Arthas stroked his chin, watching the Black Dragons unilaterally slaughtering the Blackrock Orcs. To counter a Dragon's slaughter and fight back, one needed corresponding methods.
At the very least, they needed ranged attacks. If there were Dwarf Riflemen, a few volleys could crack a Dragon's toenails. It would have some effect.
Onyxia neither stopped them nor helped. Instead, she transformed into her humanoid form and summoned a Magic Flying Carpet, sitting on it with Arthas.
The carpet was quite good for short-distance travel; for long journeys, it was better to use other means. Moreover, the carpet required magical maintenance and was not simple to use.
"Die, you beast!" an Orc Overseer roared, leaping toward Nefarian. He held an axe that was covered in nicks but still glinted coldly.
Just looking at the blade, it was hard to imagine how many people it had killed.
Pfft! Nefarian had just turned when the axe split his scales, sending blood splashing. In pain, he swept his tail sideways, knocking the ambushing Orc Overseer away.
Whoosh! The surrounding Trolls threw a large number of Hunting Nets, trapping him in place. These nets were also laced with Neurotoxin. In his pained state, Nefarian was momentarily unable to break free.
The other Black Dragons were also facing encirclement. The fleeing Orc soldiers were reorganized and, together with the Troll Hunters, threw their weapons at the Black Dragons in the sky, shooting them down.
"Hmph, what a waste. To fall for a trick like that!" Sinestra felt she had lost face, especially with Arthas and the two High Elves watching. Her own son was so useless.
"Too arrogant. Regardless of the creature's race, once meeting an enemy, one must go all out. Especially when facing a life-or-death enemy, he shouldn't be so careless." Arthas didn't think much of it.
Arrogance was a common ailment among Dragons. They had dominated this world for too long, with the Dragon Aspects above them, making them almost the pinnacle of combat power in Azeroth. But even so, they still failed time and again.
Sinestra's expression turned a little more solemn. She turned her head, her face with the scar across her right eye looking at Arthas. She had truly underestimated this human prince.
He always said surprising things, and upon careful thought, wasn't this his style of doing things? A lion uses its full might even to catch a rabbit! It seemed she had been too arrogant, and so were all Dragons. This was a fatal weakness!
"Go help him. You're the queen now, after all," Arthas said, drawing his longsword. His eyes revealed his excitement. Was it time to kill again? He could barely contain the excitement in his heart.
Was it a Bloodlust impulse, or a craving for experience? Perhaps both. What he enjoyed was perhaps the pleasure of hacking and slashing—the feel of blade meeting flesh, the spray of blood, and the clash of power.
Swoosh! Onyxia controlled the flying carpet to descend rapidly. When they reached a suitable distance, Arthas activated Charge. Locking onto a target, he shot forward like a rocket-propelled cannonball.
A Troll Hunter, who had just reacted, was preparing to throw his javelin when a longsword pierced through his heart. The sword was then pulled out and, with a piercing whistle, plunged into his head, where it was stirred around a few times.
His head was churned into a paste. Even the strongest Regeneration Ability couldn't restore that.
"Enemy attack!"
"Get him!"
"Intruder, die!"
"Bring it on!" Arthas excitedly raised his shield to block.
This shield was one he had meticulously crafted, capable of withstanding powerful blows. It was made from a mixture of Black Iron Ore, Thorium Ore, and Magic Materials. Besides being sturdy, it was sturdy. Its greatest feature was its unparalleled sturdiness.
Thud! The force of the 100% rebound sent the Orc flying back even faster, knocking down the charging Orc soldiers behind him. Friendly fire!
Many Orcs even had their bones broken and had no time to cry out. An arrow streaked through the sky, as swift as a nimble rabbit, so fast that the eye couldn't follow.
Pfft!
The arrow pierced an eyeball, scrambling the brain. The Orc soldier froze in place. When the soldier behind him bumped into him, a yellowish-white mixture of brain matter slowly oozed from his eye socket. It was an incredibly gruesome death.
Alleria's attack speed was extremely fast. The moment she saw the Orcs, endless rage surged in her heart. Her younger brother, Lirath, had died once because of the Orcs, and tens of thousands of her fellow High Elves had been brutally killed by the Horde. This blood debt had to be settled!
Each time she drew her bow, there was no arrow nocked, but as her fair, jade-like hand released, the bowstring snapped back. A Wind Blade formed from a Magic Arrow shot out from the front of the bow, flying toward the Orcs below with piercing speed.
Alleria hadn't actually received much equipment from Arthas, only this magic bow made using a Titan Facility, a bow that didn't require retrieving arrows. Its excellent handling made her unable to put it down. Therefore, she had no interest at all in the Swamp Lizard Undergarment Arthas had made. She had something better, so why would she be jealous?
Vereesa also drew her bow, continuously attacking the Orcs below while riding on a Black Dragon. Her fingers flew—drawing an arrow, drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, and firing—all in one smooth motion, at a speed that resembled a Gatling gun.
Her long, pointed ears twitched slightly. By listening to the wind, she could discern the direction of incoming arrows and Flying Axes, and she patted the Wyrmling beneath her.
The Wyrmling, surprisingly, obeyed her command and moved to the left, having also sensed the danger. The elf and the Wyrmling coordinated exceptionally well, almost on par with Dragon Cavalry. Even the Night Elves' Unicorn Eagle Riders would weep at the sight; their rapport was simply too perfect.
Sinestra went berserk, continuously swooping low and opening her mouth to spew out large amounts of scorching Dragon Breath. Faced with countless spears and Flying Axes, she flapped her broad wings forcefully.
The surrounding airflow immediately became chaotic as she charged forward. The airflow alone disrupted the whistling Flying Axes and spears, causing them to lose momentum and fall to the ground. Sinestra relentlessly charged on, unleashing her Dragon Breath at full power.