"What!" Both Magni and Muradin were utterly shocked. The princess of Ironforge had secretly married the exiled king of the Dark Iron Dwarves and even had a child with him! This was an absolute disgrace. This was beyond outrageous. It was outrageousness squared!
Dagran Thaurissan also stopped, looking at his wife with love in his eyes. He could lash out at Magni, but he would never have any complaints about his wife.
Arthas also sized up this princess of Ironforge. She had dignified features, much like an ordinary Dwarf—muscular, with a somewhat large nose and thick lips, very suitable for holding a dick in her mouth. And her two breasts were plump, probably because she was still nursing after giving birth. Her appearance wasn't stunning, but she was the type that grows on you, truly grows on you. Looking at her for a long time wouldn't cause any aversion.
"Impossible! Impossible!" Magni roared in fury. Suddenly, rage surged from his heart. He raised his hammer and brought it down hard on the head of the unguarded Dagran Thaurissan.
Although King Thaurissan had already started to defend himself, this furious blow possessed a speed that surpassed a Fury warrior. His head took the full force of the hammer. Under the impact of the massive weapon, the explosive Rage instantly blew his head apart! It was like a watermelon being smashed, with yellowish-white brain matter splattering everywhere.
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded. The Dark Iron Dwarves were stunned; their king had been killed. Muradin was also stunned; his own brother had killed his son-in-law? Moira screamed, almost dropping the child in her arms.
"Dagran! No! Father! What have you done! He didn't force me! We were truly in love, why did you do this! No! I will never forgive you! Never!" Moira shrieked. She had seen her father smash her husband to death so suddenly she didn't even have a chance to react. On one side was her father, on the other, her lover. What could she do?
Arthas's eyelids twitched. There were too many factors at play here. First, there was the hatred between the Dwarven clans. On top of that, the Dark Iron Dwarves had degenerated into minions of the Fire Elemental Lord—that idiotic elemental lord who wanted to destroy the world, making him an irreconcilable enemy of all living creatures. Then there was the fact that his daughter had disappeared, abducted by the Dark Iron Dwarves, only to reappear with a little half-breed! With all these factors combined, especially the Dwarves' fiery tempers and Thaurissan's disrespect towards Magni, it wasn't impossible for him to kill his son-in-law in a fit of rage.
Muradin found Arthas and asked urgently, "Arthas, can you save Thaurissan?"
"Can't be saved. His head's been smashed to bits. He's beyond saving, at least I don't have that ability," Arthas shook his head. What a joke. Resurrection could only revive someone whose body was intact. A corpse without a head couldn't even be turned into a ghoul. There had to be a place to store the soul, right? Reviving him would be a real challenge. Besides, Magni had struck with such hatred that the hammer blow had shattered all his bones. How could he be revived?
This also left Arthas speechless. It seemed the Heroic Tier was no joke. A furious hammer blow like that... if it were him, he would be severely injured, if not dead!
The scene instantly became bizarre. Arthas could only shout loudly, "Thaurissan is dead! Surrender. We will not slaughter you all. We are not here to create bloodshed, but to save you. I was entrusted by Stebben Iron-Plate to lead the Dark Iron Dwarves out of their fate of enslavement. You should all have freedom, not be enslaved by elementals. The Fire Elemental Lord's mission is to destroy our world, which makes him an irreconcilable enemy of all creatures on Azeroth."
"Disputes between Dwarves are an internal matter. When brothers fight, they resolve it themselves, not bring in outsiders to lose face. Ask yourselves, are you happy here? Trapped in the sunless Blackrock Spire, never having seen the outside world, is it worth it? Lay down your weapons! Embrace a better life. I, Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, promise you that I will not kill the innocent. I am here to save you!"
The Dark Iron Dwarves looked at each other, unsure of what to do. What did all this mean? It left them completely bewildered.
"Hmph! Deceiving the masses with bewitching words! You murdered our king and now you want to continue enslaving us? I will never agree!" A pitch-black Dark Iron Dwarf stood out. He had no physical body but floated above the ground. It was a soul!
Arthas drew his longsword and pointed it at him, saying, "Everyone, look! These are your traitors. They sold out the entire Dark Iron Dwarven race in exchange for so-called longevity from the Firelord. Now they are nothing but twisted forms, their bodies destroyed but their souls lingering. They still want to continue enslaving you! Think of your children who died young due to the high temperatures! Think of how many young people were used as sacrifices! Do you want this life to continue? Join me in resisting these traitors, these selfish bastards who have betrayed the interests of the Dwarves!"
"You're talking nonsense! Ah!" The Dark Iron Sage was about to argue but cried out in pain as a Holy Light shield smashed into his face.
Arthas took the lead, using Charge to lock onto one of the seven sages. Physical slashes had no real effect on souls, so he chose to strike with the Holy Light.
Some of the surrounding Dark Iron Dwarves were stirred. Their king was dead, and painful memories had been evoked. They charged at the royal guards, smashing the Fire Elementals beside them to death.
The scene began to spiral out of control. Arthas became entangled with the seven sages. Since blocking couldn't parry spells, his reflect ability was useless. He could only rely on pure Holy Light skills to continuously strike them.
Soon, Jaina and the others joined the battle. Mages were very effective against souls. Perhaps because they were immune to physical damage, they took almost double damage from magic. A single Fireball would cost them nearly twice their health.
The two sides were locked in a chaotic battle. With the help of his beautiful wives, Arthas only needed to defend and use Avenger's Shield to draw aggro. He could even leave the healing to his sister Calia and focus on being a good tank. When husband and wife are of one mind, they can cut through metal.