"Die! We are the true Warchiefs of the Horde! Argh!" Maim was already on the verge of madness.
He had gone from being a son of the Warchief to a mere clan chieftain. Their dissatisfaction with Orgrim erupted completely at this moment. Hearing Arthas's intention to enslave them, he would absolutely never accept a fate of servitude!
"Hammer of Justice!"
"Avenger's Shield!"
Arthas threw every skill he had, once again activating the now off-cooldown Guardian of Ancient Kings, and charged forward, ready to trade his life for his opponent's.
Splurch! Maim's axe struck Arthas's shoulder, cutting deep enough to reveal bone. At the same time, Arthas's longsword pierced through his eye, directly puncturing his brain. The sword's momentum didn't cease as it broke through the back of his skull.
Pulling out the bloody, brain-splattered longsword, Arthas used the Holy Light to heal his body's injuries and furiously chopped off Maim's head. A warm light descended from the sky. The moment he leveled up, all his pain vanished, and his injuries were instantly healed.
He opened his panel and took a look.
"Arthas: Race: Human. Age: Fourteen. Level: 42.
Attributes: Strength: (100) 520, Agility: (50) 470, Intellect: (80) 500, Mastery: (100) 520, Versatility: (100) 520, Critical Strike: 65% (against same-level opponents, increases/decreases by 1% for each level difference), Critical Damage: 250%. Block: 100%.
Class: Paladin (Protection), Warrior (Fury), Mage (Arcane).
Spouses: Onyxia (Black Dragon Queen), Priscilla Ashvane, Taria (Queen Mother of Stormwind), Alleria Windrunner. Offspring: None."
"Who else is not convinced! Step forward!" Arthas held Maim's head high. His bloodthirsty appearance made the already exhausted Orc soldiers tremble in fear.
"The Burning Blade Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan have already submitted to me. Draenor has been destroyed, and you must repay the blood debt you have incurred in this world.
I will mercifully grant you the right to live, but you must submit to me! Kneel! Swear fealty to your king! Kneel!" Arthas roared, using Arcane energy to broadcast his voice.
Whoosh! A fragrant breeze drifted by as Onyxia appeared behind Arthas, her voice carrying an icy chill. "Kneel!"
Clang! An Orc soldier dropped his weapon and began to kneel. After Arthas had successively killed two of Blackhand's sons, the Black Tooth Grin Clan and the Blackrock Clan had lost their will to fight. With their strongest chieftains dead, what was there left to fight for?
Where one surrendered, a second would follow. The sentiment was contagious, and the remaining Orcs began to kneel, expressing their submission.
In a clan that revered strength, in the world of Orcs, this was not a disgrace but a form of honor. As long as one was strong enough to kill the previous chieftain, the victor could become the new one.
Seeing the Orc soldiers surrender, a local Troll gritted his teeth and roared, "Human, don't even think about enslaving the Burning Thorn Clan!"
Arthas looked at the Troll Voodoo doctor before him with a superior expression. "I am a prince, the future king. Under my command, besides humans, there are Gnolls, Naga, Murlocs, and Orcs. I am not lacking Trolls.
The Trolls have fallen into decline. Join me, and you can restore the glory of the Trolls, becoming a hero to the other Trolls. Will you let the Burning Thorn Clan be destroyed for your laughable pride, or will you find a new path to the Trolls' revival? I'll let you decide."
"Defeat me! And I will serve you as my master and lead the Burning Thorn Clan to your side!" The Voodoo doctor, Thieman, picked up his spear. Although Voodoo doctors were spellcasters, the Trolls, like the Orcs, were a race where every member was a soldier, possessing incredible resilience.
Arthas raised his index finger and wagged it, a scornful expression on his face. "Not join, but submit. Acknowledge me as your master!"
"Fine! If you lose, you will be my slave!" Thieman was no fool; he wouldn't accept a one-sided bet.
"Heh, very good. You have spirit." Arthas's injuries had already fully recovered; the previous bone-deep wound was completely gone.
The Paladin's powerful healing ability was practically a hard counter, an incredibly potent ability, even more exaggerated than that of the Trolls. It would take a Troll days or even a month to recover, but he had recovered in less than an hour—no, how many minutes had it been?
He took out a compressed ration and ate it to recover some stamina, preventing his stomach from growling with hunger.
As soon as Thieman entered the field, he cast a Voodoo spell on Arthas. It was a primitive curse, its meaning unclear, but it had unusual debuffing effects.
Hum! A white light flashed as Arthas cast Cleanse on himself, removing the negative slowing and fatigue curses. He then locked onto Thieman and charged, this time sending him flying with a direct kick.
Thieman was merely a level-fifty Voodoo doctor, and he was already injured. As Arthas pummeled the Voodoo doctor with his fists, he sneered, "Don't say I'm bullying you. I'm not even using a weapon."
Thump, thump, thump! Each punch landed solidly. Arthas pinned Thieman down and rained blows upon his eye sockets. His eye sockets were crushed, his nose was broken, and he even lost several teeth.
Punch after punch, a continuous, unrelenting assault. Each blow caused Thieman immense pain. Even with the Trolls' powerful Regeneration Ability, the pain was too great for him to fight back.
After five minutes of a continuous beating, this most prestigious Voodoo doctor couldn't help but surrender.
"Stop hitting me! Stop! I surrender, Master, I surrender!"
Swoosh! Holy Light washed over Thieman like water, helping him recover from his injuries.
At this moment, Thieman was astonished by Arthas's gift. He knelt on the ground with all his heart, pressing his head to the floor. "Thank you, Master. I am willing to submit to you."
Seeing that even their most prestigious Voodoo doctor had submitted, the other Burning Thorn Trolls also bowed their heads to Arthas in submission. As for their chieftain? He had already been turned to ash in the wave of fire earlier!
Arthas selected two Orcs to manage the Blackrock Clan and had Thieman manage the Burning Thorn Clan. He then entered Blackrock Spire with Onyxia to discuss some matters, as well as have a good talk with his big brother-in-law.