Chapter 80 Orc and Troll

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Orgrim's eyes suddenly began to shimmer, revealing his lack of high-end power.

There are too many heroes in the Alliance, so even though orcs have the upper hand, the advantage is not significant.

In addition, humans have Priests with healing abilities, enhancing their combat endurance.

Orcs suffer casualties without much reinforcement.

"Do we need to destroy the high elves? We don't have much time; dealing with the Alliance is the top priority.

"But if it's just attacking a city, we can still cooperate." Orgrim had witnessed the combat prowess of the Trolls their spear throwing was precise, they were skilled warriors, and their regeneration ability was incredibly strong. Even if an arm was severed, with ample food, it could regrow within days, a truly miraculous trait.

As warrior, they made excellent cannon fodder!

Yes, cannon fodder!

Orgrim had no faith in any race other than orcs; even among orcs, there was internal division with various clans, making trust scarce.

If he hadn't subdued the other clans through personal strength, the disunited orcs would likely have been systematically wiped out by the Alliance!

"Then let's take down Quel'Thalas!"

Zulkin was unwavering, ready to make a big move!

At that moment, orcs and Trolls formally established an alliance, at least for the time being.

Guided by the Trolls, Orgrim left some troops to engage the Alliance forces while he led others north to eliminate the high elves first, then turn around to ambush Lordaeron from behind.

Appear in unexpected places and annihilate human cities in one stroke!

Back in the Nightmare world, Arthas was contemplating his plan when he heard the system's notification sound.

"Ding, task complete, acquired Arcane Constitution."

"Arcane Constitution: Your body is highly compatible with Arcane energy, increasing teleportation speed by 50%, reducing Arcane damage taken by 50%, decreasing mana consumption for Arcane spells by 50%, and increasing the power of Arcane spells by 50%. When creating Arcane items, there is a 50% chance the materials will reduce consumption by 50%."

One of the most famous Arcane items is the Hearthstone, allowing quick teleportation back to previously bound inns.

There are also various Arcane constructs, similar to robots, serving as guards or laborers and highly sought after in construction.

Arthas was unaware that this Arcane constitution was a dream physique desired by mages; just the reduction in Arcane damage alone was enough to make most warriors envious, a substantial decrease in damage!

Boom!

After completing the task, Arthas unleashed a powerful holy light, forcefully overpowering the Arcane surge.

Many casting magicians spat out blood, the backlash of Arcane causing them to be on the brink of death!

Reproach (Passive) (Advanced): Every three seconds, launch an attack that interrupts the enemy's casting, causing the interrupted enemy to suffer 100% backlash damage from the attack and be silenced for ten seconds.

This move made the stronger the enemy, the stronger the counterattack, a formidable weapon for one-on-one combat, making it a mere child's play to deal with these magicians.

Boom!

The next moment, Arthas stood before Sarvis, grabbing his

The name above Sarvis's head was too conspicuous Arthas didn't need to ask to identify him.

"It's over, King of Nightmare, please give N'Zoth a message. His Nordrassil is a public place in the eyes of others. You can come in when you want, leave when you want, shit on his head, and have to talk to him. I need paper to wipe my butt!"

"Cough! "

Sarvis was horrified to find that he couldn't resist. This was the Nightmare world! He was the King of Nightmare, the King of Nightmare!

Azshara watched with interest as his former subordinate was picked up by the neck, as if watching a show.

She was eager for someone to trouble N'Zoth, so she could benefit from it!

But the next moment, her expression changed, even becoming ferociously resentful, her eyes staring at Arthas, even wanting to kill him.

Arthas then pinched her breast and teased her nipple, "Not bad, very firm. I wonder if I'm the first one to play with these treasures? Azshara, I advise you not to meddle in others' affairs."

"Impudent!" The furious storm made the Well of Eternity boil, and the Arcane energy had almost become substantial.

Pure energy didn't need any spells to be cast, using this power alone could kill any enemy.

When the energy purity reached this level, like the ocean, all spells became ineffective.

Arthas remained unmoved, realizing that this was also a dream, his own dream.

Since it was his own dream, naturally, he could have whatever he wanted. Even Azshara didn't realize this, otherwise her attack wouldn't have been so feeble.

"Ding, detection of the power of the ancient gods. Please maintain suppression of Sarvis to absorb the power of the ancient gods.Time progress: 60 minutes/0 minutes."

Another task, well, as expected, Arthas was right. Finding the King of Nightmare meant that everything could be resolved. Dreams also have their origins, and the brain is the source of dreams.

Seeing that her power had no effect on Arthas, Azshara looked at him with resentment, "Mortal, you have no idea what fate you will have to endure! You will regret it!"

Arthas continued to firmly hold the King of Nightmare, Sarvis, who had been exposed and transformed into a satyr, his eyes gradually turning white, indicating that he was being drained.

Staring at the furious and still stunningly beautiful light in front of him, he reached out and touched her delicate cheek, "Played by Sargeras, betrayed by your people, Well of Eternity exploded, rejected by the world, have you ever regretted?"

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Azshara found herself immobilized, which was almost impossible! In reality, she could crush Arthas with just her toes, without even using her hands.

But in the dream, she had no reaction.

"You don't regret it. You know that everything you've done is what you believed to be right." Arthas smiled, with a hint of heroism in his tone, "Soon you will realize that N'Zoth is nothing, and Sargeras is just a fool who has been deceived."