In the past, the beautiful city of Lordaeron was silent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The traces of the horrific killings of a few days ago are still plagiarated throughout the city, with the pure white tower nearly half crumbling and the once ornate streets littered with rubble and scratches on the walls.

Dark black blood splattered on the walls, on the avenue, and a few stinky pieces of minced flesh.

Most of the undead had been transferred to Dalaran a few days ago to participate in the great battle that was attempted to destroy the City of Mages. Only a few of the undead with incomplete bones crawled around the city in a bit of a daze.

A hurried sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the war horse exuding divine brilliance trampled on a zombie with only half of its body left, and even its intestines were dragging outside, giving the sad undead the last rest.

On the wide avenue of Lordaeron, eight knights opened the way in front, four horse-drawn carts and several guards in the middle, and eight knights followed closely behind.

Obviously, this is a funeral procession that is out of place in this city of dead horrors, because the car is loaded with funeral accessories. Very grand decoration, perhaps in a hurry, the style of the jewelry is a little out of tune, but it is obviously given to a certain dignitary.

"Stop! this is the territory of His Majesty Arthas Minethir, the great king of the dead......! Ahh

The fragile skeleton soldier was touched by the front breastplate of the heavily armed warhorse that was galloping at high speed, and it was directly scattered into meaningless pieces. And the lich was directly slashed by the knight who took the lead, like playing polo, and directly burst his chest.

The Lich's spells didn't come in handy at all, his [Shadow Arrow] was directly canceled out by the purer golden light of the lead paladin, and its soul was evaporated in an instant.

Without the high-ranking undead to stop them, this team of paladins magically struck straight through the east gate, breaking through several teams of low-level lich troops, and rushing straight into the palace, where the gate had collapsed.

Outside the empty throne hall. Twelve paladins scattered around on their horses, clearing the surrounding undead, while eight knights in silver armor jumped down and lined up in two columns,

They carried a huge coffin on their strong arms, and the dim light shone softly on the coffin, and it was clearly visible that the coffin had the royal coat of arms of Minethil carved in gold.

They are what Tikdios calls 'uninvited guests'.

Arthas suddenly understood why the Dreadlord was so excited.

Standing at the entrance to the side hall of the throne, Arthas could clearly see that the paladin who was leading the way was in a unique position, and his golden winged shoulder armor was also unique.

Arthas's hands suddenly trembled, and he had to grapple with more force to grasp Frost's sorrow. He suppressed all the hesitations and apprehensions in his heart, and ordered his subordinates to do it.

Almost at the same moment, the corpse that had fallen in the throne hall moved.

It's not the low-level undead who staggered and can't stand on their feet, but a low-waisted bow that is more like a tiger before predation.

Outside each window, long since the glass had been shattered, stood a low-ranking lich, holding a staff that emitted an ominous light, facing the paladins.

The caveman emerged from under the dirt of the palace lawn, his sharp mouthparts trembling.

The party that ventured into the Hall of the Throne was made up almost entirely of exceptional paladins, but there were not many of them, and the undead forces of Arthas, who had long been ambushed here, easily surrounded them.

The paladins lowered the coffin and drew their weapons, but instead of making a move, they stood in a circle and glanced at a tall, gray-haired man holding the coffin, waiting for his command.

Uther—it couldn't have been anyone else—he stared blankly at the former student he had walked into from the side hall, but there were noticeably more wrinkles on his face than Arthas remembered.

Staring at Arthas standing in front of him, Uther looked calm, but the fire of justice burned in his eyes.

Uther pointed to the corpse, which was limp on the throne with a large hole in its chest, and had begun to decompose, and said, "I am the one who gives your father the last rest!"

Arthas raised his rune sword: "As long as his soul is still in the sword, he will never be able to rest in peace!"

Uther's facial muscles twitched with pain, and his voice rose sharply, like a whip tearing through the air: "You'd better get out of the way at once." Otherwise, I can't promise not to do anything to you at your father's funeral. ”

It was Arthas's turn to twitch his cheeks, and he replied in a rough voice, "Fate has made us so. By the way, your knights have been disbanded by me, so why are you standing here?"

"Hahaha!" Uther laughed, though bitter, but not fake, "Do you really think that you can dissolve the Silver Hand by power? Why am I standing here? by virtue of my declaration of allegiance to Terenus Minehir, just because I am still a paladin! Oh - I forgot, you are also a paladin, I mean before. ”

Paladin!

A word that was once familiar and yet incredibly distant.

Alsace did not forget.

His heart tossed and turned in his chest, and for a moment, he lowered his sword.

But then a whisper came again, reminding him of the power he had now, emphasizing to him that the path of Light could not bring him what he desired. Arthas clenched Frost Sorrow again.

"Going from Paladin to Death Knight is dramatic, isn't it? It was a pleasant process, but I didn't have time to catch up. You must die!

At this moment, Uther's face finally showed extreme anger.

He glared at Arthas with a fiery gaze that seemed to destroy everything, and was extremely shocked: "Holy light is above, if you want to fight, I can fight for you." But can't you wait for us to collect your father's remains?Arthas, whose kingdom has fallen to you, why do you want to blaspheme him again?

Father -

Arthas glanced back at his father's eyes, which had not yet closed their eyes and were not yet beginning to rot.

Dead eyes still seemed to be watching him.

A tremor spread throughout Arthas's body.

"Is it blasphemous? "Is it depraved?" he murmured, not so much in answer as in his own words.

It seems that this is another reason for the sinister grin of the Dreadlord when he announces the order, and it knows exactly who is coming. This is clearly another test for the Lich King, to see if Arthas can face off against his mentor...... Can you go further and desecrate your father's bones?

Alsace had enough.

He held up [Frost Sorrow] and shook his head, "No!

"Why!?" Uther's eyes widened with rage.

"For greater power!" (To be continued.) )