Brigitte's heart rippled as she watched Arthas charge forward again after his tactical maneuver, using his shield to block the sea giant's attack, even sending the giant flying! She was unaware that this was Arthas's exclusive tactic: Counter-Storm.
A strategy that retaliates damage at the cost of extreme damage reduction and taking hits, a tactic that grows stronger when facing powerful foes in chaos. Brigitte had seen many brave men, but none had stirred her heart like Arthas did.
Courage is important, looks are important, and status and strength matter even more! The sole prince, the royal highness, an alliance hero—whichever title it is, it adds to the charm that captivates women. Who doesn't like a young and wealthy prince? As for Jaina? She's not even engaged yet; she still has a chance!
Arthas is indeed valiant; with this shield-blocking counterattack tactic, he has already taken down many sea giants. These enemies, with their immense strength, have particularly high attack power. His profession is Protection Paladin, remarkably explosive in damage reduction and self-healing, although he appears weak on the offensive end and needs some time to defeat enemies—a common term for a 'scraper teacher.'
Arthas was quite satisfied with this; the block-and-counter tactic is well-suited for chaos, allowing him to even cause archers to kill themselves with their own damage when blocking arrows! As long as he can survive, there's always a chance for a comeback.
"Ding, reached level 32. Learned Group Resurrection."
"Group Resurrection: Ten seconds casting time, can resurrect all allied units with souls remaining within a three hundred meter diameter, restoring 50% of their maximum health and mana, cooldown of thirty days."
(TN: Blizz needs to nerf this broken skill)
A soul still remaining means a person is dead, but their soul has not yet gone to the Shadowlands, nor has it been taken away or destroyed by fel magic. Similar to Varian being killed on the Broken Shore, where his soul was also obliterated, making it impossible to save.
"For Lordaeron! Kill! Holy Light, hear my call, resurrect, my soldiers, my people!" Arthas pushed to the rear, beginning to cast Group Resurrection, while the noble private soldiers had already begun to collapse. The other nobles who had come along didn't even step onto the battlefield. Our own soldiers had already suffered huge losses; even though the cold arrows shot by the murloc shaman had little power, combined with the Naga's spells and arrows, they still claimed quite a few lives.
Calia looked at her beloved brother in astonishment—was this resurrection magic? It was known that even the high priest couldn't necessarily succeed in casting it; this kind of magic had already surpassed human understanding!
As Arthas invoked it, the sky seemed to reveal a six-winged angel wielding a golden sword and shield. The Holy Light surged over the fallen soldiers and civilians, and those who were originally dead began to stagger to their feet, their eyes still carrying a hint of confusion. But in the next second, they gazed at Arthas with fervent eyes, the prince who had pulled them back from endless darkness.
"Ding, your reputation in Lordaeron is Worshipped."
"Ding, Brigitte's admiration for you is eighty."
"Ding, Marlene's admiration for you is fifty."
"Ding, Calia has developed feelings of worship for you."
"Ding, triggered quest: Sisterly Desire."
"Sisterly Desire: Sister-brother incest is frowned upon, establish your own territory, be your own master, and no one dares to criticize you. Requirement: Establish your own territory. Quest reward: Calia becomes spouse."
"For Lordaeron, kill!" After casting Group Resurrection, Arthas charged forward again with his sword, leveling up twice—having tasted victory, he couldn't control his desire to kill.
Plus, with the quest prompt, getting his sister into bed was just around the corner. With this dual stimulation, he became especially excited. To the soldiers of Lordaeron, the prince was exceptionally handsome!
"Kill!" Brigitte, influenced by the emotions, rushed forward. The resurrected warriors instantly suppressed the Naga and murlocs offensive. Arthas took the lead, only defending with his shield, foregoing attacks, relying solely on defensive counterattacks to eliminate opponents. In the distance, a lithe Naga with snake hair held a bow and arrow, coldly observing everything from a small mountain city.
Several leaders of the Naga tribes stood nervously nearby, seemingly having a natural fear of this Naga. Her snake hair continuously danced, revealing her inner unease. Even transformed into a Naga, her past beauty was still evident.
If Arthas could see her, he would definitely be surprised—wasn't this Vashj? Vashj was Azshara's chief handmaiden; only the most beautiful could serve as the queen's maid, possessing exceptional magical talent.
Only such a favored daughter of the heavens could serve the queen. She shouldn't be here; she should be in the deep sea; how could she appear here to raid a farm?
"Is that the human prince Arthas?" Vashj asked the nearby Grey Scale clan leader.
"Yes, my lady, that is Prince Arthas of Lordaeron." The Grey Scale clan leader had seen Arthas before; her territory was near the Solliden farm, and there had always been a peaceful coexistence with humans. They kept to their own and just got by.
"Attack with all your might; capture him," Vashj commanded, standing still and watching the drama unfold, merely moving her lips—such was the way of the upper-class elves. Even as a Naga, she still acted with such arrogance.
"Yes, my lady." The female leader of the Grey Scale clan felt a deep pain in her heart; this was one of the few remaining fighting forces of her clan! But facing Vashj, she had no power to refuse.
All Naga must obey the queen of Azshara's orders. Those who defy her face death! The entire clan would be eradicated! The battle continued until evening, leaving Arthas drenched in sweat, with his clothes never drying. Finally, the Naga receded like a tide after a whole day of fierce fighting. He was extremely exhausted.
Even with the Holy Light to recover, the mental fatigue remained. Fortunately, with the mage corps and mortar team arriving, along with the help of Goblin bombs and dwarven sharpshooters, the defense line was finally held firm. Combined with the priests' healing from the rear, the casualty situation was significantly reduced.