"You despicable degenerate—" Uther's roar echoed through the ruined throne hall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next to him, the war between light and darkness has begun.

Paladin's golden glow.

The dark glow of the Death Knight.

Each other!

Every second, someone is falling.

Or the human knight who shouted his holy name a moment ago.

Or the former royal guard who fell again without a trace, and now the death knight.

"Despicable? depraved? What does the world's opinion have to do with me? I just need to be in a good mood, I just need strength! Hahahahaha!"

Frost Sorrow chirped wickedly at Arthas's wild laughter, screaming not only in his hands, but also in his head, eager to fight. Arthas clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and with the T-step given to him by Uther at his feet, he raised his sword in an offensive stance.

For a moment, Uther's gaze seemed to travel back in time, and he arrived at Arthas thirteen years ago, the little prince Arthas who worshipped under his door and learned the way of battle, the way of the Holy Light, with supreme zeal!

Uther withdrew his gaze from the memories and looked at Arthas for a moment, before slowly raising the blazing Flame Warhammer.

"I've never been willing to believe the news that 'you've fallen into a death knight and killed your father'. The paladin leader's voice was hoarse, and there were tears in his eyes: "Until I saw the ruined city of Lordaeron with my own eyes, and saw the remains of His Majesty......"

At this moment, Arthas felt his father's unobtrusive eyes focus on him, and he felt Uther's words make his soul tremble.

He hated this feeling of weakness, and deliberately let the dark light on his body shine a little, and glanced sideways at his father's corpse, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Do you believe it now!?"

Who knows, Uther actually said to himself: "I thought you were childish when you were a child. Your stubborn recklessness is what I understand to mean that young people are eager to step out of the shadow of their parents. In the orphanage—"

When the orphanage was mentioned, the faces of the master and apprentice were equally gloomy.

Uther raised her head: "Yes, the Light has forgiven my heart. Even if it was a tragedy in its true right...... After that day, I've been praying that you'll realize your mistakes. ”

"A mistake, yes, I was wrong again and again, but why didn't you stop me at the time!?" Arthas continued to glare at Uther after blaming the blame on his master.

Uther's mouth was filled with bitterness: "I cannot be an enemy of the son of my lord. ”

Arthas squeezed out a smile, and the two began to confront each other: "But now you do." ”

"This is my last promise to your father, my deceased friend. Even though his own son killed him when he was defenseless and unarmed, I must at least have his remains respected. ”

"You and your people will die because of your promises. Arthas looked at the dwindling paladins in the arena with a slight sneer.

The paladins are strong, but for the equivalent of an endless number of enemies, this strength, this holy light, is only as weak as fireflies in the night.

"Death? maybe. We were all mentally prepared for this before we came. Uther didn't care: "I'd rather die for my vows than live under your mercy." I'm glad Terenus is dead, and I'm glad he didn't have to see what the hell you've become. ”

These words made Alsace ...... It hurts.

This reaction was something he had not anticipated. The prince was there, and the emotions in his heart were fiercely engaged. And Uther, who already had the advantage, took advantage of his moment of hesitation to strike first.

"For the Light!" Uther roared, swinging his hammer back slightly, before slashing at Arthas with all his might. The blazing giant hammer struck so quickly, and the roaring wind made people feel like the Holy Light Warhammer had torn through the space.

It was a hammer like the sun falling.

With no room to dodge at all, Arthas had to grit his teeth and raise his sword to block.

"Bang-"

There was a loud bang.

The impact was so great that Alsace almost collapsed.

Alsace lost a lot.

Almost as soon as the swords and hammers intersected, Arthas felt weakness in his arms and abdomen. The body reborn with the power of darkness is not as good as the body that has been trained for more than twenty years. The aftermath of being cut off in the battle with Duke finally appeared at this time.

And because of the huge amount of magic that [Frost Sorrow] spent to heal him before, coupled with the instability of Arthas's dark heart, the direct result was that the dignified magic sword [Frost Sorrow] was actually smashed into a small crack by the strongest paladin Uther with an epic mortal iron sledgehammer.

"No—" Arthas looked horrified.

"Destroy—Arthas!" Uther cried out like thunder, his whiskers rising in the wind, as if he were a mortal god.

The second hammer, Arthas said that he would not dare to take anything. The agile pace he had gained from long training saved him.

Even though he was nearly hit, he barely managed to dodge, and the undead king could feel the air rushing across his face as the hammer swept through it.

Uther's expression was calm and focused...... And exudes murderous aura. At this moment, he had only one thought - to destroy the rebel son of this king.

It is his duty to stop the spread of evil.

In the same way, Arthas knew there was no turning back. He is no longer a living man, and after crossing the taboo of life and death, he can only go further and further on the path of depravity.

Even without being reminded by the Dreadlord of the Demon King, he knew that it was his duty to kill his former mentor.

He must erase his past...... All the past. Otherwise it will always keep raising its head and give him a false sweet hope, as if it were still possible for him to receive mercy and forgiveness.

Uther pursued continuously, and with twelve hammers blasted, Arthas retreated twenty-four paces all the way to the edge of the throne. Suddenly, Arthas found his hind feet on the edge of the Lordaeron throne.

There is no way back!

Had to fight back!

It was a roar of despair, and Arthas slashed down with his sword, taking advantage of the flaw that Uther had exerted too hard in anger.

Who knows, it was a flaw that Uther deliberately exposed!

[Frost Sorrow] blows into the air.

"Foolish disciple, have you forgotten what the art of luring enemies is?" grabbed Arthas's wrist with his left hand, and hung the Holy Light Warhammer over Arthas's head with his right hand, as long as Uther wanted to. This future Lich King will fall here forever, and the souls destroyed by the Light will no longer have the possibility of carrying the will and legacy of the Lich King.

At that moment, Arthas smiled evilly.

Behind him, the body of the long-dead Terenus swooped down on Uther!

Looking at the familiar outline of the Lord's rotten face, as long as he had a holy light, he could destroy the Lord who had become a zombie and get out of the predicament, but Uther was momentarily blind.

When Uther reacted, he found that he had already held the body of Terenus, and that the evil magic sword had pierced through his lord and his body.

"This is the victory of my Arthas!, my teacher!" was the phrase that plunged Uther into the dark abyss. (To be continued.) )