Alsace. Minethir, the youngest king in the history of the Lordaeron lineage, was crowned king at the age of 20, a unique reign in the entire history of mankind.

Even among the new generation of young kings of the human empire who are now undergoing great changes, Arthas is still the youngest, but this does not mean that Arthas is naïve, this young king who has experienced too many things has a more mature mentality than his peers, especially after witnessing the whole process of the destruction of the northern frontier by the dark blade undead, Arthas has a very thorough understanding of the responsibility of the king under the successive disasters.

But no matter how mature he is, he is still a hot-blooded young man, and the characteristics of young people are very clearly reflected in him, almost reckless and decisive, lacking thinking in the face of important choices, and always habitually putting all the pressure on his shoulders, rather than asking for help to better solve the problems in his hands.

As Tyrion said, the spiritual inducement in Arthas's mind, whether it was left by the Lich King or by the Dreadlord, was just a spiritual inducement spell, and if Arthas himself did not have the idea of coming to Northrend, if he did not try to use external forces and did not want to defend his civilization and country by taking "shortcuts", that inducement spell would not work at all.

In other words, he came here solely because of his own personality and thoughts, and the whispers and visions served at best a motivating effect, compressing Arthas's time for hesitation and reflection, and finally pushing him into the present situation.

He didn't lack courage, what he lacked was the experience to control the courage of the rampage, and in time, Arthas would definitely become a good king, but now, one of his reckless journeys, sent him into a deadly battlefield.

Although the story is not as pessimistic as it once was, if Alsace is not lucky enough, perhaps he will have no future as well.

In the darkness behind Tyrion, the struggles of Farrick and Mavien, who were strangled into the air by death energy, grew weaker and weaker, and the end of an ordinary person who could not breathe fresh air for a few minutes was fatal, and as powerful warriors, both of them were able to skillfully control certain physiological activities of their bodies, which allowed them to persist in such a desperate situation for a longer time.

But as time passed, the shadow of death continued to loom...

"Bang"

"Knort"

The clash of heavy swords and warhammers sent a storm of light and energy through the cold cavern, and at the feet of the two men, the snow that had been frozen for thousands of years cracked one by one, and the ice and snow were as solid as stones, and between the splashes of ice, Tyrion's figure kept moving forward, and behind him, the darkness that enveloped everything followed him like a shadow.

Arthas struggled to resist the eerie, flying shadow of the Ember Bringer.

This is still under the condition that Tyrion strictly controls his strength at the same level as Arthas, unless necessary, the Great Lord of the Dark Blade does not like to end the battle with crushing power when facing the juniors, he enjoys the process of this kind of battle, although the current sound of the sword, whether it is technical content or destructive power, is far inferior to the battle between him and Lothar that day.

But... This is an assessment after all.

Lothar asked Tyrion to find a suitable master for the Warbreaker, and since it was a promise, the High Lord would certainly do his best to fulfill it.

"Bang"

The blades and the hammer collided again, and as the weapons staggered at high speed, the beating sparks seemed to ignite the stagnant air, and the sword-wielding Tyrion used the tactics of the High Elf rangers with a glance, which was an ancient heritage, and after the sword was swung, the heavy weapon would bring a strong inertia, and the agile elves used this inertia reasonably.

To onlookers, it didn't seem like Tyrion was wielding the Ember Bringer, but rather like the Ember Bringer was actively attacking his opponent, and Tyrion was just shifting his position as the weapon pulsated.

The sword is driving the sword-bearer.

"Knort"

Tyrion's slender body spun in the air for three weeks, the whistling blade gathering enough momentum to slash at the King's hammer from top to bottom, a force that pressed against Arthas's weapon, pressing his hammer to the ground.

"Holy Light, give me strength!"

Arthas's deep voice sounded at this moment, and the scorching light was like a lit lamp, igniting in the young king's body, and the holy energy roamed Arthas's body, and that warmth soothed the pain in his whole body and gave him new strength.

"I... No, lose again! ”

The warhammer, oppressed by the blade, lifted the blade of the Ash Briringer into the air little by little as Arthas's body straightened, and the black shadow blade lit up behind him, slashing at Arthas's back in a slashing motion, but it was blocked by a thin layer of light.

In the healing of the Holy Light, the young king's frostbitten cheeks were also rapidly recovering, and he stared at the Great Lord of the Dark Blade in front of him, and the latter was also looking at him.

"Winning or losing is not something that can be determined by shouting two slogans..."

Tyrion took the initiative to take a step back, and the next moment, the warhammer wrapped in holy light grazed his sideways body and smashed down, which was a subconscious tactical reaction, and the two of them acted at this time, like the brief confrontation a few minutes ago.

But at the moment when Tyrion's dodge ended, Arthas suddenly stretched out his right hand, like a thrown hook lock, and five fingers were precisely clasped on the High Lord's shoulder.

"That's right! It's not something that shouting slogans can decide... But I, too, will grow! ”

"Boom"

With Arthas as the center, the golden light that was compressed to a high concentration burst out from the paladin's body, like an exploding bomb, and the cold aura of the entire cold wind cave was swept away by the scorching light falling from the sky at this moment.

"Click, click"

Under the scorching halo, the ground that had become extremely solid in the 10,000-year freeze also cracked, as if the sun was shining on this gloomy place for the first time in 10,000 years.

But no matter how hot the light was, there was darkness that could not be dispelled, and the moment the light feathers of the divine storm dissipated, in front of the panting Arthas, Tyrion still stood calmly in the shadows that enveloped his body.

On his arm, some golden flames were still burning, like fire oil attached to a living being.

"Smack"

The High Lord waved his hand, easily extinguishing the fire on his arm, and he lifted the Ember Bringer to the ground, looking at Arthas with a hint of appreciation in his ice-blue eyes.

"That hand just now, that's good."

"If it weren't for the fact that I'm so much better than you, maybe I'd be hurt."

It sounds like a harsh sarcasm, but whether it is Tyrion or Arthas, they can hear the praise in this sentence, it is true that Arthas is at most an enhanced version of the high-level knight, he may not even be able to beat Gianna in a state of magic explosion, but he is still very young, and he has full potential.

And Tyrion was not wrong, if he fought Arthas in another person, facing the flash of holy light that the young king had just shot, even a high-level death knight would be too close to be immune to all the divine damage.

"You really have a talent hidden beneath your body."

The High Lord looked at the vigilant Arthas:

"Forgive me for looking away for the first time, the degree of compatibility between you guy and the power of the Holy Light is really unexpectedly high, it has grown to this level in just a few years, it seems that I should treat you as a confidant."

"You're not invincible."

Faced with the evaluation of the great lord, the young king's ten fingers tightened his hammer, and he said in a deep voice:

"I already have the confidence to defeat you, what I need... Maybe it's just time. ”

"Huh?"

Tyrion smiled, he turned his head to look at the frost sorrow floating around him, and he whispered:

"What? Don't want this magic sword now? ”

"Let me tell you, what that voice tells you is true, as long as you hold this sword, you will immediately gain the power that can temporarily rival me, and as long as you are willing to give more, you can indeed become a second me."

"What you want to achieve is right in front of you, and as long as you reach out and touch the future, you... Are you really tempted? ”

Arthas was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again, and in those blue eyes, a flash of vigilance, his gaze swept over the black magic sword, and he said:

"Respond to your words with that one of yours... I'm not going to be you, Tyrion, I'm going to be better than you! ”

"This realization..."

Tyrion smiled dumbly, he let go of one hand, and waved the Ember Bringer with one hand, and he looked at Arthas:

"This realization is the first thing I teach you today, I'm going to teach you the second thing now, are you ready to listen?"

The latter didn't answer, and Tyrion didn't need to answer.

He took a step forward, and at this moment, the death energy in the body of the Great Lord exploded, and a pressure like facing the death god smashed Arthas's body, although it was only an intangible and substantial momentum similar to "Long Wei", but at this moment, it really suppressed his actions.

He only had time to raise his warhammer high in the air in his instinctive warning, and then burst out all the holy light energy in his body, and then in the next second, nearly 20 ash messengers of dark sword shadows smashed Arthas's warhammer at the same moment.

The sturdy hammer inherited from the Naminethil family was easily split in two the moment it touched, and the moment the blade touched Arthas's body, Tyrion's wrist flipped and the blade changed from a slash to a slap.

"Bang"

The young king's eyes were dark, as if he had been hit head-on by a giant battering ram, and at the moment when he was slapped on the chest by the cold blade, Arthas completely lost control of his body and the holy light, and he flew backwards like a ball that had been slapped away by a clumsy naughty boy, in the cavern of this 10,000-year-old glacier.

Those crystal clear icebergs, those ice and snow that were rolled up by great force, those fragments scattered and flying because of the impact, and even the solid earth were "plowed" under this crushing heavy blow, and a clear cut was "plowed".

"Bang"

The shadow shattered the main body of the glacier, and as the entire Coldwind Cavern began to crumble, Arthas lay weakly in the ground that had been blasted out of the ground with a loud bang that resounded throughout the Dragonbone Wilderness.

Under the protection of the Holy Light, he was not in danger of life, but his whole body was full of terrible wounds from abrasions, and half of his body was buried under the shattered frozen soil.

"Huh"

Tyrion appeared beside Arthas, and with his wrist he flicked the young king's cheek with his cold blade, and the moment Arthas opened his eyes, he heard the voice of the High Lord with sarcasm:

"That's the second thing I'm teaching you today, Arthas. Minahill. ”

"You do have talent, but geniuses who don't grow to the extreme are no different from mediocre people, you need time to make yourself strong, and until then, you'd better be careful to avoid the really strong people... And not a reckless headlong bump. ”

"Maybe you will be a headache for me in the future, but in my eyes, you are now immature and do not know how to protect yourself, the value of your death is basically the same as the value of your existence, about the same... 0！ ”

"Hehe, it's a pity..."

With a low, mocking laugh from the hum of the Ember Bringer, Tyrion stood beside Arthas with his sword in his hand, the blade aimed in the air at the king's chest.

"Future Light Warriors, your time has gone to zero..."

"Let him go! Demon! ”

A high-pitched female voice crossed the barrier of the wind and snow at this moment, appearing in the ears of Arthas and Tyrion, and along with it, there was also a cloud of extremely cold magical energy, and its target was Tyrion, who was ready to kill the killer.

And the Great Lord of the Dark Blade smashed the cold energy with an expressionless wave of his hand, and he looked at the figures that rushed out of the wind and snow, and in his heart, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"The procrastinating guys are finally here... If you had been a little later, it would have been very difficult to continue the play. ”

"What an incompetent actor..."