As a portal formed, Mother Shahraz immediately stepped through it and fled, not wanting any interaction with this bane, at least not now.
The illusionist Jandice teleported over after completing her mission; her illusion magic had successfully deceived the undead.
With Mannoroth's death, the remaining undead lost control and began to rampage.
Seizing the last moment, Arthas upgraded Group Teleportation by two levels, then cast the spell to anchor it.
"This is!"
Jaina was utterly surprised; this looked like arcane magic?
The next second, everyone was teleported back to Windrunner Port, exactly the right number, and some remaining high elf refugees also teleported with them.
The Avatar effect disappeared, and Arthas returned to his normal state.
"Falric, Marwyn, you two are responsible for preparing the boarding arrangements as quickly as possible to return to Lordaeron."
"Yes, Prince Arthas."
Kael'thas walked over and bowed respectfully to him; this elf prince had finally bent his spine and conceded defeat from his heart.
"Prince Arthas, thank you for your help. We will stay here. I will issue the documents and explain everything to everyone."
"Thank you for the Alliance's support, and thank you for your support. Sin'dorei stands with the Alliance!"
The days ahead, staying in Silvermoon Woods, would certainly be very difficult, lacking water, food, and medical supplies.
All of this could be overcome, but the escalating arcane addiction was the most fatal!
"You're welcome. If you have any needs, just tell me, and my territory will provide trade support."
"Apologies, I'm a bit tired. Please excuse me."
Arthas was eager to see his rewards and truly didn't want to chatter with him.
Before leaving, he glanced at the quest objective: Liadrin sat by the bonfire, looking as if her faith had shattered.
It's good she's not dead; if she were, the quest wouldn't be completed.
Even now, Jaina still felt as if it were a dream. Had her beloved just cast a teleportation spell?
And teleported so many people here at once?
Only those who had learned teleportation knew how extremely dangerous it was to teleport even a single person.
Teleporting thousands of people at once was beyond what an ordinary Archmage could do; perhaps even a Guardian couldn't do it?
The main thing was that it didn't take long, with no lengthy casting or spatial calibration.
It was hard to imagine that he was just learning teleportation magic from her a few days ago, and now he had mastered it. Was he a genius?
How could a paladin possibly know teleportation magic?
It felt like her faith was crumbling; it was truly hard to accept. Holy Light Spell and arcane were completely different things, weren't they?
But what did it matter?
Her beloved was a genius, and that was a good thing!
In contrast, Sylvanas, who shared the same undead memories with Arthas, was much calmer.
Those undead memories would probably never come true, right?
Back in the camp, he closed his eyes, his muscles aching all over, every movement excruciatingly painful.
The curse he had been afflicted with was still active, needing at least half a day to subside. Every second was torture, equivalent to losing 50 health per second.
The Pit Lord's strongest ultimate skill truly lived up to its reputation. If not for the Avatar state nullifying negative effects, he wouldn't even have the ability to cast teleportation at this moment.
At that time, he would have been engulfed in the raging undead ocean.
In his backpack, a massive Pit Lord carcass lay quietly. Its flesh and bones were all top-grade magical materials, just like how a dragon's entire body was a treasure.
Arthas' main focus was still on the three newly acquired max-level basic skills; the longed-for Cleaving Attack was finally his!
Bash, Critical Strike, plus Cleaving Attack, the rogue's essential trio was finally complete!
Level 10 Cleaving Attack: Deals the same damage to enemies within a 10-meter radius of the target, ignoring damage reduction.
A god-tier skill for clearing mobs!
On the battlefield, one swing of the sword would take down a large group!
Level 10 War Stomp: Consumes 500 Mana, reduces all enemies within a 20-meter radius by 50% Attack Power, Attack Speed, and Movement Speed, lasting for ten minutes.
Another god-tier skill!
A small-range soft crowd control that can reduce the enemy's overall combat power. It's very useful in Legion battles, though the mana cost is a bit high.
If used in a one-on-one fight, it would be even more divine!
A confident attack that would surely kill the opponent suddenly failed!
This is truly satisfying!
Level 10 Rain of Fire: Consumes 500 Mana, releases Rain of Fire within a 200-meter radius, dealing 10 times Intelligence damage. The target is then continuously burned for 10 seconds, taking Intelligence damage per second.
Another god-tier skill for clearing troops. The damage scales with Intelligence; the higher the attribute, the higher the damage.
As expected of a Pit Lord, these basic skills are terrifying.
Able to fight and tank, clear troops, and control. No wonder he could become a high-ranking commander; his personal combat power is truly not to be underestimated!
Unfortunately, he encountered two rogue skills.
Bash to stun, Critical Strike for critical hits with every strike. Even a Titan would say, "It hurts, it hurts so much!"
Almost every minute, Arthas had to cast Holy Light Spell on himself to raise his health.
Losing 50 damage per second, lasting 12 hours, no wonder no one could endure it.
The reason it was fifty was that it was deducted by percentage; this damned curse was just bizarre!
Outside, it was bustling, with shouts of battle occasionally heard.
Fortunately, there weren't many undead nearby; most had already moved south, a small portion was near Silvermoon City, and only a very small number roamed Silvermoon Woods.
After a brief rest, Arthas found an accompanying priest to perform continuous prayer healing on him. Although it couldn't alleviate the pain, at least he wouldn't have to nervously monitor his health.
However, this female priest was not very old and looked somewhat familiar, her eyes filled with fanaticism and adoration as she looked at him.
He didn't pay too much attention to these details; wasn't it normal for people to admire him?
Stepping out of the tent, there were still many returning ships outside. They had previously transported a batch of high elf refugees back to the territory.
Sylvanas, meanwhile, was selecting people. If she was to marry into Lordaeron, then these guards would be her 'dowry'.
The Windrunner family was also a noble house among the high elves, and not a few were willing to follow her.
Now that the kingdom was shattered, a large number of elves still followed Kael'thas, believing that Quel'Thalas would one day be restored. They were also unwilling to leave their homeland, as their future might not be bright.
At least by staying with the prince, they had a backbone and would not fall into confusion and despair.
"Jaina, what's wrong with Liadrin? She looks like someone in her family died, like her faith is shattered."
Arthas found his childhood sweetheart and poked her soft waist.
Jaina's emotions were a bit turbulent, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes, almost bursting into laughter during her meditation.
"Her adoptive father was killed by the undead while protecting the camp, and she couldn't save him with Holy Light Spell. Many others couldn't be saved either. She believes that the Holy Light Spell has abandoned the high elves, and now she can't even perform simple healing."
Another tragedy of shattered faith. The undead Scourge has caused so much harm!