In the midst of a miserable ruin, in the face of the dense undead around them, the remaining knights showed despair, at this moment, the undead separated a path, and Arthas, who was holding a magic sword, stepped into the encirclement, his gray eyes reflected the figure of the remaining dozen knights. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Great! Guys who can survive my army of the undead... You are all the best warriors of the Light!"

Arthas laughed wildly, and he raised the magic sword that began to emit purple energy,

"But from this day forward, you will be my warriors! I need you, for me, for the great undead scourge, to fight on the battlefield!"

"Dream, Arthas, you madman who has ruined your country! Don't think we'll submit to you!"

The bloodied old knight stood in front of the crowd with his hammer and roared at Arthas.

But Arthas was not angry, he looked at the unyielding knights, stretched out his left hand, and gestured with contempt.

"Come, try to defeat me, if you can overcome me, you can leave, but the price of defeat is your soul!"

The knights looked at each other, and no one flinched, and one by one they took up their weapons, agitated the few remnants of the Holy Light, and rushed towards Arthas.

But courage can't make up for the huge gap between the two sides, a few minutes later, the last knight was pierced by the magic sword, looking at a small piece of soul into the frost sorrow, Arthas raised his left hand with satisfaction, with his slowly raised palm, the corpses of the knights killed by the frost sorrow, slowly stood up.

Their eyes shone with blood-red light, and the holy light in their bodies had been dispelled, and they were instead infused with more powerful evil power.

They all half-knelt in front of Arthas, these Death Knights who were empowered by Frost Grief, these Death Knights who were transformed by Arthas himself, were all wise and conscious dark warriors who existed in the cursed body.

Arthas turned and said to the loyal guards who followed him,

"My faithful Pharyk, prepare my warriors with the equipment they need, and give them enough soldiers to take Mavien and Thassarian to plunder, to kill, Sidaronmir... This land is mine!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Faric was just about to turn around and leave, but in his cold heart, the voice of Arthas suddenly appeared,

"When they're gone, Farrick, with the best of the soldiers, come with me to the Crusader fortress!

Faric froze, but his entire face was buried in a near-enclosed helmet, and there was no expression at all, just a brief pause before Faric's body continued on.

Arthas looked in the direction of Sidaron Mill, and the chatter voice came into his head.

"Aha, my ashes, in the Crusader fortress, destroy it, so that your army can go straight to East Dalongmir, which is fantastic, isn't it?"

"I'm just going to retrieve your ashes... Didn't you say that the sunwell of Quel'Salas would make you stronger? That's where the real battle really goes!"

A hideous look appeared on Arthas's face,

"But... Uther, he... Will take my place and become the sharpest dark sword to sweep away Lordaeron!oh... It's wonderful!"

A day later, in the crusader fortress, Uther looked at the five battle reports in his hand with a solemn face, the situation deteriorated faster than he imagined, after Arthas entered Sidaronmir, in just one day, all the five guards except the Valley of the Hearth fell!

There are more than one knight who saw hordes of death knights roaring past, and there were also worm-type undead who could pass through the ground, these were things that Uther hadn't considered before, and combined with the badge that Dick had taken back before, the Barov family might have suffered misfortune as well, if the island in the center of Lake Daronmere was occupied by the undead... Uther couldn't have imagined the horror of the scene.

The Crusader fortresses and the camp of the cold winds will be attacked on their backs!

"Alessandro, how are your injuries?"

Uther looked at his most loyal comrade, and the old knight snorted,

"I can go out at any time! It looks like my old bones are going to be spilled here eventually!"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Alessandro, the elven rangers have arrived, as long as the griffin brigade of the Hammer Dwarves is repaired, we will at least defend the Crusader fortress, it will not be a problem. ”

Uther persuaded, but just as he was about to continue talking, a knight ran into the office, and he looked at Uther and Alessandro in panic, and just as the two great knights, who were very respectful of etiquette, frowned and wanted to scold, the knight stammered.

"The Great Knight... The undead, the undead blocked the entrance to the fortress! Alsace!"

"What!"

"What did you say!"

The two great knights stood up one after the other, both seeing the surprise on each other's faces, and Uther grabbed the hammer and was about to walk out, only to be grabbed by Alessandro's arm.

"Wait, Uther, you're no match for him, you haven't seen that dark power! I'll go with you, plus Dasohan and Gavinrad, they just so happen to be here!"

Uther looked back at his old friend, his brow furrowed,

"Are you crazy? Alessandro, four great knights together?"

Alessandro's face was solemn, and he picked up the long sword beside the chair,

"No, Uther, I'm not crazy! you'll know when you see your former disciple, he... He's a real monster! I've felt that power firsthand... Knight, go and inform Grand Knight Dathohan and Grand Knight Gavin Rad and tell them that we are in trouble!"

Five minutes later, the horn inside the Crusader fortress sounded, the gates of the fortress were pushed open, and Uther, Alessandro, Dasohan, Gavin Rad, four heavily armed grand knights walked out with hundreds of paladins, and in the clearing not far from them, a figure wearing a black cape, wearing blue-black skull armor, and holding a blue-black frost sword was facing away from them.

Behind that figure, dense ghouls, abominations, skeletons, and even several huge monster-like insect monsters, like a neat army, guarded Arthas, the arrival of this black army made the temperature around the crusader fortress drop several degrees at this moment.

"Alsace... My disciple... You... What's wrong with you?"

Although he was already prepared in his heart, when he really saw Arthas with pale hair and a thin face, Uther couldn't help but take a step forward, and his trembling voice was full of solemnity and loss.

Hearing Uther's voice, Arthas turned his head, and a smile appeared on his stiff face,

"Oh, look who this is... Uther, Lightbringer, the last guardian of Lordaeron? Come forward and die!"

"Arrogance!"

Dasohan cursed angrily, drew the Crusader sword behind his back and was about to rush forward, only to be grabbed by Uther's arm.

"Let me end the mistakes I made at the beginning!"

Uther closed his eyes, put his helmet on top of his head, and held the war hammer behind his back, at this moment, his eyes opened, which were full of determined looks, and a huge amount of endless holy light began to converge on Uther's body, although Uther liked to say that Dick was the one who the Holy Light loved, but at this moment, the total amount of Holy Light that was nearly ten times more than Dick's was silently telling who was its most favored warrior.

Uther walked towards Arthas step by step, and Arthas, who was holding the magic sword, also walked towards Uther step by step, the momentum of the two increased rapidly, and two pairs of holy light wings appeared behind Uther, setting him off like an angel, and the black, green and red light surged on Arthas's body, this is the power of death, plague and blood, just the knights who are close to the battlefield, can feel the blood boiling in their bodies.

"I will purify you with my own hands!

"Oh... Do you have what it takes?"

"Bell!"

The magic sword surging with endless cold air and the war hammer wrapped in holy light struck each other fiercely.

Although Uther's courage was already extremely strong, after the first attack, he knew that Arthas was already strong enough that he had to fight desperately, the paladin took three steps back, moved his soreness arm, pulled out the holy book hanging from his waist with his left hand, and casually turned a page, stroking his fingers on it.

In the next moment, four auras composed entirely of holy light rose around Uther's body.

Clenched fists, brilliant crowns, heavy shields and crosses in rings.

This represents the blessing of power, the blessing of the king, the blessing of protection and the blessing of wisdom The holy light spells were applied to Uther's body, and instantly made the already heavy holy light energy a little stronger again, Dick's talent also has blessing skills, but he chose the aura, and now it seems that Uther should specialize in blessing spells.

The aura spell is a group boost, and the blessing spell can effectively increase the combat power of a single entity.

Uther... Desperate!

At the moment when the master and apprentice were fighting for their lives, Dick, who had just returned to the Cold Wind Camp, walked out of Herrod's tent tiredly, this guy's life was very hard, and Dick treated his wounds in time, so it only took a period of rest to recuperate, and he could recover his combat effectiveness.

Dick had also heard the news of the Death Knights yesterday, and he was thinking about how to stop the frenzy of attacks, but an unexpected mission was triggered at this time.

"Drop... Trigger the quest, "The Light Will Go Out"!"

"Due to your intervention, the battle between Uther and Arthas was triggered early, but according to the current situation, it is difficult for the unprepared Uther to evade the pursuit of death, it is time for you to play!

"Note: This task is the first node of "Large Task - Pause of the Historical Wheel", and it cannot be abandoned.

"Whew... Damn!"

Dick froze for three seconds, then ran quickly to the stable, caught him off guard by the battle between Uther and Arthas, but now was no longer the time to think about it.

You must not die until I arrive!