Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis

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Earth elementals are a tank-type unit that doesn't cause too much damage to forests, which is indeed suitable, but I can't summon them myself.

"I'm sorry, Professor Cenarius, I can only summon fire elementals, holy light elementals, and earth elementals right now. It may take some time," Rhodes said with a smile.

"Oh, it seems you're not the Rod I know, but that's alright, you'll become like that someday."

"I'll be casting some forest spells in a bit. You learned some of my spells when we first met, so watch carefully," Cenarius said, nodding.

As Cenarius exerted his strength, countless vines sprouted from the ground, instantly entangled hundreds of orcs, tightened their grip on their bodies, and slowly dragged them underground, strangling them to death.

This is the Druid's Entangling Roots skill. When used by an ordinary Druid, it can only control the enemy, but when Cenarius, a demigod, uses it, he can instantly drag hundreds of people into the ground and strangle them.

Although the spells cast by the demigod were ordinary, they were incredibly powerful, causing immense damage to the orcs in an instant.

Meanwhile, Rhodes began conserving his mana, casting Frost Arrows and Ice Lance spells, as he would later use his limited mana to deal with Grommash Hellscream.

The golden men's metallic bodies gleamed in the sunlight as they wielded heavy weapons, each strike accompanied by a metallic roar, deflecting or even breaking the orcs' crude weapons.

The diamond people are even more terrifying—their crystal-clear bodies are almost completely unaffected by the fel fireballs and chains of lightning thrown by orc shamans and warlocks!

The energy shocks that were powerful enough to melt gold and break iron only caused a faint ripple in the diamond man's body before being refracted and dissipated, leaving not even a trace. This was the effect of magic immunity, or rather, it had a slight effect, but they couldn't see it at all.

"Magic immune! They're immune to magic!" an orc shaman screamed in terror as his lightning bolt was completely absorbed by a diamond golem, who then punched a nearby orc warrior so hard that it dented his chest.

This characteristic renders the orcs' ranged support almost ineffective, and the only damage they can deal is from the spears thrown by a few trolls, which is negligible. The gold and diamond orcs, on the other hand, have very strong defensive capabilities.

The red-skinned orcs' proud, ferocious power crashed against the golden formation like waves crashing against rocks; though the impact was terrifying, it could not budge them in the slightest.

The diamond people, on the other hand, were like mammoths charging into a flock of sheep. Every swing of their enormous diamond fists brought a storm of blood and gore. The corruption of fel energy was almost ineffective against them, and the inferior axes of the orc tribe could not even leave a scratch on their incredibly hard surface!

"Damn stone monster!" Grommash Hellscream's roar exploded like thunder, instantly drowning out the clamor of the battlefield.

He witnessed his proud Warsong Clan suffer heavy casualties under the combined attack of those eerie summoned creatures and forest allies, especially those golden giants and crystal giants that ignored magic—a nightmare for shamans and warlocks! (Because of the demon blood, many hidden warlocks have already been exposed.)

A surge of violent rage instantly devoured his last shred of reason, and the veins beneath his dark red skin bulged like lava.

Grommash Hellscream leaped into the air, his weapon Bloodhowl cleaving down a golden golem and leaving Rhodes no time to cast a heal.

This is the first time that the Golden Army has suffered losses on the battlefield. In the past, as long as you didn't kill the Golden Army, Rhodes' magic could save the day.

Seeing this, Rhodes quickly ordered several golden men to retreat. Although they were mass-produced units, they couldn't be wasted. Let Grom Hellscream cut them down.

"Human mage! Your head will belong to Grommash Hellscream!" Grommash Hellscream said, staring fiercely at Rhodes.

He had just seen it clearly: all of these magic-immune monsters were being manipulated by this guy.

However, Rhodes was not Grommash Hellscream's ultimate target. Grommash's goal was crystal clear—to capture the leader first! Once the demigod was killed, the forest's resistance would naturally crumble!

His two targets happened to be standing side by side.

Grommash roared, ignoring the golden and diamond figures blocking his way. Grommash's speed and strength, catalyzed by the demon blood, reached inhuman levels. With incredible agility, he dodged the giant fists of the metal giants. His Bloodhowl Battle Axe, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, forcefully cleaved a bloody path through the air!

A diamond figure blocking the way tried to withstand the attack with its body. Its diamond body, which was immune to most magic, was actually cleaved open by Gorehowl, who was infused with the berserk will and evil power of Hellroar!

Diamond fragments flew everywhere! Although it wasn't cut in two, the terrifying power of the attack caused the diamond man's massive body to stagger backward!

Rhodes saw a red-skinned creature leap up, soaring more than ten meters into the air and lunging at him. Rhodes could even feel the crimson aura of the axe emanating from it.

"By the Holy Light! I will be your opponent."

A golden figure rushed towards Rhodes and Cenarius like a comet!

Uther the Lightbringer! He was enveloped in a condensed, almost tangible holy light, like a golden god of war.

He gripped the Silver Hand warhammer tightly with both hands, and with a will to purify all evil, he smashed it precisely and fiercely into the side of Bloodhowl's axe blade!

clang--! ! ! !

Two legendary figures have truly clashed.

The deafening clang of metal clashing against metal echoed across the battlefield like a death knell! A visible shockwave of gold and green spread out, sending soldiers from both sides flying!

The pure, faith-based power of holy light clashed violently with the demonic energy from the abyss!

In the first round of combat, the two sides were evenly matched. No, to be precise, Uther had the upper hand. Although Gorehowl was very powerful, he was still somewhat inferior to Titan weapons.

Grommash felt an overwhelming, irresistible force, accompanied by intense repulsion and a burning sensation, surge from his battle axe! For the first time, Bloodhowl was forcefully repelled in a pure clash of power! His arm shuddered violently, his hand split open, and dark red blood flowed down the axe handle. He stared incredulously at the golden-skinned old human before him—this tiny "pink-skinned" man had actually blocked his fatal blow!

Uther raised the Silver Hand warhammer high, and once again conjured a giant hammer several meters long.

"Servant of the demon! Your path ends here!" Uther's voice boomed like a bell, and holy light gathered on his warhammer, transforming into a massive pillar of light that slammed down on Grommash's head!

This is the power of holy light's punishment, the judgment of justice!

"Roar!!!" Hellscream went completely mad. Shame and rage made the demonic blood in his body boil. He swung Bloodroar with both hands and met the Holy Light Hammer with the force of splitting the heavens and earth!

Bloodhowl channeled all his life force and mad will! It clashed fiercely with the Titan's weapon, which began to break under the weight, and chips started to appear on the axe blade.

Boom——! ! !

The second collision was even more terrifying than the first! The energies of holy light and fel energy exploded like two miniature suns at the center of the battlefield!

The blinding light temporarily blinded everyone! A violent surge of energy swept through the surroundings, uprooting trees and turning rocks to dust!

Chapter 120 The Desperate Roar of Hell, Fatty Ma Arrives

As the light dimmed, a huge crater appeared in the center of the battlefield.

Uther knelt on one knee at the edge of the pit, his Silver Hand warhammer deeply embedded in the ground to steady himself. His Holy Light armor was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's, and the Holy Light burned stubbornly around him.

Grommash Hellscream, kneeling at the bottom of the pit, had Gorehowl planted in front of him for support. His simple armor was tattered and his dark red skin was covered with charred marks from the Holy Light, especially his chest, which had been subjected to the Holy Light's judgment and was now a bloody mess.

He was breathing heavily, each breath exhaling a hot, sulfurous breath. His bloodshot eyes still held madness, but were now clearly tinged with exhaustion, weakness, and incredulous horror.

His proudest power was actually suppressed?

The two fought so fast that Rhodes didn't even have time to react before casting a few support spells on Uther.

At this moment, Rhodes also realized what was happening and quickly summoned three divine monsters, casting three beneficial spells on Uther.

With jubilation, the blessing of the Holy Spirit, and prayers, three terrifying legion spells were cast upon approximately a thousand friendly troops.

Meanwhile, Rhodes also cast Protective Shield, Stone Skin, and Bloodlust, while simultaneously using Slow, Blind, and Doom on Grommash Hellscream.

These weakening spells will greatly diminish the orc warrior's power. With this shift in power, Hellscream, who was just on par with Uther, has now fallen into a disadvantageous position.

That old orc is a real monster. While Gorehowl is considered a decent weapon among orc clans, it's no match for Titan weapons.

This guy actually managed to hold off Uther with this weapon, but now the situation has reversed.

Blinding the old orc froze him in place, and he took a blow from Uther's hammer. After finally breaking free, the old orc found himself incredibly slow.

And for some reason, although his axe was clearly aimed at the other's neck, it deviated slightly, directly avoiding Uther's vital points.

But Uther's hammer always seems to hit him, and this damned feeling is unbearable. It's a magical force; someone is using magic against him.

In yet another clash, Hellscream's battle axe shattered under the attack of the Titan weapon, and the old orc staggered and fell to the ground.

Grommash Hellscream was extremely unwilling at this moment, believing that the human was able to defeat him because his weapon was inferior to the opponent's.

More importantly, in this sacred final battle, the opponent clearly showed signs of magic and had even used magic to weaken himself.

“Coward, despicable bastard, you don’t dare to fight me head-on, you can only use those filthy spells to deal with me,” Grommash Hellscream said, panting heavily.

It was incredibly frustrating. He hadn't been able to unleash the full power of his Hellscream; this restrictive spell was far too much for him.

Especially since his vision went black just now, and he was frozen in place, taking a direct hit from the opponent's hammer, the old orc suffered great damage.

Upon seeing the chieftain's weapon destroyed, the orc warriors nearby immediately threw their axes to Hellscream. Although they were not as powerful as Gorehowl, they were better than fighting empty-handed.

“I never said I wanted to fight you one-on-one. You villains destroyed our homes and slaughtered our people. I have no reason to talk to you about chivalry,” Uther said with a cold snort.

You're talking to me about fairness? Didn't you use demonic power? What's wrong with me using holy light and Rhodes's support spells?

Grommash Hellscream was about to retort when a thick bolt of lightning struck down, charring the old orc to a crisp.

"Shameless mage, you have interfered with our sacred duel! Paladin, I challenge you to the Mag'gora! A duel of honor, fought with pure force, without magic!" Hellscream roared.

He now wished he could rush up and tear Rhodes to pieces.

"Mak'gora! Mak'gora! Mak'gora! Mak'gora!" The surrounding orc warriors roared incessantly. In orc tradition, this was a battle of absolute honor, and no one dared to refuse. Moreover, no external force other than weapons could be used in this battle; otherwise, the opponent would be declared the loser.

“I have no reason to duel with you,” Uther said with a cold snort.

If you want a duel, then let's have one. I clearly have the upper hand right now, why should I give you a chance?

Uther had no affection for orcs. Once upon a time, when the orc army invaded, they turned the corpses of human paladins into death knights.

These despicable greenskins are ruthless in their tactics; I'm not going to talk to you about morality and chivalry.

"Die, you coward!" Grommash roared again as he charged forward, his heart filled with rage. He was too afraid to accept a duel of honor, which in the eyes of the orcs made him a complete coward. He absolutely could not lose to a coward.

Grommash Hellscream's roar is like the final howl of a wounded beast, filled with humiliated rage and resentment at having his power stripped away.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest and the sluggishness of his body, he squeezed out the last bit of life force enhanced by the demon blood, gripped a heavy battle axe thrown by an ordinary orc warrior, and hurled it at Uther with all his might!

It looked incredibly tragic; this was an attack launched by the old orc, a desperate strike, a fight to the death.

This throw, imbued with all his rage and despair, was still incredibly fast; the battle axe tore through the air with a piercing shriek! Its target was Uther's head!

however--

"Buzz!"

A thin, yet incredibly strong, green light shield instantly appeared in front of Uther!

It was Rhodes's protective shield! The battle axe slammed into the light shield, unleashing blinding sparks and energy ripples. The light shield flickered violently and even caved inward, but ultimately stubbornly withstood this desperate blow!

The ordinary battle axe fell to the ground with a thud.

Grommash's madness froze instantly, replaced by a utter, abyssal despair. Even this final counterattack... was blocked by that damned spell!

Meanwhile, Rhodes, seizing the opportunity, unleashed his Thunderbolt once more, the terrifying power of lightning striking the old orc.

Actually, I'm a despicable person. Although winning against Grom Hellscream in this way is dishonorable, Rhodes doesn't care.

There's no way around it; this old orc's one-on-one fighting ability is too strong. If we let him fight one-on-one, Uther might end up dying in the process, or at best, he'd be seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.

"Great Holy Light, judge evil!" Uther raised the Silver Hand warhammer high, and dazzling holy light gathered at the hammerhead. He would no longer give this orc, twisted by demons and with blood on his hands, any chance!

Whether it was the so-called "Mak'gorah" or a desperate counterattack, in Uther's eyes it was just the enemy's dying struggle, not worth responding to, much less risking his knightly honor.

His duty is to purify evil and end threats, not to satisfy a demon servant's twisted obsession with "glory".

The old orc also collapsed to the ground, too weak to fight any longer; he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Just as the Holy Light Judgment, imbued with destructive power, was about to descend and reduce Grommash to ashes—