupine companion Hoffer to intercept the blow.

In his heart, he steeled himself for Hoffer's inevitable sacrifice.

However, reality proved far more brutal. The porcupine was cleaved completely in half instantaneously. Under Arthas's overwhelming power, the blade's momentum actually increased, slashing toward Rexxar at even greater velocity.

"Light preserve us!" Even Thrall, providing ranged support, felt his blood turn to ice.

Just as Rexxar faced certain doom, Mograine flashed forward at the critical instant, interposing his greatsword to block Arthas's devastating strike.

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Mograine's epic-quality greatsword exploded into countless fragments.

Had the Paladin's Divine Shield not activated to preserve his life, the first casualty would have occurred in that very moment.

Rexxar spoke in the halting Common tongue he'd learned from human captors, managing with great difficulty: "My... gratitude!"

This was far from over. Arthas absorbed Grom's crushing blow with his back and suddenly thrust his gauntleted hand skyward.

Death Grip - one of the Death Knight's most feared signature abilities!

Nobody anticipated that Arthas's target would be Kael'thas, who appeared completely secure at eighty yards' distance!

Sensing malevolent power rapidly coalescing around him, Kael'thas's aristocratic features went ashen. He could distinctly feel evil energy forming into a massive spectral claw. Without immediate action, he would inevitably be dragged before Arthas within seconds.

Having a mage yanked into melee range spelled absolute catastrophe.

Initially he attempted Blink, but the spell failed completely.

He tried Ice Barrier for protection, but that too proved useless!

Arthas's overwhelming dark power had somehow completely expelled all three elemental forces - frost, fire, and arcane - from Kael'thas's immediate vicinity!

This represented nothing less than higher-tier mystical energy utterly crushing lower-level magical forces.

The Elf Prince had no conception of what other nightmarish tricks Arthas commanded, and terror soaked the back of his ornate robes with cold perspiration.

At this desperate moment, Duke struck!

Kael'thas was astounded to discover an elven prince identical to himself materializing directly in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the duplicate elf prince was seized by the spectral hand, leaving the genuine article - nearly frightened to death - standing in bewildered shock.

"What sorcery is this!?" Arthas remained completely baffled by these developments.

The elf prince he'd captured detonated!

"BOOM!" The explosion shook the very foundations of the earth.

The fool was obliterated into countless smoking fragments.

Only then did everyone realize he'd actually pulled a mage's Living Bomb directly into his grasp.

Duke clapped the terrified prince on his trembling shoulder and declared with dramatic flair:

"Art - is an explosion!"