Robbie knew perfectly well that there was no such thing as Holy Light Finger.
This was unmistakably the aura of corrupted Holy Light.
It seemed the Argent Crusade had already developed a way to use corrupted Holy Light. Fortunately, Tuyang Tusunpo had not mastered it; the secret lay inside this enormous Frostwolf.
That was why he dared not leave his mount.
The two moved apart until a full hundred yards separated them.
That distance was within Holy Light Finger's range.
Tuyang Tusunpo believed Robbie could not hurt him. Paladin skills were notoriously short-ranged, and he was utterly confident of the coming victory. Smiling disdainfully, he removed the ring from his index finger and put on a leather glove.
The ring had only one small gem, but the glove had six large ones.
"Do you recognize this glove?" Tuyang Tusunpo asked, raising his head.
"This glove..."
Robbie had some fragmented memories of it, but unfortunately, he could not recall them.
Tuyang Tusunpo thrust his hand forward and clenched his fist hard, as if gripping his opponent's soul. "The ring can only fire one Holy Light Finger," he said viciously. "This glove can fire six Holy Light Fingers with different attributes at once. We call it the six..."
Six Meridian Divine Swords? Robbie wondered.
"Six emperors' end."
Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pills? Robbie could no longer remain calm. Can it treat kidney deficiency?
"Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, Draenei, and worgen. The emperors of all six Alliance races will meet their end beneath this glove's mighty power and be reduced to ashes, as easily as a snap of the fingers. This world will belong only to the noble Orcs," Tuyang Tusunpo declared proudly.
He had heard something extraordinary.
It's one thing to be loyal to the Horde, but why are you wiping out every race except the Orcs? How sinister!
Robbie copied him, thrusting out his right hand and clenching it hard.
He was not merely imitating Tuyang Tusunpo's theatrics. He could not afford to lose this duel, so he struck first. Robbie secretly unleashed the Discipline Paladin's ultimate skill.
Holy Light Burst.
Robbie knew his own abilities well. His spirit runes were only at the beginner level, and Holy Light Burst was not enough to kill his opponent, but it was enough to incapacitate him temporarily.
The moment he used it, however, Robbie's heart jolted. He realized something had gone wrong.
Holy Light Burst, one of the Discipline Paladin's ultimate skills, required the combined guidance of more than ten spirit runes. Even though the runes had formed perfectly and the skill had worked without a problem on a dummy, a slight deviation had still occurred when he used it on a real person for the first time.
Was there a flaw in the runes, or had something gone wrong with their mutual guidance? For now, there was no way to know.
A tiny error could lead to a vast difference. Holy Light Burst had failed, but he could not stop it. Otherwise, the Holy Light would rebound, and Robbie himself would be the one to explode.
The effect would certainly be no good. What a shame, Robbie thought.
Next, he would have to face a relentless barrage of Holy Light Fingers. How to deal with it was a difficult question.
What's going on? Something's wrong with Tuyang Tusunpo's expression.
Tuyang Tusunpo's expression suddenly turned grave. His face and ears flushed red, and sweat began dripping down.
He felt a fierce primordial force brewing in his belly. It grew increasingly violent, rampaging through his body as though searching for an opening through which to vent.
A certain part below was just such an opening.
Unfortunately, he had eaten beef and potato stew that morning, and it had not been entirely fresh.
Seeing that something was wrong with Tuyang Tusunpo's complexion, Andenani put on a concerned expression and came over. "Senior Brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Get out of the way, quickly! I can't hold it in!" Tuyang Tusunpo suddenly shouted.
"Bang!"
With a tremendous bang, a stream of red-and-yellow liquid spurted from behind Tuyang Tusunpo, launching him into the air, higher than the great tree in the center of the fortress.
"Thud."
Tuyang Tusunpo landed successfully, falling flat on his face. His buttocks were a bloody mess, and he lay on the ground, wailing nonstop.
Damn, it's that powerful? It even blew apart the armor on his backside! Robbie was badly startled.
An unintended success: Holy Light Burst had failed, but it had unexpectedly become Holy Light *****.
A supernaturally revolting stench spread through the air.
The onlookers covered their noses and frowned deeply. Some vomited nonstop.
"My heavens, is this the strength of the Argent Crusade's number one Paladin?"
"That pungent smell is far too overpowering. I'm about to throw up the breakfast I ate three days ago."
"It's comparable to the Royal Apothecary Society of Lordaeron's new plague."
"Even the Frozen Throne's great stench can't compare to this."
"No wonder he could take down the Lich King single-handedly. The Lich King definitely couldn't withstand that smell."
"What did I tell you?"
Robbie became smug and pointed at the wailing Tuyang Tusunpo. "You're such a sorry sight, and you still wanted to fight me? Your agonized howls are proof of my infinite power."
"Aah!"
A piercing scream rang out. Andenani was practically going mad.
She had been closest to Tuyang Tusunpo, and nearly half her body had been drenched.
She came from a distinguished family and was as beautiful as a flower, surrounded by admirers.
She had been pampered since childhood and always paid attention to her appearance, keeping her clothes neat and spotless. She was also somewhat obsessed with cleanliness and wished she could change outfits several times a day.
How could she endure something like this...
Her hair disheveled and her face covered, Andenani rushed like a madwoman toward the fortress's fishpond.
"Thank you, everyone. Thank you for coming. It was hardly a fair victory, hardly a fair victory. Holy Light above, bless me for winning without lifting a finger."
Robbie thanked everyone, but he would never admit he had done it. He already had enough nicknames: Capor the Miser, Robbie Capor the Defiler.
If he gained another, ****er...
The thought alone made him shudder.
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept it! It was an accident, entirely an accident!"
With an angry roar, Tuyang Tusunpo slowly pushed himself upright with his sword. His eyes were bloodshot and his face twisted. This duel had made him lose all face for the Argent Crusade, and he was eager to turn things around.
"Udir, heal me! Our duel isn't over yet."
Udir the worgen Priest sighed and hurried over to cast a spell. First, he used Cleanse to remove the filth from Tuyang Tusunpo and his mount.
Then he began casting Greater Heal.
The moment had arrived.
Robbie had waited and waited for precisely this opportunity.
"Priest, let me see what interesting things happen to your healing."
Robbie murmured to himself. The scene was noisy with discussion, and no one noticed.
In fact, even if someone had heard him, they would not have known it was a spell.
The Black Dragon Prince Nefarian dropped a two-handed weapon called Ashkandi, Greatsword of the Brotherhood.
Once this sword appeared, there were no more brothers.
The guilds that had successfully conquered Blackwing Lair back then had long since fallen apart over the weapon's distribution, vanishing into the dust of history.
Few members of pick-up raids and guilds who had now entered Draenor knew of the Black Dragon Prince's magical name-calling skill. Probably only the Bronze Dragonflight and the Infinite Dragonflight, who controlled time, knew a little about it.
After casting Greater Heal, Udir followed up with two Flash Heals.
In Udir's experience, that was enough to heal Tuyang Tusunpo's injuries.
Strangely, Tuyang Tusunpo's forehead darkened, his body swayed, and his eyes rolled upward uncontrollably. His whole body shook and his legs trembled, as if he were in the depths of winter.
"What's going on?" Udir looked baffled. He had always been confident in his healing abilities. "Could his internal organs be injured? Did holding it in cause internal injuries? That's not good. Looks like this will take some effort."
Udir dared not be careless. He first applied Prayer of Mending, followed by Renew, then cast Greater Heal repeatedly. A pair of golden wings appeared behind Tuyang Tusunpo.
Tuyang Tusunpo swayed unsteadily, rolled his eyes, and collapsed to the ground. He grew thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon becoming skin and bones, more terrifying than even the Undead of Lordaeron.
"All I can see is darkness."
With a gurgle, he breathed his last.
"What happened? What went wrong?"
Udir scratched his head, at a loss.
"Murderer!"
Robbie deliberately raised his voice so everyone could hear, pointing at Udir as he shouted, "You killed the Argent Crusade's most powerful Paladin!"
"Murderer!"
Hogger also stepped forward, hopping up and down and pointing a sharp claw at Udir. "You killed the special investigator appointed by Prince Anduin!" he shouted.
Good. Hogger had gone straight to the heart of the matter.
Adventurers generally did not like to think, and most lacked judgment.
Everyone had seen Udir heal Tuyang Tusunpo, after which he had died. Since someone said Udir was the murderer, that was probably about right.
Repeating what others said and accepting the consensus as truth was human nature.
"It had nothing to do with me," Udir the worgen protested aggrievedly. "I don't know what happened either."
"Everyone saw it. You committed murder in full view of everyone, and now you want to deny it?" Robbie fanned the flames again. The onlookers nodded, certain now that Udir was the murderer.
In fact, Udir was on a secret mission: he absolutely could not let Tuyang Tusunpo leave Vanessa's fortress alive. As long as Tuyang Tusunpo died in the fortress, even if his death was unexplained, Prince Anduin could use it to strike at the People's Army and the Brotherhood.
But if Udir had killed Tuyang Tusunpo, that was a different matter. It represented a break between Stormwind City and the Argent Crusade, and Tirion Fordring would have something to say about it.
"Close the gates and release Hogger! Holy Light bless us, we absolutely cannot let General Tuyang Tusunpo's murderer leave the fortress!" Robbie ordered loudly. Dwal Ironfist had long been ready, and he shut the fortress gates expressionlessly.
Hogger rolled his neck from side to side, his joints grinding. He stared menacingly at Udir and opened his terrifying maw, preparing to attack with claws and teeth.
General Kash Baolu the dwarf shook his head, looking somewhat helpless. "Udir, I don't know why you killed the special envoy. Don't resist; surrender. His Highness the Prince may perhaps forgive your offense."
After General Kash Baolu made his position clear, Udir narrowed his eyes. When he opened them again, they shone with a dangerous red light.
Unfortunately, Andenani had washed herself clean in the pond and, heedless of the allure of her wet clothes, was walking over, dripping. She still did not know what had happened and intended to borrow a room to change into clean clothes.
Andenani was slender and curvaceous, with a graceful figure and elegant bearing.
A figure flashed, and Udir appeared behind Andenani, a sharp dagger aimed at her snow-white neck.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Robbie looked at Udir with amusement. Ignoring Andenani's terrified gaze, he smiled and said, "Miss Andenani, rest assured. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. Your heroic deeds will be remembered for generations."
Udir paid him no mind. He stuck out his tongue and licked beside Andenani's ear.
"This lady is no ordinary person. She witnessed Dalaran's destruction with her own eyes, the sole witness to that part of history. If she dies, the Bronze Dragonflight won't tell people the truth."