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I play as a beast in World of Warcraft(R18)

Upon being reincarnated as the Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas expressed his reluctance to become the Lich King. Lady Gianna Proudmoore is as wealthy as a nation, and is she my aunt? Is Sylvanas Windrunner my sister? Gianna is still young and lovely! Hmm, the Queen of the Wrynn dynasty is quite attractive! Saving Azeroth is non-existent; only by being surrounded by women can one sustain life. Dragons, high elves, night elves, female trolls, female orcs, female draenei - none will be spared, all are my flesh vessels. Deceiving, manipulating, and pretending to pursue the Lich King: I have never seen such shameless behavior from a paladin, hypocritically deceitful yet pretending to be a righteous savior. Dreadlord: How do you know? Isn't he just a tool in your eyes? Lich King: I saw him bring back my wife's soul and even impregnate her! The Dreadlord looked at the sinister Lich King and said, "Nathrezim, you must stay strong for the Legion!" The Lich King coldly smirked at the Dreadlord monitoring him, saying, "We are all in this together." Dreadlord: ??? What do you mean?! Lich King: Hehe.

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Chapter78 Arcane Impact

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Each Arcane is composed of a rune, which in turn is made up of a fusion of mental power and energy, with each rune carrying a different meaning.

Frost and fire, the two most common elemental powers, are skills that mages must master.

Arthas has always been puzzled by the presence of wind and earth elements when mages cannot cast corresponding magic.

It wasn't until the impact of Arcane that he understood the reason.

This is because wind and earth elements are difficult to control, at least with mortal strength.

These two elements cannot interact with each other, as the enmity between elemental lords is enough to affect the chaotic elements.

Only fire and water elements are relatively easy to control, not to mention that the Fire Elemental Lord hides in the southeast of the Kingdom of Stormwind, resting beneath Blackrock Mountain.

The Water Elemental also hides deep under the sea, concealed within the vast ocean.

Arcane is the purest form of power, and the essence of a mage is Arcane. Commanding elements is something for orc shamans to do; there is a fundamental difference between the two.

Mages purely utilize the power of Arcane to control the elements, while shamans pray to the elements to aid their ancestors.

The power of the Well of Eternity is so pure that even though this is a dream, the surging power briefly made Arthas believe this was the Well of Eternity.

Though not real, the imitation of this atmosphere was successful, allowing him to feel the impact of the atmosphere.

Azshara's gaze gradually turned cold. She waved her hand, instructing her magicians to take over for her.

"Create a magic array and use the power of the Well of Eternity to strike him!"

"Yes, Queen Your Majesty." A Night Elf magician, dressed in exquisite mage robes, gathered colleagues near Arthas and quickly drew a pentagram magic array to channel the Arcane energy to strike Arthas, replacing Azshara in guiding the assault.

Outside the palace, the Night Elves were unaware of what was happening, only sensing the once gentle energy turning violent and surging towards a certain direction.

Even from a distance, the commoners felt a suffocating pressure as the Arcane power pushed the air aside, turning the environment into a vacuum.

In the distance, a figure stood on a faraway peak overlooking the location of the Eternal Palace.

It was the Great Magister Elisande, who had been violated once before. She dared not approach too closely, even though Azshara had transformed into the Naga Queen, losing her Night Elf essence and body.

However, her control over magic remained formidable, enough to make even the Burning Legion wary. Just how powerful was the Queen who even the Burning Legion did not dare underestimate?

Elisande wondered, what if she were in Arthas's position.

Forget about enduring, she would likely be torn to shreds in an instant.

Although she could use time magic to rewind time, would it be of any use?

Absolutely not.

Azshara near the Well of Eternity was too powerful, transcending even the limits of a demigod.

Back in reality, Elisande was confident she could hold her own against Azshara and was not worried about losing.

Azshara was strong, but she was no pushover either.

Without a clear plan and lacking the artifact Eye of Aman'Thul to establish the Well of Eternity and sustain the vast Suramar City, even as a ruler and noble, she lacked such power and would have been obliterated long ago.

High Elves were never easy to deal with; it was the Night Elves who were the common folk, while the nobles, in their self-proclaimed status, always referred to themselves as High Elves!

Feeling a slight pang in her body and a heavy mental burden, Elisande found these challenges manageable.

Even Arthas began to shift his focus, contemplating his next move once he was out.

The immediate priority was to deal with the council members in Silvermoon City; despite the Silvermoon Council's power forcing even the king to temporarily yield, these arrogant councilors remained loyal to the kingdom, fighting to the death against the Scourge without surrendering.

Yes, they were all blown up by the power of the Sunwell, a glorious sacrifice.

Out of habit, Arthas stroked his chin. He felt the need to incite some trouble.

Currently only at level thirty, he still had a way to go before reaching the full level of sixty.

Levels were crucial in any situation, level advancement was always a top priority.

No matter how he broke through, he couldn't instantly reach the rank of a hero.

Every hero emerged from a sea of blood and corpses, essentially built on a pile of lives.

"Silvermoon Council." Arthas squinted his eyes, realizing he needed to have a chat with Onyxia to see if Deathwing had any hidden schemes there.

It would be best to establish a connection with the nobles of Quel'Thalas he needed someone who could fan the flames to create a diversion.

The so-called diversion was about instigating two groups of people to fight each other while he bet on both sides.

Simply wanting to marry Alleria was a very difficult thing. Not to mention Arthas being a human prince, even Admiral Daelin Proudmoore couldn't gain approval.

With the high elves' character of looking down on others, unless there are huge benefits or overpowering strength to subdue them, peaceful negotiations are absolutely impossible.

Arthas pondered carefully in his mind, "Whom shall I seek?" Soon, he found a candidate - Darkan! A high elf traitor!

When the Scourge army was at the gates, promised with great power and status, he betrayed his own kind, causing countless high elves to perish under the Scourge's blade. He was then resurrected as an undead to continue fighting, ironically battling against his hated enemies.

Arthas incited Darkan to escalate the threat posed by the Windrunner family.

By showing apparent favor towards the Windrunner family, he hinted at a potential alliance.

Creating suspicion within the Silvermoon Council against the Windrunner family was enough leaders did not require solid evidence, just a seed of doubt!

Instigating internal strife among the high elves, Arthas aimed to drive out the Windrunner family, allowing himself to then accept them. This move not only fulfilled his mission but also brought Sylvanas, who had not yet become the Banshee Queen, under his command.

He chuckled at the prospect of reaping the rewards of his schemes. Arthas couldn't help but burst into laughter at his own cunning plan!

Despite his usual disdain for such elaborate schemes, finding pleasure in manipulating others' emotions was undeniably satisfying.