The others were not to be outdone either. Paladin Leoric's Crusader Strike, Consecration, Holy Flame, and Divine Storm; mage Rhonin's Arcane Barrage and Pyroblast; Rotande Gili's Death Pulse; Druids Hamuul and Fandral Staghelm's Starfire; the Warriors' Rage and Mortal Strike; Alleria's seven-shot volleys of Chimera Shot and Arcane Shot... every combat technique, every combat skill was brought to bear, flying straight at C'Thun's flesh.
As for the dragons, they no longer cared about the tentacles striking their bodies. Those with magic used it, while those without the energy to cast spells lunged straight in, unleashing a full barrage of draconic melee attacks on C'Thun with claws, tail lashes, and other physical blows.
At last, Patrick broke the shield. Without those spells suppressing everyone on the battlefield, C'Thun's body could no longer withstand the combined attacks of all the continent's mighty fighters. He slumped like a deflated ball, foul-smelling blood gushing from within his flesh. The tentacles still fighting everyone around him collapsed as though they had lost control.
"Did he just die like that?" Arygos was the first to break the silence.
"I don't know. Maybe he's dead," High Overlord Saurfang replied, wiping the filthy blood from his face.
Arygos and the other two dragons who had been imprisoned for so long could hardly believe that this Old God of supreme power had been killed by them just like that. Arygos clearly did not believe it and breathed another blast of dragonfire at C'Thun's corpse. Only when C'Thun showed no reaction at all did he feel somewhat reassured.
"Let's each give him another couple of hits. It's not as though we're in that much of a hurry to get back." High Overlord Saurfang led by example as ever, hacking C'Thun's corpse several more times with his great axe. The others