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Grommash struggled to lift his head, staring up at the terrifying entity that blotted out the sky. Mannoroth's words were like a poisonous curse, stabbing deep into his proud soul. He opened his mouth to retort, to roar in defiance, but the searing pain from the Holy Light and the rapidly fading demonic energy within him meant he couldn't utter a single syllable.
Only his crimson eyes remained fixed on Mannoroth, burning with humiliation, resentment, and a flicker of something he didn't want to admit—hatred for the demon who gave him power only to push him into the abyss. I truly wish I could take you down with me!
Forgive me, Thrall... I have succumbed to demonic power once again. I am an irredeemable fool.
Mannoroth exhaled two plumes of scorching sulfur smoke from his massive nostrils, seemingly losing all interest in Grommash. The Pit Lord, a moving mountain of rotting flesh and scales, finally locked his gaze on the center of the battlefield—the Forest Demigod, Cenarius, who stood ready, radiating a powerful natural divinity. As for the others, they were beneath his notice.
"It seems I must do this myself, Cenarius..." Mannoroth's voice carried a cruel, mocking tone. "You lucky survivor of ten thousand years ago—I shall take your head personally."
He slowly raised his massive double-headed spear, its tip glowing with a sphere of Fel energy that emitted destructive pulses, shrouding the entire forest in shadow. The atmosphere shifted from tense to suffocating despair.
Rhodes had no doubt that the Infernals summoned by Mannoroth could easily crush his Golems. Realizing they were now useless, he dismissed his remaining units. Cenarius's antlers erupted in an unprecedented emerald glow as the power of nature surged around him like an ancient beast facing its natural predator. Uther gripped his hammer, his Holy Light condensed to its absolute limit. Jaina and Capurnia stood pale, feeling the crushing weight of the Pit Lord's presence.
Without hesitation, Rhodes pulled out a Fire Elemental Summoning Scroll, infused it with Holy Light, and summoned eight Light Elementals. He handed more scrolls to Uther, who summoned twelve more. Twenty radiant Light Elementals now hovered around the group, their brilliance managing to push back the encroaching Fel darkness.
Mannoroth's massive frame tore the earth as he moved. A casual sweep of his thick tail snapped a towering ancient tree like dry grass, crushing several Orc warriors who couldn't dodge in time.
"All of you, fall back! This is not a battle you can interfere in," Cenarius commanded, stepping forward.
Rhodes and Uther exchanged a glance and simultaneously gave the order to attack. "Light Elementals, advance! Purify this evil!"
The twenty elementals streaked across the sky toward Mannoroth, acting as a first wave of expendable fodder.
"Vermin!" Mannoroth sneered at the Light-forged beings. He didn't even use his spear. He simply took a deep breath and unleashed a deep, Fel-infused roar!
"ROAR—!!!"
An invisible wave of Fel energy expanded like a physical tsunami. The brilliance of the twenty Light Elementals flickered like candles in a gale before the pure dark energy. Without even a cry of distress, they were instantly shattered, annihilated into fading particles of light that vanished into the polluted air.
Rhodes's jaw dropped. Are you kidding me? Is Mannoroth really this broken? These Light Elementals were far stronger than Fire Elementals and should have countered Fel energy, yet a mere roar had wiped them out.
"Rhodes, Jaina, stay behind me! Get back!" Uther shouted, his hand tight on the Hammer of the Silver Hand. "This creature is stronger than anything we've ever faced." He felt as if this might be his final stand.
The shockwave from Mannoroth's roar slammed into them. "Light, protect us!" Uther cried, manifesting a massive Holy Light barrier. The Fel wave struck the shield with a screeching sound of friction, causing it to vibrate and dim rapidly. Uther was pushed back, his feet plowing two deep furrows into the ground before he stabilized, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Rhodes immediately cast a Healing spell, its green light mending Uther's internal injuries.
My heart is going to jump out of my chest, Rhodes thought. That was just a casual roar!
"Witness the true power of a Pit Lord, mortals!" Mannoroth laughed, firing a bolt of Fel energy from his spear.
Rhodes countered by summoning his two most powerful units: the Angels. With a flash of dazzling light, two white-winged beings wielding burning Holy Greatswords descended. One carried a standard blade, while the other held the Holy Judgment, the weapon reforged from a God-Slayer artifact.
"Angels, purify this evil!" Rhodes commanded.
At the same time, Cenarius unleashed his power. Massive vines surged from all directions, binding the Pit Lord, while a beam of emerald light struck Mannoroth's chest. The Angel wielding Holy Judgment blurred into a golden streak of light, hacking at Mannoroth's pillar-like back leg. The second Angel followed, aiming for the demon's tail.
CLANG! SHING—!!!
The sounds were deafening. Holy Judgment slammed into Mannoroth's thick scales, erupting in a burst of gold and green light. However, the expected decapitation of the limb didn't happen. The scales only took a small gash, oozing a bit of ink-green Fel blood. The blood hissed as it touched the ground, melting rock and soil into a bubbling Fel swamp.
The second Angel's strike was parried by a deceptively quick swipe of Mannoroth's tail. The bone mace collided with the Holy Greatsword, sending the Angel flying back from the recoil.
"More cursed creations of the Light. I shall destroy you all!" Mannoroth bellowed. He spun his massive body, the spear swinging in a world-ending arc. A sphere of Fel energy at the tip exploded into a concentrated beam of destruction aimed at the Angel carrying Holy Judgment.
The Angel tried to parry, but the force was too great. The Holy Greatsword groaned and dimmed instantly before the beam slammed into the Angel's chest.
"Agh—!" With a piercing cry, the Angel's holy form disintegrated and burned under the Fel corruption. In less than two seconds, it vanished into a burst of light and green flame, leaving only a few charred feathers behind. The second Angel was caught in the gale of the swing and thrown back like a kite with a broken string—only surviving because of its superior defense, but barely hanging on to life.
Holy mother of... he one-shot an Angel! Rhodes frantically fired two Lightning Bolts at Mannoroth, but the bolts were simply dispersed by the demon's passive Fel aura. Mannoroth remained unscathed.
"Your turn, antlered coward!" Mannoroth grinned, the earth cracking beneath his feet. He raised the mountain-sized spear, aiming straight for Cenarius.
Cenarius stood his ground, his hooves sinking into the earth as he gathered natural energy. Ancient trees nearby came to life, their roots and vines wrapping around his arms to form a massive Emerald Shield of living wood. Simultaneously, he unleashed a hail of icy thorns from the sky.
Yet the thorns, which could pierce Orc plate armor, merely pinged off Mannoroth's scales. The few that stuck were instantly incinerated by Fel flames. To the Pit Lord, this was nothing more than a mosquito bite.
Mannoroth's spear slammed down, unleashing a continuous torrent of Fel energy like a high-pressure firehose against the Emerald Shield.
Sizzle—!!
The sound of corrosion filled the air. The tough vines and ancient wood withered, blackened, and crumbled instantly. The light of the Emerald Shield dimmed at a visible rate. The ground beneath Cenarius shattered and sank. The Demigod grit his teeth, pouring all his divinity into the shield, but his body was trembling under the unimaginable pressure.
It was clear to everyone—Cenarius was no match for Mannoroth.