Chapter 104: Group Resurrection
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Bridget's heart was stirred as she watched Arthascure charge forward again, using his shield to block the Sea Giant's attacks and even sending the Sea Giant flying!
She was unaware that this was Arthas's exclusive tactic, the Counterattack Storm.
A tactic that traded extreme damage reduction and taking hits for the ability to rebound damage, a tactic that thrived in chaotic battles.
Brave men were not uncommon in Bridget's experience, but none had stirred her innermost feelings like Arthas. Courage was important, appearance was important, but status and power were even more crucial!
As the heir to the throne, His Royal Highness Prince, an Alliance hero, any one of these traits was enough to captivate a woman's heart. Who wouldn't be fond of a young, wealthy His Royal Highness Prince?
As for Gianna?
Without even being engaged, she still had a chance!
Arthas was indeed valiant, relying on his shield to block and counterattack, he had already taken down many Sea Giants, formidable enemies with exceptionally high attack power.
His profession was Protection Specialization Paladin, excelling in damage reduction and self-recovery, but appearing weak on the offensive, needing time to defeat enemies, akin to a scraping master.
Arthas was already satisfied with this, as blocking and counterattacking suited chaotic battles well. Even blocking incoming arrows could cause the archers to perish from their own damage! Only by surviving could one talk about output.
"Ding, reached level 32. Learned Group Resurrection."
"Group Resurrection: Casting time of ten seconds, can resurrect all fallen allied units within a three-thousand-meter radius on the battlefield with remaining souls. Restores 50% of maximum health and mana, cooldown of thirty days."
If the soul was still present, it meant the person had died, and the soul had not yet departed to the Shadow Realm, not taken away or destroyed by fel magic. Similar to Varian being killed on the Broken Shore, where his soul was annihilated along with him, beyond saving.
"For Lordaeron! Attack! Holy light, heed my call, rise again, my soldiers, my people!" Arthas pushed back, initiating the Group Resurrection. The noble guards were already on the verge of collapse, and other nobles who had come to the battlefield hadn't even entered the fray.
Meanwhile, their soldiers had suffered significant losses. Facing the enemy's attacks, even though the ice arrows from the murloc sacrifices were weak, combined with Naga spells and arrows, they still claimed many lives.
Calia watched in astonishment as her beloved, her younger brother, unleashed this resurrection spell. Even the Archbishop might not have been successful in casting such a spell; it seemed to transcend human understanding!
Guided by Arthas, the sky seemed to reveal a six-winged angel, wielding a radiant sword and shield.
The holy light emerged on the fallen soldiers and civilians, who began to staggeringly rise again, their eyes still carrying a hint of confusion.
But the next moment, they looked at Arthas with fervent eyes, the His Royal Highness Prince who had pulled them back from endless darkness.
"Ding, your reputation in Lordaeron is revered."
"Ding, Bridget's Favorability towards you is eighty."
"Ding, Marlan's Favorability towards you is fifty."
"Ding, Calia feels admiration towards you."
"Ding, trigger the task, both sister and wife."
"Task: Both sister and wife: Incest between siblings is frowned upon by society. Establish your own territory, make your own decisions, and no one will dare to criticize you. Requirement: Establish your own territory."
Quest reward: Calia becomes Spouses."
"For Lordaeron, attack!" After releasing Group Resurrection, Arthas charged forward once again, leveling up twice in one go, feeling a taste of victory that made it hard to control his desire for slaughter.
Coupled with the quest prompt, it wouldn't be long before he had his elder sister in bed.
Under this dual stimulation, he became particularly excited.
To the soldiers of Lordaeron, His Royal Highness Prince was explosively handsome!
"Attack!" Bridget, too, influenced by the emotions, charged forward.
The resurrected soldiers immediately suppressed the Naga and murlocs' assault. Arthas led the charge, solely focusing on defense with his shield, countering without attacking, causing the opponents to perish from their own blows.
In the distance, a graceful Naga with snake-like hair stood on a small hill, coldly observing the scene.
Several chieftains of the Naga tribes stood by, showing a natural fear towards this Naga.
The writhing mass of snake-like hair on her head constantly swayed, revealing her inner turmoil.
Even as a Naga, her former beauty was still evident.
If Arthas could see her, he would surely be surprised. Isn't that Vashj?
Vashj was the chief handmaiden of Azshara, and only the most beautiful and magically gifted women could serve as Queen's handmaidens.
She shouldn't be here she should be in the deep sea. How could she appear here and launch a raid on a farm?
"Is that Arthas?" Vashj inquired of the nearby chieftain of the Greyscale Naga clan.
"Yes, my lady, that is Prince Arthas of Lordaeron." The chieftain had seen Arthas before; her territory was in the sea near Solorian Farm, and they had always coexisted peacefully with humans.
"Full attack, capture him," Vashj ordered, standing still and watching the spectacle. This was the arrogance of the upper-class elves, even as a Naga.
"Understood, my lady," the female chieftain of the Greyscale Naga clan felt a pang in her heart. This was one of the few fighting forces her clan had!
But in the face of Vashj, she had no right to refuse.
All Naga must obey the orders of Queen Azshara.
Disobedience meant death!
The battle lasted until dusk, and Arthas was exhausted, drenched in sweat with no dry clothes on his body.
The Naga finally receded like a tide after a day of fierce fighting, leaving him very tired.
Even with the ability of the holy light to restore, the mental fatigue still lingered.
Fortunately, with the arrival of the mage group and mortar teams, along with the use of Goblin bombs and the help of dwarf marksmen, the front line was held.
Combined with the healing of the priests in the rear, the casualties were greatly reduced.