It wasn't the Scarlet Crusaders who found Arthas's lair, but Arthas took the initiative to find Uther. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, with the caveman demons led by Anubarak, Arthas could easily spot the traces of these paladins.

The cold and windy icecrown glacier, once a master and apprentice, has now become a mortal enemy.

Looking at Arthas, wrapped in thick armor, Uther had a lot to say, but he couldn't open his mouth - not because of the howling winds of Icecrown, but because he didn't know how to say it.

In any case, Alsace is really depraved.

That Alsace, who was so righteous that he was almost paranoid, really degenerated.

Others may not know why, but after so many years as a teacher, how could Uther not know the inside story?

"Terenus...... Your ambition has led to destruction...... That good, righteous child of Alsace is now depraved - I don't even know if there is Alsace now! ”

And Arthas looked at the old man in front of him, and for a moment there was a rare mood swing - you know, when Frost Sorrow was inserted into Terenus's heart with his own hand, Arthas was extremely calm.

"Such a soul must be used by me!"

The cold wind swirled in the snowflakes in mid-air, and Uther took off his helmet, allowing the white snowflakes to mingle with his white hair.

Arthas shook his cloak and lifted the Frost Sorrow in his hand, his hair peeking out of his helmet white in the night.

Quelthugad and Mograine stood far from each other, handing over the battlefield to their former master and apprentice.

It was Uther who made the first move.

Uther tightened her grip on the hammer in her hand, expertly infusing it with the power of the Light.

The steel hammer wasn't a well-known weapon—Uther didn't need any artifact, as long as it was weighty and durable. After years of fighting, Uther felt that he and the hammer had a "tacit understanding", and with a wave of his hand, a hammer of sanction made of pure light that was identical to the warhammer had appeared above Arthas's head.

Alsace lost his emotions, but he did not lose his memory. As a disciple of Uther's careful teaching, he was all too familiar with the way the Sanction Initiation was fought, as Arthas had in the past.

But now, Arthas with the Frost Sorrow in his hand is no longer what it used to be, and after merging with Naozu, Arthas has mastered his use of Shadows.

Raising Frost Grief with the same understatement, a shadow entangled the Hammer of Sanction, the Light and the shadow sneered when it came into contact, and then returned to nothingness.

At the same time, Uther had already rushed forward with a war hammer in his hand.

The heavy hammer slammed directly into Arthas's chest, and Arthas was reluctant to back down, lifting the Frost Sorrow in front of his chest.

The hammer and sword intersected, and Uther erupted in blazing light.

The bright light not only burned Arthas's eyes, but also his body—the thick armor seemed to be burned red, and Arthas felt a burning pain in his chest.

Pain?

Arthas suddenly realized that he was already dead, and that the pain did not come from his body, but from his soul.

This is the power of the Light - Arthas was once so familiar with it, but now it is on the side of the hostile.

But, so what?

Arthas sneered disdainfully, he was no longer the ridiculous prince!

Suddenly, Frost Sorrow pushed away the heavy hammer.

Seizing Uther's brief stiffness, Arthas began to fight back.

Led by Frostmourn, Arthas transformed into a skilled swordsman, and Frostsorrow unleashed a stormy attack on Uther as if he had come to life.

Under the fierce attack, Uther could barely believe his eyes.

Is this still the same Arthas who is as good at wielding a warhammer as he is? Uther believed that even Musaro of the Fireblade Clan, swordsmanship was nothing more!

Alsace attacked, Uther defended, and in the snowstorm, the former master and apprentice fought together.

As the hammer and the sword collided again and again, Uther's breath finally became rapid—and Arthas continued to stroll.

Uther is old.

Even under the favor of the Light, Uther's body was still strong, but the years still left too many traces on him.

What's more, the enemy he faces is a tireless dead.

Uther felt like she was running out of power.

The Lightbringer's vision began to blur, and the sweat that had been rapidly evaporating began to freeze.

Mograine also noticed that something was wrong, and he wanted to go up to help Uther - but Kel'thugad was staring at him, and Mograine did not dare to move.

Uther's defenses eventually failed.

After parrying Arthas's attack again, Uther's arm went numb and he couldn't block Arthas's next blow.

Frost Sorrow cut through Uther's gauntlets, leaving a deep wound on his left arm, bleeding for a moment.

Seeing that things were not good, Mograini didn't care too much, and he directly brandished the Ash Messenger to come up to help—and was then pinned down by Kel'thugad's ice ring.

In such a short moment, Uther was injured again, this time, with a broken rib.

Facing Arthas's attack, Uther was no longer defensive, he raised his hammer, jumped high, and smashed it into Arthas.

"Old thing, you taught me not to jump in battle."

Arthas whispered, then shook Frost's Sorrow and flirted at Uther from the bottom up.

Uther didn't dodge - or rather, he didn't dodge at all.

The battle armor on his chest was cut. Uther was nearly disemboweled, but his purpose was achieved.

"Repent! Alsace! ”

Arthas suddenly had a splitting headache, and Uther's voice seemed to appear in his head, almost making Arthas feel repentant!

When Arthas, having escaped Uther's confession, opened his eyes again, Uther was already half-kneeling in front of him, motionless.

Uther, who had been killed in battle, was frozen into an ice sculpture in the bitter cold.

Mograine's eyes were red, and the Ember Messenger erupted with an incomparably bright holy light, forcing Kel'thugad to retreat one after another.

"That's enough." Arthas spoke in a low voice, as if to Kel'thugad, and to Mograine, "Go!" ”

With that, Arthas turned slowly, and disappeared into the snowstorm with the sorrow of the frost.