Arthas looked at the huge crater in front of him, a smug look on his face, and said triumphantly:
"I, Arthas, have finally grasped the power of the Holy Light! From now on, whoever dares to call me a piece of trash, I'll let them taste the power of the Holy Light Burst! Hahaha, I, Arthas, have finally waited for the day of my triumph! Robbie, thank you."
"You're still a long way from making a comeback," Robbie thought to himself. "This guy's acting up again."
It must be said that Arthas was exceptionally talented, a natural-born Discipline Paladin. If he were to train Faith Paladin, he would surely be collectively hated by the Naaru and would receive no blessing from the Holy Light.
No one is born useless; everyone has their own strengths. So-called "useless" people are simply those who are not good at something. As long as you find a path that suits you, everyone can achieve success.
When Arthas gets happy, he can't stop talking; he keeps babbling and boasting endlessly.
"The author of the 'Holy Light Codex' is quite remarkable; he actually came up with the idea of using mental energy to condense Runes to drive the Holy Light. Of course, this isn't a novel discovery. When I was in Dalaran, Kel'Thuzad told me about the method of casting magic with Spirit Runes. It was originally a very promising path, but unfortunately, it was collectively rejected by the Archmages."
"Why should it be vetoed?" Robbie didn't understand.
Arthas tidied his perfectly styled hair; now that his confidence had been boosted, he was starting to pay attention to his appearance.
"While people with naturally strong mental power are few, they are at least ten times more numerous than those with the talent of mages. This is a rather conservative estimate. Once Spirit Runes are widely adopted, the number of mages will increase at least tenfold."
After careful consideration, Robbie quickly understood.
The increase in the number of mages represents a significant boost to the overall strength of Azeroth, which is certainly a great thing.
However, this brings the problem that the frequency of spellcasting increases significantly, which in turn makes the space increasingly fragile.
The fragility of space has resulted in a growing influx of Demons into Azeroth.
This is a difficult choice.
They could either increase the power of mages, eliminate the invading Demons, and take a gamble on the future, the benefit of which would be that Azeroth's magical level would rise higher and higher, with broad prospects for development, and perhaps even expansion into interstellar space.
The flaw is that it is entirely possible for it to be destroyed because it cannot withstand the Demons.
Either maintain the status quo, but that comes with a slow death.
The mages of Dalaran chose the latter.
Change is always accompanied by huge hidden dangers, and no one knows what price will be paid! No one wants to become a sinner in history.
Those unpredictable and disastrous consequences haunted the Archmages like Demons, preventing them from making a decision.
Robbie and Arthas sat down in the tavern and began to discuss their insights on the Holy Light.
After some conversation, Robbie understood why Arthas had grasped the Holy Light so quickly.
His talent was only one aspect; the main reason was that his teacher was Uther, and coupled with his status Prince, he naturally became the core of the Order of the Silver Hand. The world's most powerful Paladins spared no effort in imparting their Paladin training experience to him, and knowledge of the Holy Light had long filled Arthas's mind.
In contrast, Robbie was studying alone, without the experience of predecessors to learn from or colleagues to discuss with, so his speed of grasping the skills was much slower.
The two had a heated discussion, arguing fiercely and refusing to back down, but both gained a lot from it.
"By the way, what do you think of the thirty-six Golden Runes in the Holy Light Codex?" Robbie asked.
"Golden Runes? I didn't see them." Arthas was clearly taken aback.
"Some."
Thirty-six Golden Runes were hidden in a secret lock within the "Holy Light Codex". Vanessa initially said that these Runes were not suitable for cultivation, but Robbie later analyzed them carefully and found that most of these Holy Light Runes were incomplete, with only three complete. However, these three runes posed a huge hidden danger: once one cultivated these three Runes, their body would gradually transform into a pure Holy Light being.
Become Naaru, or become Naaru's servant.
Arthas didn't even notice the Runes; the cross-shaped magic lock containing the Runes was clearly open.
Robbie had no choice but to demonstrate to Arthas how to find the Runes in front of him.
"Haha! What an ingenious cross-shaped magic lock! I'll have a craftsman make one for me sometime." Arthas was a little embarrassed, his gaze drifting elsewhere, which he cleverly concealed with laughter.
Arthas carefully examined the thirty-six glittering Runes, Arthas expression grave and thoughtful. "These Runes are interesting, unfathomable, and profound. Unfortunately, I don't understand them either."
"You don't understand what you're saying," Robbie muttered to himself.
"Robbie, I've made up my mind. Before, I lacked the strength and power to achieve what I wanted, but now I finally have enough power to fulfill my great ideal." Arthas wore a radiant smile, his face enveloped in Holy Light.
Oh no, I have a bad feeling.
Robbie's heart skipped a beat; he guessed what Arthas was about to say.
Arthas's ideal is not hard to guess: to fulfill the responsibilities of a Prince and contribute to the long-suffering Lordaeron.
Is this Arthas's Destiny?
Robbie felt a pang of regret, secretly blaming himself for rashly handing over the "Holy Light Codex" to Arthas.
Having been stripped of his Power of the Holy Light, the disheartened Arthas, sleeping in his tomb, could never possibly defeat Kel'Thuzad.
As for Arthas now! Robbie estimated that he might not be a match for Kel'Thuzad either.
Kel'Thuzad was a powerful human mage, a member of the Council of Six, and arguably one of the most powerful mages in Azeroth.
Proficient Mastery Necromancy and Necromancy, with a persistent dedication to the darkest and most forbidden realms.
Kel'Thuzad, with his many halos, was practically the embodiment of power and Evil, yet he was killed by Arthas, a fledgling Paladin.
If Kel'Thuzad had known Necromancy was so unreliable, he would have been better off researching the Holy Light.
The history written by the Guardians must be incredibly unreliable, riddled with flaws and impossible to scrutinize.
Robbie, unwilling to watch Arthas descend into depravity, was pondering how to persuade Arthas when the young Prince stood up, opened his arms to the midday sun, and said warmly:
"My father taught me to rule the world with wisdom and strength, but now I say, to hell with him! My father doesn't know that I've always had a grand dream. Robbie, let's go to Kingdom of Stormwind together. I want to be a free adventurer, I'm going to be the King of Adventurers!"
What the hell?
Robbie couldn't believe his ears.
"Prince Highness, are you going to the Kingdom of Stormwind?"
"Don't call me Your Prince anymore." Arthas's expression faltered slightly.
"I don't like that title. The former Prince Arthas is dead. Now it's the new Adventurer King Arthas. No, I should abandon the name Arthas too. What should I call myself? Hmm, Robbie, not a bad name. I'll change my Roger."
Arthas liked his new name very much and nodded in satisfaction.
"Lordaeron is in such a state of decay, what's the point of me lingering here and grieving? The ones blocking Silverpine Forest are my former comrades; they should let us through. If not, we'll just force our way through."
With strength comes more choices.
That's fine too.
History cannot be changed.
Even without Arthas, someone else would raise Frostmourne in Arthas's name, preventing their new friend from meeting a tragic end—this is the outcome Robbie would have liked to see.