Uther * Lightbringer!

Unlike the old immortal father who was very indifferent to his family, who was almost strict with his son on the surface, and who had been on the throne for decades, in Arthas's heart, this was a perfect elder. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Arthas can have a lot of grievances with his father, King Terenus, such as the fact that he almost sold his sister Kalia in order to covet the land of Alterac, such as his firm grip on power and stubbornly rejecting everything new, such as ......

But the only time he regretted Uther was that Uther did not support him during the orphanage incident.

He could find ten thousand reasons to kill his father, but not a single reason to kill Uther.

He was honest, he was brave, he was loving, he was religious, and he taught Alsace everything he knew.

Arthas had thought that after the Fall, he would easily raise his sword against Uther.

However, when Frost Grief pierced his father's broken remains, pierced Uther's armor, and plunged the magic sword into Uther's chest, Arthas realized that he could not accept in his heart that he had killed Uther.

Suddenly I cried.

The undead have no tears.

Squeezed out of the dried tear ducts was the power of darkness as black as ink.

The black power of evil condensed into a liquid that flowed over Arthas's unchiseled face.

Arthas knew his face was intimidating.

He also knew that he would be ridiculed and ridiculed by the Dreadlord when he turned back.

He just couldn't help it.

However, the initial pain was only for a short moment, and then came an increase in strength.

Right!

Deeper depravity, stronger evil!

Frost Sorrow is cheering, and evil from across the City of Death resonates with the sword, gathering its power on Arthas.

The power of darkness was stronger and purer, and every element of his soul was rejoicing.

Kicking Uther, who had lost his strength and his body was beginning to slump, Arthas raised Frost Grief and screamed.

"Hahahaha!Haha!Is this the sweetness of power?haha!Is this the power that is enough to defeat Duke Marcus and sweep away everything in the world?" The strong contrast made the pleasure in Arthas's heart more and more obvious and higher and higher.

It's the thrill of melting your brain and soul into thousands of bubbles!

At this moment, the fallen prince suddenly heard a sneer.

That's Uther!

"Hey, hey, poor kid......"

Arthas lowered his head in dismay, expecting to see anger, fear, horror, or regret in the eyes of the dying Uther.

Who knows, what he saw was actually ...... Commiseration!

That's right!

It is mercy that only looks at the weak.

This feeling made Alsace's good mood disappear just now.

"You!are laughing!!?" Arthas knew by feeling that his face would be hideous.

"It seems...... I can't do it...... Salvation for you!, but you say...... You can take down Duke...... I can't help but want to laugh!" Blood began to gush from the moment the Fallen Prince drew his magic sword, and Uther weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why, why!?" Arthas angrily grabbed the top of Uther's breastplate and dragged him up.

"A stronger presence than Duke...... There are many, but none of them can defeat him...... Ogrim can't...... Naozu can't do it...... Sargeras can't...... You can't. Hoohoo!hahahaha!"

"No, I'm the strongest! I'm ...... No, bastard, don't die so quickly!" Arthas was shocked to find that Uther had already taken his last breath in laughter.

Sensing that Frostmourn had imprisoned Uther's soul, Arthas decided to turn Uther into a Death Knight.

"Corrupt, degenerate, my master!" should have been an easy thing to do in the eyes of the fallen prince.

Soon, Alsace's face was once again shocked.

Among the thousands of souls who were forcibly muscled by the magic sword, Arthas easily found the golden soul that belonged only to Uther.

However, no matter how much he drove the sword to corrupt and drown Uther's soul, infusing a thousand, ten thousand, and a hundred thousand people with wails and fear, Uther's holy soul still stubbornly rejected his and Frostmourn's power, and resisted his and the Lich King's terrifying will.

"No—" screamed the prince, who angrily killed all the living paladins in the palace, and then turned them all into death knights with a thousandfold increase in magic.

These paladins all had strong beliefs in the Divine Faith, but in the end their souls were still tainted.

He was incredibly sure that the power of the magic sword had not weakened.

But!

He couldn't bring Uther's soul to its knees!

The light had dissipated from Uther's colder body, and Arthas could certainly turn Uther's corpse into the filthiest of zombies or skeletons.

But that's pointless!

A corpse without a soul can only become the most scum low-level undead.

This only proves that he still lost!

Lost to Uther's stubbornness!

Lost to Uther's will!

Lost to Uther's persistence!

This intense frustration was lodged in Alsace's chest. Make him feel like he's going crazy!

For a moment, Arthas almost wanted to disassemble Uther's body to vent his anger.

The Last ......

Arthas let out a long howl in his back to the sky.

Summoning a cultist of the Cursed God, Arthas ordered, "Throw Uther's body out." Throw me away from the city of Lordaeron. ”

The cultist later carried out Arthas's orders perfectly, and on his way back to the psychic academy in Keldaron, he dumped Uther's body on the side of the road.

Later, it was the famous Uther's Tomb......

But at this moment, Arthas vented his frenzied resentment until the two Dreadlords stepped into the throne hall with a smirk.

"It didn't turn out well for you, but you did a good job with the Lich King's mission!" Tikdios laughed.

His laughter made Arthas sick.

"When will we strike Dalaran again?" and where he falls, he rises, and Alsace believes in this iron rule.

"Dalaran? Dalaran is no longer a problem. With the sound of Tikdios' laughter, the Dreadlord's wings vibrated continuously, adding an immensely large shadow to the room. (To be continued.) )