Arthas conjured a Holy Light Rune, and then a Runes of the Dead:
"Actually, these Runes correspond to each other."
Arthas fused the two Runes together.
Perfectly fitted.
This!
As expected of Arthas, he was a rare genius, but even more so, a relentless fanatic.
Robbie underestimated Arthas's responsibility to Lordaeron, and even more seriously underestimated his determination to pursue power.
In fact, Arthas had been racking his brains these days studying the thirty-six Holy Light Runes, especially the three complete Holy Light Runes. He was trying to change the shape of the Runes and remove the defect of being biased towards Holy Light creatures.
Robbie initially found it amusing; the seemingly small Holy Light Runes were actually intricate and complex casting modules that couldn't be altered even slightly, let alone modified so easily.
As it turns out, opportunity only favors the prepared mind. What seemed like a simple matter was actually quite difficult to grasp without Arthas's dedicated and tireless study day and night.
Using the Holy Light Rune will transform your body into a pure Holy Light being.
Using the Runes of the Dead will greatly damage the life force within the body, gradually turning one into a dead person.
If both are used together
Arthas threw the two Runes that had been joined together.
There was no dazzling Holy Light.
There was no ominous aura of death either.
It involves only simple yet powerful destruction.
A deep crack appeared in the stone slab on the ground, like tofu being split open by a sharp blade.
Upon witnessing this silent yet invincible power, Robbie and Arthas were both stunned.
Thirty-six Holy Light Runes, corresponding to thirty-six Runes of the Dead.
The two are used together.
This is the true path to the pinnacle of power.
Three complete Holy Light Runes.
Vitality, Fervor, Justice.
The corresponding three death Runes.
Blood, Frost, Evil.
Robbie and Arthas both went into a frenzy, huddling together to study the usage of the Runes.
The energy drawn from pure Blood Runes is for the dead and cannot be directly absorbed by the living.
When the Vitality and Blood Runes are combined, the absorbed life force is transformed by Holy Light, thus healing the wounds of the living and possessing considerable offensive power. It is a healing skill with some offensive capabilities.
The combination of Fervor and Frost Runes can freeze targets and burn opponents, depending entirely on the user's skill. It is a primary control skill, and because it combines the two, it will not affect the user.
When Evil Rune Justice and evil are used together, they create a pure and powerful offensive skill. The annihilation effect produced by the collision of these two completely opposite energies is the very power that cuts through the stone slabs.
"Now, Uther is no match for me." Arthas knew his former teacher well; he clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with hatred.
"I can forgive Uther's disrespect for my father, but I cannot forgive his blatant betrayal of Lordaeron."
"Robbie, I used to be as insignificant as dust, only able to bury myself in the cold graveyards of Deathknell, hiding from everything; with your help, I mastered a certain amount of Holy Light power, but reason told me that my strength was only enough to protect myself, so I chose to run away and wanted to become an adventurer; now, my power is enough to do some things, although I can't turn the tide yet, but I am willing to contribute my share to this chaotic world."
"Prince Highness, what are you fighting for?"
Robbie wasn't surprised. Arthas was that kind of person; the stronger he was, the heavier the burden he carried. That was the true nature of Arthas, but Robbie needed to understand his true thoughts.
"My power is far inferior to that of the Guardians, and I am incapable of quelling this chaotic world."
Arthas was not insane; in fact, he was perfectly rational at this moment, with a clear understanding of his own strength.
"All I have done is for the glory and dignity of Lordaeron. My sacrifice is to tell all my enemies that Lordaeron will never surrender. Even if I am the only one left, I will fight to the very end and write a final lament for this tragic kingdom."
"Very well!" Robbie nodded, his expression righteous. "Now, I, Robbie Capor, swear that I am willing to share this responsibility as a friend with Prince Arthas of Lordaeron."
"You didn't have to get involved, Robbie. This is simply a matter of honor for the Kingdom of Lordaeron."
Robbie shook his head. "Wrong. This isn't just about the glory of Lordaeron, but also about the dignity of humanity, and a racial war with the Orcs, a war to the death, until one side is completely exterminated. No human can escape it."
Arthas, Frostmourne.
The demonic Runeblade from the Northrend still lies quietly inside the cave, awaiting the arrival of its master.
At this moment, Robbie remained clear-headed and was not swayed by Arthas's passion. Robbie would not have told Arthas the whereabouts of Frostmourne until he had thoroughly understood Arthas's character.
After Arthas Frostmourne, he becomes a pitiful undead, thus gaining access to the remaining nine Runes.
The fourth Runes of the Dead, is called the Scourge. It uses the Power of the Dead to resurrect the deceased and transform them into powerful Undead Warriors.
This is a power capable of destroying the world; Robbie has to be cautious.
"Now, we must take the first step," Arthas said gravely. "Kill the traitor Uther."
Inside the inn, Uther's brow was furrowed, his expression dark and gloomy. Beside him, the young knights of the Silver Hand stood silent, too afraid to meet the gaze of the great Lightbringer.
Robbie, disguised as Orcs, stole the king's mandate. Upon receiving the news, Uther immediately sent someone to contact Thrall.
Strangely, Thrall was unaware of this, Uther also learned that the Orcs were not a united front at this time; after Thrall's massacre of Orgrimmar, a considerable number of Orcs persisted in fighting against Thrall.
It's highly likely that these Orcs who opposed Thrall were the ones who tricked him into giving them the king's decree.
Uther had especially heard of the infamous Holy Light Orcs, which surprised him and made him feel quite troubled.
If possible, Uther should absolutely avoid getting involved in the Orcs' internal strife.
"These Orcs are such a nuisance, can't they let me have some peace and quiet?" Uther yawned impatiently. It was already late at night, and he still had to worry about the Orcs.
A young knight, puzzled, mustered his courage and asked:
"Uther, why should we request the king's decree to transfer Baron Rivendare? First, it's questionable whether he can even obey the order. I've heard that Thrall is gathering the Orcs in the internment Internment Camp. Wouldn't it be better if Thrall joined forces with Grom Hellscream's Warsong Clan to attack and eliminate Baron Rivendare?"
Uther glared at him, and the young Paladin was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud.
"What do you know, a bunch of useless trash?" Uther had a terrible temper; he dared to talk back even to the King and Princes, so you can imagine how he treated his subordinates.
"I do this precisely to protect the great Savior, Thrall."