Among many professions, the warrior's rage is the most special kind of energy.
From a certain perspective, Rage is more like accumulating a mysterious version of adrenaline. The more Rage one has, the greater the increase in attack speed, strength, and agility. The most direct manifestation is that one can perform all kinds of incredible skills that exceed the limits of the human body.
For example, a jump or a leap can allow you to jump more than ten meters, or you can charge while stepping on the air in mid-air with no support and kill the enemy who is suspended in the air more than twenty meters away. Of course, it only takes a moment, and the warrior who cannot fly will eventually fall down.
When all the rage is poured out in an instant, the warrior's destructive power will reach a peak that is unimaginable under normal circumstances.
If the rage limit of an ordinary warrior is 100, then the rage limit of Grom Hellscream, who has entered the hero realm, is 10,000. And in terms of quality, it is also far superior to that of an ordinary warrior.
Before Duke entered the field, Arthas always regarded Grom as the biggest threat. Although Orgrim's attack power was not low, Orgrim was more balanced in offense and defense and did not have the terrible destructive power of Grom.
Now suddenly seeing Grom Hellscream risking his life to use his ultimate skill to attack him, Arthas hurriedly summoned the little dark power he had and tried to place Frostmourne between himself and Grom.
Right at this moment!
The Seven-Colored Jaina suddenly gave up the staff in her hand, and holding a number of intricate and gorgeously decorated staffs, she pounced in front of Arthas, who was in mid-air and had no support, and hit him in the face with the staff.
Others might not understand why a seemingly insignificant blow from a stick could stop Arthas's movements.
Only the most knowledgeable high elf prince, Kael'thas, knew what was going on.
The court cane is a stick that represents the royal majesty. When royal children commit serious mistakes, they cannot be beaten with ordinary sticks as punishment, only a special court cane can be used.
This represents both the majesty of the royal head and the shadow of Arthas's childhood - because he was severely beaten with a court stick when he was a child.
Duke had a sneer on his face. For the time travelers, this was like the ancient "killing stick". Any troublemaker must be beaten with a hundred sticks to kill his arrogance.
And using the killing stick in the image of Jaina, oh - this picture is so beautiful.
One by one, the delicate loli Jaina hit them with sticks with murderous looks on their pretty faces.
Sure enough, Arthas was caught in the crossfire.
Even though the attack wasn't very powerful, he stopped.
It was not until Grom's full-strength axe strike came in front of him with the most powerful force that he seemed to realize it belatedly and continued to raise Frostmourne.
The cold white light mixed with the black light was not dazzling, but it had an evil and weird aura, as if to show the tyranny of the power of death. The disgusting dark magic kept rolling in the air.
Grom's full-strength chop was still a little slower than Duke expected.
Duke couldn't help but frown.
There is no way, this is the inherent limitation of the axe.
As a heavy weapon, the axe is naturally the most powerful one. Unfortunately, its speed cannot be comparable to that of an arrow, nor can it be lighter than a one-handed sword.
It doesn't matter.
Duke has a backup plan.
With a snap of his fingers, Mograine, who had been prepared for a long time, threw a Hammer of Wrath as agreed, and the golden hammer suddenly exploded on the wrist of Arthas' right hand holding Frostmourne. This was not an attack, it was purely to blind the Death Knight's eyes.
The illusory hammer filled with holy light is the biggest distraction to the undead.
"Woo!" Arthas groaned, and his hands slowed down a bit.
"Aaaaaa——"
Accompanied by the earth-shaking roar of Lord Roar, Gorehowl, the legendary axe that killed the Lord of the Abyss Mannoroth in one move in later generations, showed its unparalleled destructive power in front of the world for the first time.
A shrill and extremely sad scream!
Extremely violent and bloody!
The momentum of creating the world!
When the scarlet light from Gorehowl finally intersected with the huge black and white body of Arthas, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted on the entire battlefield.
The Death Knight's inner armor, which could not even be cracked even after being bombarded by ten siege cones for a whole day and night, finally exploded under such a shocking blow!
"Aaaaaa——"
Grom gripped the axe handle tightly, his muscles swelled explosively, and he chopped down the strongest death knight under the Lich King's throne with the axe like a meteor falling to the ground.
Arthas let out a terrifying scream and fell to the ground with a bang.
It was like being hit by the largest artillery shell. For a moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere. Everyone around subconsciously took defensive postures to block the flying debris that was more violent than machine gun fire.
Except for one person...
With a sudden stomping of his feet on the solid ground, a tall figure rushed forward desperately. His momentum was superior to the raging waves, and his powerful steps were more solid than the hooves of a galloping cow hitting the ground.
Almost instantly, Thrall in the back was conquered by Orgrim's bravery and domineering power.
Thrall had no right to take part in a battle of this level, but he tried his best to open his eyes wide and watch how this legendary former warchief fought.
Arthas's momentum dropped significantly, but it was not enough, because the breath of death did not completely dissipate.
In order to seize the opportunity to finish off Arthas, Orgrim ran as fast as he could, absolutely unwilling to give up the chance to kill Arthas.
Although he didn't understand why his third warchief, Ner'zhul, went to the Burning Legion to become the Lich King, but Orgrim was very clear that if Arthas was not dealt with, such a terrifying Scourge would sooner or later bring disaster to the Horde on the same planet Azeroth!
There is no turning back!
Only by killing Arthas first can the Horde have a chance of survival.
Over there, Arthas was very sober. Unless the undead's soul was damaged or shocked, they would never suffer from physiological phenomena such as dizziness due to various blows.
Despite his embarrassment, Arthas was still able to control his body, but Orgrim's frontal charge made him feel a shiver in his spine. Under the warrior's Intercept skill, the 100-meter distance was instantly reduced to zero. In the blink of an eye, the scorching power of Doomhammer was already revealed before his eyes.
Arthas is not afraid.
As long as the hilt of the extremely precious magic sword is still in his hand, he is sure to turn the tables. Facing the hot breath coming towards him, the only thing he can shout out loud is the real name of the magic sword.
"Frostmourne..."
Before Arthas could release the supreme magic of Frostmourne, he suddenly discovered that a Duke appeared in an instant, holding a highly concentrated magic ball shining with five colors, and cut off his right arm in one fell swoop!