On a distant mountain, a female dwarf with silver-white hair in a bun covered her head with a headache. "History seems to have deviated. How is this possible? What went wrong? Oh, why did Arthas appear here? Oh my God, he even launched a charge! Don't die here! My vacation! Woohoo!"
It was obvious that a bronze dragon who was supposed to be on vacation was conscripted and thrown here to deal with this matter. According to the timeline, Arthas should not have appeared in the Alliance army at this time, and should still be playing hide-and-seek with Varian.
Arthas was indeed in the charge, and he charged with his teacher Uther. Uther in this timeline was not famous, at least he became famous after the Second War. The only far-fetched reason that could be found was that Uther was loyal and would not rebel, and as a disciple of Archbishop Alonsos, he was considered to be a respectable person. Alonsos was not chosen, probably because Terenas was concerned that religious rights would override royal power.
"Avenger's Shield!" Whoosh! Arthas used the Holy Light to throw out a shield, which just happened to knock down an orc who was about to finish off the fallen soldier.
"Hammer of Judgment!" A beam of holy light struck down, and the furious orc immediately fell into a dizzy state, standing there stupidly. Arthas quickly drew his sword and slashed at his throat, severing the aorta. The blood bar on the orc's head quickly drained away, and when he woke up, he could only hold his neck in pain and fell down unwillingly.
"Your Highness, be careful." Captain Farrow and his guards protected Arthas in the middle and faithfully carried out his orders.
"Don't worry about me, three-on-three coordination. I'm a paladin, I can protect myself, come up, I'll heal you!" Arthas raised his hand, threw out a Holy Order of Glory, and pulled the injured soldier up. The deep wounds that could be seen to the bone instantly improved. This exaggerated healing effect even made the priests behind him a little amazed. The Holy Light is powerful, but it can't be so exaggerated, right?
Considering that Arthas was suddenly blessed by the Holy Light at the banquet, the priests could no longer be jealous. Perhaps this was the prince! Only Onyxia's eyes flickered a few times. No one knew what she was thinking.
"Don't be so arrogant!" Uther was indeed the most upright Paladin. Facing Grom Hellscream, who had already killed more than a dozen cavalrymen and could even kill a demigod, he went up to him without any hesitation. The holy light that burst out from his body was so strong that it was blinding, and he fought fiercely with the opponent with the hammer in his hand.
If it were an ordinary knight, his knuckles would have been broken and bleeding, but Uther just paused for a moment, the holy light protected him and continued to heal him.
This is the abnormality of the Paladin, who can heal himself while using holy light to attack. He is not inferior to the warrior in defense, but can be self-sufficient in healing, and his means of grinding people to death are first-class!
"Great, finally a decent opponent!"
Grom took the axe and chopped at Uther fiercely, and the two legendary figures started fighting.
There are flying sand and rocks within five meters around. Once someone gets close, no matter if it is a human or an orc, they will be affected. At best, they will be seriously injured, and at worst, they will be killed on the spot!
Arthas was already going crazy on the other side.
He would get 5% experience points for each orc he killed.
With each level up, he would gain 10 points of strength, stamina, haste, agility, mastery, and blocking.
Strength can increase health and attack power, stamina can increase defense and health, haste can reduce the CD of certain skills with a cooldown, and agility can increase movement speed and attack speed.
Mastery reduces damage taken, reduces block damage, increases attack damage, increases healing, etc.
These are very popular and somewhat average attributes.
Watching the experience bar rising, Arthas's movements became more and more crazy, and he often asked the guards to surround him in a three-by-three system.
One person defends, one person is responsible for containment, and another person is responsible for attacking.
This kind of cooperation often allows the orcs to be killed without a fight back, and he will finish off the orcs with a sharp sword, breaking their throats and attacking places like their eyes and throats.
Soon Arthas's armor was stained with blood, and he looked extremely excited. From time to time, a ray of light spread from his body. He raised his sword high, and holy light fell one after another, healing the injured soldiers and pulling them back to the front line. His treatment was calculated based on percentages, 20% of the health at a time, which was sometimes more exaggerated than the healing skills of a priest.
"For the alliance, for victory, kill!"
Arthas entered a frenzy, and after killing the first orc, he felt sick when he saw the blood gushing out. But soon, he overcame himself. He couldn't vomit or lose face. He wanted to build up his power and increase his popularity, so he forced himself to keep killing. As long as he killed more, there would be no more trouble!
Onyxia followed behind him, occasionally using fireball to burn the orcs to ashes. Her fireball was more powerful than that of ordinary mages. In addition, she was Arthas's follower, which only made people slightly look at her. After all, it was common sense that the royal followers were powerful. Looking at Arthas, whose momentum was rising, she became more and more curious about this little prince. How many secrets did this boy have?
"Ding, upgraded to level two."
"Ding, upgraded to level three."
Arthas's killing caught the orcs' attention. Such an efficient slaughter tactic was like mowing the grass. Orgrim said to Gul'dan, "Put your death knights in line! Kill that prince!"
"As you wish, Great Chief." Gul'dan dared not disobey. He had to gain Orgrim's trust to fight for some freedom of movement.
His goal was clear.
He wanted to gain strength from the beginning to the end, not to follow the damn tribe to seize land.
To gain strength, he had to go out to sea to find the tomb of Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion.
To find the tomb of Sargeras, he needed a ship that could sail.
The critical moment had come, and he didn't want to give up.
With the appearance of the Death Knight, the air around him seemed to become as cold as ice, and even the soldiers of the Alliance couldn't help but shudder.
These were not the Death Knights created by the Lich King.
They were essentially the undead whose orc souls were stuffed into the bodies of human knights and forcibly bound and pulled up.
They were not as powerful as the later Death Knights, and could even be said to be a weakened version.