Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

"Don't worry, you're big enough. Today I'll smash your head in. Even Sargeras can't save you. I'm telling you," Rhodes said with a cold snort.

As Rhode's size increased, the spiked club now looked like a small, short stick. But that didn't matter. Rhode immediately used life magic to inject a hard tree seed into the core of the spiked club, thus increasing its size.

In the blink of an eye, the Langya List transformed into a giant staff fifteen meters tall, its exterior encased in demon-repelling metal while its interior was made of hard ironwood—a method of developing and utilizing life magic.

"Utterly arrogant! I will make you pay the price!" The two sides resumed their fierce battle.

In this close-quarters combat scenario, Archimonde was no match for Rhodes, and Rhodes found an opening in just a few rounds.

The spiked club slammed into Archimonde's parrying left arm, the magic-resistant metal rubbing against the demon's skin and producing ear-piercing sparks. The immense force caused Archimonde to stagger three steps to the side, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground.

"What!" Archimonde stared in disbelief at his left arm—the skin there was cracked, and dark blue demon blood was slowly seeping out.

What shocked him even more was that the attack just now was not imbued with arcane magic, fel energy, or elemental power... it was pure life energy, yet it erupted in the form of violent lightning!

"Life Force... can be used like this?" Cenarius, who was watching from a distance, also widened his eyes. However, there seemed to be no problem. Lightning is a force in nature. Many Wilderness Warriors also have the power to manipulate lightning, and Cloud Dragon has the power to manipulate lightning.

Surprised, Archimonde?

"Life on Azeroth is far more interesting than you maggots crawling out of the Twisting Nether. I was born with the power to control lightning." Rhodes swung his spiked club, the electric snakes leaping on its shaft crackling.

"You're asking for it! I'll show you my fel storm!" Archimonde finally erupted in fury.

Without further ado, he clasped his hands together, unleashing a terrifying shockwave of evil energy centered on him!

The dark green flames spread in a ring, withering vegetation and corroding rocks in their wake. A dozen low-level demons who couldn't dodge in time were even vaporized! Even some members of the allied forces were vaporized the moment they came into contact with the green storm.

"Everyone, scatter!" Jarod Shadowsong shouted in the Allied positions.

Upon hearing the commander's order, the mortal soldiers around them quickly moved further away. They couldn't get involved in this battle at all, and staying here would only be a burden to the demigod.

But Rhodes didn't retreat; instead, he charged forward, wielding his spiked club, to meet the fel storm head-on.

"Drink up—!"

The enormous dragonman let out a deafening roar, and emerald-green life energy surged from Rhodes' body, forming a flowing membrane of light on his skin.

The fel flames struck the light membrane, emitting a corrosive sizzling sound, but could not penetrate it—the life force and fel energy are inherently antagonistic forces, and at this moment they were engaged in the most primitive energy exchange!

Rhodes defied the fel energy surge and moved forward step by step. With each step, grass and vines sprouted from the ground beneath his feet—a natural phenomenon caused by the overflow of life energy, a stark contrast to the surrounding scorched earth. However, these verdant plants were instantly devoured by the dark green fel energy.

“Your flames… are too weak! Archimonde, is this all you’ve got?” Rhodes’ voice remained clear amidst the fel storm.

The moment the last word fell, Rhodes charged forward once more!

This time, Archimonde was prepared. He thrust his palms forward, and dozens of fel chains shot out from the void, each as thick as a giant python, with soul-corroding spikes at the tip!

"Entangle me, Fel Chains!"

Chains lunged at Rhodes from all directions, sealing off all avenues for evasion. This was Archimonde's usual tactic against agile enemies—once entangled, fel energy would begin to corrupt the body and soul.

A glint of light flashed in Rhodes' eyes. This kid's magic is not bad. I just don't know if he has developed spells like Death Hand and Death Finger yet.

I don't know if I can face the finger of death, or the hand of death.

"You're too slow! How can you survive in this world if you're so slow at casting spells?"

Rhodes didn't try to dodge; instead, he spun the spiked club in his hand! The club spun faster and faster, and emerald lightning snakes formed a thunderous whirlwind!

"Thunderous Tornado! I'll show you what a real storm is."

The spinning spiked club transformed into a cyan tornado, propelling Rhodes forward like a drill! The fel chains were repelled and shattered the moment they touched the lightning vortex—the combination of the anti-magic metal and the rapidly spinning life lightning was simply the bane of energy attacks!

"What kind of magic is this?" Archimonde finally felt threatened.

He abandoned his arrogance, forming a hand seal at his chest and chanting ancient Eredar incantations. The sky suddenly darkened, and dark green fel clouds gathered overhead, within which a massive green shadow seemed to writhe—

"Descend, Legion's divine punishment! Rain of chaos! Hellfire!"

The coverage area extends to a radius of several kilometers!

"Watch out!" Cenarius exclaimed, rushing forward to help.

But Malfurion stopped him: "Wait...look!"

In the center of the battlefield, Rhode looked up at the fel meteors falling from the sky, and a smile actually appeared on his dragon mouth.

"Now that's more interesting."

He slammed the spiked club heavily on the ground, gripped the handle with both hands, took a deep breath, his chest visibly expanding, and emerald light shone through the gaps in the dragon scales—

Then, he looked up to the sky and roared!

This is one of Archimonde's most powerful moves. Rhodes witnessed this move during the Battle of Mount Hyjal 1 years later and naturally wouldn't let Archimonde use it successfully. This move is extremely lethal to mortals.

Rhodes' body began to transform into a dragon, turning directly into a 300-meter-long azure dragon, which then soared into the clouds above, radiating a powerful life force.

The emerald green life energy and the dark green fel energy clashed with each other. Rhode, with his powerful body, directly mobilized the elemental power of Azeroth, using wind, fire, and lightning to extinguish the terrifying fel storm. Only a few scattered hellfires fell, causing little damage to the allied forces.

After taking care of everything, Rhodes landed on the ground once again, transforming into a dragon-man form.

This was also the first time that the life of Azeroth and the Burning Legion had seen Rhodes's desolate demigod form, which was indeed very intimidating.

"Is this the new Wilderness Demigod? Such immense power."

"This demigod of the wilderness is truly enormous."

"We will definitely win this battle!" Lian Jun was overjoyed, and the few Hellfires that fell were quickly dealt with.

“This is impossible… How could a mere demigod of the wilderness possibly control such power?” Archimonde finally revealed his astonishment.

The Burning Legion has invaded countless worlds and destroyed countless inhabited planets. It has also encountered demigod-level beings, but as long as some of the Legion's generals take action, these demigods will die instantly.

The number of demigod-level powerhouses who died by his hand was no less than double digits, but in all his years of fighting, Archimonde had never seen a monster with such formidable strength.

The Chaotic Fish he unleashed covered an area of ​​ten kilometers in radius, and its destructive power was extremely terrifying. As long as this move landed head-on, killing tens of thousands of his allied troops would not be a problem.

But this terrifying move was actually destroyed by this guy in his physical form; his life force was ridiculously strong.

Little did he know that Rhodes' life force came not only from his status as a Wilderness Demigod, but also from the attribute points provided by the Heroes of Might and Magic system.

And the unique understanding of the nature of energy by the soul of a transmigrator—this technique is a killer move that Rhode developed by combining knowledge from multiple worlds.

“Now…” Rhodes’ voice came from the center of the domain, “it’s my turn.”

He pulled out his spiked club, and the blue electric snakes on the club suddenly increased tenfold! The electric snakes extended outwards, weaving a huge network of lightning in the air!

Rhodes' figure blurred in Archimonde's eyes—not because he disappeared, but because he moved too fast and left an afterimage in the air!

One, two, ten... In the blink of an eye, dozens of Rhodes appeared in various parts of the domain, each assuming a different attack stance!

This move draws inspiration from some illusionary abilities; in fact, the application of abilities is often related to your imagination.

“Illusion? No… it’s an afterimage created by speed! No, no, some are illusions too.” Archimonde immediately judged, but it was useless to judge it—because even he couldn’t distinguish which one was the real body!

There's truth and falsehood mixed in here, and truth mixed with falsehood.

Dozens of voices rose simultaneously from all directions, eventually merging into the same word:

"Thunderbolt - Frenzied Slaughter!!!"

All the afterimages vanished abruptly, and the true form appeared directly in front of Archimonde! The spiked club had been swung to its limit before slamming into Archimonde's face.

The magic-piercing metal directly broke through the demon lord's defensive spells.

Time seemed to slow down.

Archimonde could see the spiked club slowly coming down and feel the terrifying energy gathered on it, but his body... couldn't keep up!

Fel shield? Ineffective. Evasion? Too late.

Should we tough it out?

Chapter 379 The Battlefield Reaches a Fever: Legion vs. Allied Forces

Archimonde tragically discovered that he seemed to have no other way out but this path.

"Bang—!!!" The spiked club slammed solidly into Archimonde's face!

Not the side of his cheek, but right in the middle of that blue face!

The spikes of the demon-slaying metal tore through the demon lord's tough skin, embedding themselves deep into the flesh. Immediately afterward, violent life lightning surged wildly into the point of contact!

"Ugh, ahhhhhhh!!!"

Archimonde let out his first painful roar since the start of the war. It was not a voice of condescending rage, but a howl mixed with astonishment and real pain.

His body was thrown backward by the blow, his massive, twenty-meter-tall frame staggering backward, each step leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the ground. Dark blue demonic blood spurted from the lacerated wound on his cheek, dripping onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound, burning small, smoking craters into the earth.

"So you can get hurt, you can feel pain, you can bleed. The commander of the Burning Legion is nothing special after all," Rhodes said smugly.

There was a time when, during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, I could only look up to this terrifying demon lord and even needed the help of the Archangel of Light, Cenarius, and a group of others to defeat him.

The final, decisive kill was completed, and the one who took the head was his most powerful Archangel of Light. But today is different from the past. In just a few short years, he has grown to the point where he can stand up to this demon lord head-on.

If it weren't for the gift of Azeroth, the life energy of the planet's soul flowing into him, he wouldn't have the power he has now.

Rhodes pressed his advantage, his dragon tail lashing out as he followed closely. He gripped his spiked club tightly, preparing for a second strike—

Last time, the Archangel of Light cut off your head; this time, I'm going to smash your head open with my own hands.

But Archimonde was, after all, the commander of the Burning Legion, a battle-hardened demon lord. Driven by the excruciating pain and humiliation, his fighting instincts erupted completely!

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Instead of trying to regain his balance, Archimonde used the momentum of leaning back to stick out his huge buttocks, and his right leg, a huge goat hoof wrapped in terrifying evil energy, kicked upwards at an abnormal and tricky angle!

The timing of this kick was flawless, striking precisely at the moment when Rhode's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet arisen. Rhode's pupils contracted, and he had no choice but to abandon his pursuit, parrying downwards with his spiked club—

"boom!"

The massive hoof collided with the spiked club, producing another deafening crash. Rhodes was thrown back dozens of meters by the force, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"That was a good move. Is Archimonde's move called 'Butt-Back, Wild Goose Landing on the Sand'? Oh, no, no, it should be called 'Rabbit Kicks the Eagle'," Rhodes said with a smile after regaining his balance.

Although this move was somewhat comical, it was quite effective in actual combat. Archimonde not only blocked his own attack but also used the force to counterattack. As expected of someone who had fought alongside Sargeras for thousands of years, he was indeed quite capable.

The two distanced themselves again.

A brief silence fell over the battlefield.

Inside the Allied positions, everyone held their breath and stared wide-eyed.

What did they see?

That newly arrived Wilderness demigod—that dragonkin demigod who calls himself "Azure Scale"—actually injured the Burning Legion's commander with a single blow! The blow left Archimonde the Defiler covered in blood!