Even as he watched the Dark Iron Dwarves surround him, Patrick was not worried in the slightest.
Galgann Firehammer was already choking with rage. "Stupid elf, you will pay for your stupidity. When I smear your brains on my warhammer and roast your soul in the lava of Blackrock Spire for ten thousand years, you will understand just how foolish your actions were."
Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?!"
Arcane power moved with his thoughts. An azure field of arcane energy began to spread, instantly driving out all the other elements nearby. The fire elements gathered around the Shadowforge Geologists and Shadowforge Archaeologists vanished in the blink of an eye.
Arcane Roses spread and intertwined over every Dark Iron Dwarf, binding the dwarves around him.
"Such powerful spell fluctuations! No, this isn't fire elemental energy." A Shadowforge Geologist was locked tight by the Arcane Roses, unable to move.
"This is bad! Hurry and interrupt his spiritual power casting," another Shadowforge Geologist said.
"This biting cold... this isn't fire magic. It's high-intensity frost magic."
"How is this possible? Why can't our Anti-Magic Armor reflect it?"
"Cut through that ice..." The rest of the words never came.
"..."
"..."
Ice spread across the Dark Iron Dwarves. The Arcane Roses that had bound them had become blooming Frost Roses, beautiful and deadly.
Ice continued to spread over some of the surviving dwarves. The icy roses brought more than a loss of body heat; they also carried magic that froze life itself. The geologists and archaeologists from Shadowforge City slowly froze, ice spreading over their bodies and gradually rising to their heads. Their mouths froze as well, their final cries slowly dying in their throats as they became ice sculptures.
The spell Patrick had constructed erupted over the Dark Iron Dwarves, releasing wave after