Uther, why aren't you riding a horse?
A magnificent warhorse is a symbol of Paladin. Uther wore gleaming gold armor on both occasions when he met the King, clearly showing that he was a man who cared about his appearance. Armor could enhance his status and increase his prestige, but he did not ride a horse.
Robbie probed Uther's reaction, observing Uther's feigned indifference and his attempt to conceal his true feelings, and continued to ask:
"Although I don't know how you did it, your Power of the Holy Light must be hidden underground. You were riding too fast, and the vast Holy Light underground couldn't keep up. Of course, your Power of the Holy Light didn't come from the Naaru, but rather it was collectively infused into you by the Paladins of the Silver Hand. The so-called blessing of the Naaru is all a lie. Uther the Lightbringer? You're just a hypocritical charlatan."
If Uther truly possesses boundless Power of the Holy Light, then he would be Invincible in the fight against the Orcs.
In reality, Uther, aside from being a spiritual leader, did not achieve any remarkable personal victories.
In times of war, the Holy Light of the Paladins is in short supply, and it is impossible for them to bestow it upon Uther alone.
Only during this relatively peaceful period, when there was no war after the Silver Hand allied with the Orcs, did the Paladins have surplus Holy Light to gather for Uther's use. Just as in the near future, the Paladins infused Rizebu Crystal with Holy Light, forging it into Ashbringer.
The one that connects to the vast Holy Light beneath is Uther's Earthshaker.
Robbie a sinister smile; his Orcs appearance made him look particularly ferocious.
"As long as your warhammer doesn't touch the ground, you're dead. This is the last time you'll bask in the Holy Light, Uther the Lightbringer."
Robbie didn't know how much of the truth he had guessed correctly, but the barely concealed struggle and panic in Uther's eyes gave Robbie confidence that even if he wasn't entirely right, he was probably not far from the truth.
Robbie poured three more pairs of intertwined Runes into the giant axe and charged toward Uther.
Uther hurriedly gathered the Power of the Holy Light to parry. Robbie's speculation affected Uther's state of mind. He was not as brave and fearless as the Legendary. When fear entered his heart, his power also weakened.
The warhammer and the great axe collide once more, the Holy Light clashes with the power of Runes, and the ultimate showdown between the Faith Paladin and the Discipline Paladin.
Bang!
A deafening roar.
This time, Uther staggered back several steps, and his Holy Light dissipated even faster, making him much more severely injured than before. Robbie a deep breath and immediately chased after him, not giving Uther a chance to recover his Holy Light.
The giant axe whistled as it swung down at Uther. Uther hastily raised his warhammer to parry, but his arms trembled violently as he realized he was already powerless, his arms were numb, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"You're old, Uther," Robbie with a cold laugh.
"Wait! You can't kill me! Thrall, Thrall Savior, won't let you get away with this! He'll avenge me!" Uther cried out in despair, as if grasping at his last straw.
"Thrall? Hah, foolish Uther." Robbie decided to deliver the final psychological blow to Uther: "You probably don't know the truth, so I'll let you die in peace. It was the Savior Thrall who ordered me to kill you."
"What?" Uther looked incredulous, raising his head and panting heavily.
"But you personally defeated Thrall, causing him to lose face, Holy Light Orcs."
"That was nothing but a poor performance, you fool. You are as stupid as Guardian Medivh. Otherwise, why would the Guardian have helped kill the Orgrimmar Doomhammer, and how would Thrall have smoothly succeeded as the leader of the Orcs? Compared to scheming and intrigue, you humans are far inferior."
Robbie told a series of lies with great seriousness, thinking that Uther would be so angry that he would die of a stroke.
Unexpectedly, Uther, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, paused for a moment before bursting into laughter:
"He shows no mercy to his enemies, slaughtering them all; he rules his own people with blood and cruelly suppresses them; and what's even more remarkable is his ruthlessness towards himself. This is truly my good disciple, far superior to that fool Arthas. It is a great regret in my life that I, Uther, cannot serve such a ruthless hero. I hope to be reborn as Orcs in my next life, to serve the Savior Thrall forever."
"Holy crap!"
Robbie looked terrible and almost swore.
I never expected Uther to be this kind of person.
"Prepare to be reincarnated as Orcs." Robbie showed no mercy, swinging his giant axe to finish off Uther.
Suddenly, Robbie felt the giant axe in his hand become incredibly heavy, as if it weighed ten thousand pounds. Robbie quickly let go, and the giant axe fell to the ground, creating a large crater. At the same time, Uther's warhammer also slipped from his hand.
What's going on?
Robbie remained remarkably calm. He couldn't allow Uther to come into contact with the warhammer, or his Holy Light would return.
Strangely, Uther didn't want to touch his warhammer; despair filled his face as he cried out:
"No, no, go back! This isn't a battle you can participate in. Don't worry about me."
Who was Uther talking to? Apart from a few Royal Palace guards peeking out from the palace walls and Arthas hiding nearby to provide backup, there was no one else around.
Robbie didn't care about anything else and punched Uther.
Uther had no time to defend himself, only shouting repeatedly, "No, no, you can't withstand this Orcs's power. I've lost enough already. Let this old bone die; you're still young, with a bright future ahead of you."
Robbie sensed that reinforcements were coming, so he quickly seized the opportunity and threw a series of punches, beating Uther severely until Uther was bruised and battered, looking utterly pathetic. If Uther escaped, this was a golden opportunity he wouldn't get again.
"My dearest, how could I bear to watch you fall before me? Heaven and earth cannot last forever, the sea will eventually dry up, and stones will decay, but our love will never fade. For love, I am willing to Consecration everything."
A dignified female voice came from underground, carrying a sense of earnest anticipation and enthusiasm.
"Besides, I am the princess of the earth. As long as the earth exists, I will be reborn."
"But then you wouldn't be you, not the Elemental Princess Missrael I love."
At that moment, Uther was in tears.
The ground cracked open, a plume of smoke rose, and a woman who was five or six meters tall appeared. She wore a light green robe, had bronze skin and beautiful hair, and apart from her excessive size, she was quite pretty with delicate features and a curvaceous figure.
The woman's robe was adorned with crystals, like bright lamps, radiating abundant Power of the Holy Light.
So this is the source of Uther's Holy Light. I wonder what these crystals are made of that can store Holy Light.
Farewell, my love, Uther.
Princess Missrael of the Elements revealed a bitter smile, gently raised her hand, and an elemental Magic Circle bound Uther. The Earthshaker on the ground was also lifted into the air and fell into Uther's hands.
Oh no, this is a teleportation Magic Circle used to send Uther away.
Robbie quickly picked up the giant axe, which was no longer getting heavier, and infused it with Fervor and Frost Runes, attempting to interrupt the Elemental Princess's spellcasting.
The giant axe slammed down on Missrael's body. The Elemental Princess let out a terrible scream and turned into pure Earth Elementals, disappearing from the spot. At the same time, Uther in the elemental Magic Circle also vanished.
Neither racial nor physical differences can stop true love.
Robbie shook his head and mourned for the couple who had transcended race.