Memories come and go like a tidal wave......

There are no undead plagues, no cursed plagues, no orc riots, and no deceit. Only between the green mountains and green waters, a young prince, a young courtier, and a young and silent little girl, the three of them grew up little by little, became stronger little by little, and little by little made Uther feel old.

Arthas and Edlan are two naughty ghosts, as long as there is no training, one is not careful, there is no trace of them in the camp, but Uther is very happy to see that his proud disciple who is always a little anxious can really make a good friend of the same age; Vanessa is not a worrying child, although she is very hard to learn the way of the Holy Light, she is more suitable for walking in the shadows, Uther has seen more than once that she has practiced the skills of the Stalker after meditating on the Holy Light in the grove in the back mountain, which makes him feel very complicated, but he feels that the Holy Light is too harsh, the child who worked so hard did not get the reward he deserved......

It was the most peaceful day in the kingdom, the day when the prince and his courtiers were most closely related, and the day when they respected themselves the most, and Uther even thought that it would be great if it could go on like this......

But now, the young prince has become a murderer who destroys the country, kills his father, and slaughters the people he once swore to protect...... And he, Uther, the strongest paladin who had been given the name Lightbringer, was now on the cutting of his favorite disciple......

How sad is that......

"Uh-bell!

As if to wake up the old fellow who had wandered in the fierce fight, Arthas stepped up his attack! Each slash of Frostmourn could leave an icy blue color in the air, and when this frozen air touched the blazing holy light, the two were like natural rivals, entangled, and finally vaporized and dissipated together......

Uther and Arthas were like fighting each other, and the energy that burst out of the two was almost instantly canceled out, turning into a pure power competition, which was very similar to the training between the two when they were still master and apprentice...... Now it's up to Uther to explain on the spot which of Arthas's moves is not right, when the timing of the power burst is not good, and which attack is not precise enough......

With the blessing of the magic sword called Frost Sorrow, Arthas's combat experience was immense, and he could deeply feel that he had always had all kinds of shortcomings in martial arts, and now every movement was so perfect, so perfect that he felt a little incredible. Because of the simple competition of martial arts in the past, every time Uther would use his rich experience and experienced skills to play a "coaching match" with himself, which always made him very aggrieved when he was eager to prove himself.

Well, now Arthas is not only in terms of energy, but also in martial arts, which can fully match the mentor he once looked up to, which makes him one of the few pleasures after becoming a death knight, even if he personally sent the frost sorrow into his father's chest, he even felt a little like a "living" emotion, rather than a cold death knight.

"Bell!"

The magic sword and the warhammer collided violently again, this blow Uther blocked with some difficulty and took a few steps back, he went from being able to fight Arthas in a close fight, to now becoming a defense-oriented counterattack, which shows how great his consumption has been in these few minutes.

But Arthas was unforgiving, and the magic sword continued to pick, slash, sweep, and slash, carrying his inexhaustible power of death and frost, forcing Uther back one at a time.

"You're really amazing to me, Uther, it looks like you're going to be a worthy High Lord of Death. Alsace felt that he, the "mentor", could go so far in the face of his own greatness.

Uther picked up the hammer again, undoing the massive damage from one of Arthas's pursuits, and he was once again knocked back a few steps, "Whew—you've got a lot of nonsense after being like this!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Arthas did not attack immediately, but was talking nonsense to him, Uther quietly increased the extraction and maintenance of the Holy Energy, because at the beginning just now, the cold freezing gas mixed with each of Arthas's heavy blows could no longer be completely offset by the fiery "coat" condensed by his Holy Energy, and those freezing gases began to slowly penetrate into Uther's arm, until he increased the output of the Holy Energy to make it subside......

But often at this time, the next blow of Alsace comes!

"I've taught you that drooling in front of your prey is a third-rate hunter's practice!" Uther felt his strength regained after a brief respite, and the holy light in his body was constantly healing his body, making him feel like he was back to his peak and could continue to fight Arthas.

He also had to fight, and no one but him could hold Arthas back, so he had to step up and buy time for his comrades.

"Drink—" Uther ran, swinging his hammer with the force of his momentum and slashing it down and up again at Arthas!

Arthas, on the other hand, was still silent in response to Uther's attack, and he raised his magic sword to slash from top to bottom, but this time it seemed a little different, because several large ice picks appeared around Arthas, and they smashed towards Uther as soon as they appeared!

This forced Uther to interrupt the next few combos of his martial arts, and with the impact of Arthas, he turned into a large stride backwards, and at the same time unleashed the scorching holy energy with his left hand, and the ice pick instantly melted, producing a large amount of water vapor.

Uther thought that he would be able to cover himself with this large amount of holy energy, and by the way, he could prevent Arthas from seizing the opportunity to counterattack, because he only needed to re-position himself before he could fight Arthas again.

However, Arthas's body was shrouded in a dark green cloud of evil energy, and he stepped straight out of the cloud of water and the holy energy that Uther swayed, and he held up the frost sorrow and slashed it down!

The magic sword that gathered the freezing qi slashed down, not only with a pulse-like frost, but also the plague that withered all things, and the death of all things surrendered, and the instant explosion of these three powers made Uther's originally dense holy light seem to dim a lot.

Uther hastily raised the war hammer with a large amount of Holy Energy attached to it to block, but this time was too reluctant after all, and at the moment when the sword and hammer intertwined, Uther knew that this blow could not be resisted, and the abundant Holy Energy responded to his call again, forming a thick "eggshell" shaped shield around his body.

"Bell—" Arthas's slash was stopped by the sudden burst of shields.

"For the Light!"

Arthas's attack was thwarted, which was exactly what Uther wanted to see, he roared angrily, raised the hammer above his head and slammed it into Arthas, who was rapidly retreating, the warhammer like a flash of holy light drawn by the great force broke through the air, broke the viscous dark green shield, and slammed a whistling sound that tore through the air into Arthas's ears.

Although he expected the paladin's holy shield technique to be tricky, what Arthas didn't expect was that when he was an enemy, the holy shield technique used by his "mentor" was not at the same level as the holy shield technique of Garithar and Rivendell, which he easily pierced before!

It was so strong, so strong that even the sorrow of frost could shake half of it.

So Arthas could only pull back sharply, barely dodging Uther's continuous pursuit, the whistling hammer almost touching his face, his body, and even his magic sword, which was more important than himself.

After escaping and adapting to Arthas's onslaught, which had gained new strength, calmness and concentration returned to Uther's face, and even through this thick light, Arthas could feel the murderous aura emanating from his "mentor".

Uther was serious, which made Arthas even a little timid for a moment.

Uther felt that he had to put an end to the good memories of the past, and he wanted to put an end to the executioner who had destroyed his country, killed his father, and slaughtered his own people!

Arthas also thinks that he must kill his father before killing his teacher, so that he can kill his past once and for all, oh yes, if it weren't for Adelan's death in Northrend, he would even have to kill his best friend on a trip to Anaheim to get his eternal life. Because Arthas knew that if he didn't cut off the past, that kind of false feelings and disgusting hopes would make him feel that he could still be pitied, forgiven, and even saved by his friends, family, and mentors!

This is absolutely impossible to happen!

"Suffer death——! Arthas roared wildly, and when he finally stabilized his figure, he raised his hand and slashed with a sword!

"Bell!"

Uther's hammer once again landed precisely on Frostmourn's blade, and the two began to wrestle again as they had been in the first battle, and they were almost face to face, and they could both feel each other's breath, one alive and the other suffocatingly cold.

Uther's muscles exploded as if he were about to break through the body's restraints, and he roared and pushed Arthas back!

The new and young King of the Death Knights, despite the strength and experience that Frost Grief brought him, was never his own, and after being seen through his every move, Uther's every step forced Arthas to stumble back again.

One, two, three strikes of the hammer...... Even ten strokes, Arthas even found himself parrying and dodging in Uther's pressing! This humiliation made him feel very embarrassed, and he did not know why Uther was suddenly so strong as a different person.

On the other hand, Uther, in addition to being a living person and gasping, had an unusually fierce and resolute look on his calm face, and that kind of confidence was the most common thing that Arthas had before. This made Arthas shaken a little, although he had suppressed Uther for a while, and even before that he had killed many paladins, even the deputy head of the Silver Hand Knights had died under his frost sorrow, he now had doubts about his power.

He had never defeated Uther before, even if Uther was only playing a "coaching match" against him, not fighting to the death like he was now.

"It's time to atone, Arthas!" Uther shouted in a deafening voice, as if the noise of the entire battlefield had come to an abrupt end.

At that moment of brilliance, Arthas was horrified to see his magic sword trampled under the feet of Uther, whose majestic figure was outlined even higher by the brilliant light, "This blow is for Lordaeron!"

The hammer slammed up, right in the belly of Arthas, who was still alive, and felt the pain he hadn't seen for a long time, the blood was churning, and his internal organs were squeezed, which made him almost miss his breath!

"This blow is for His Majesty!"

The hammer fell, slamming into Arthas's back, and the pain of the squeezing of his abdomen just now was transferred to his back, and he even felt that his vertebrae had been completely broken, but what made him feel that he could still maintain his standing position......

"This blow is for the compatriots who died!"

The warhammer swept Arthas's head like a whirlwind, and at this moment, the feeling of the world spinning came, Arthas was completely knocked away, and fell on his back, and Frost Grief, this evil magic sword was trampled under the feet of Uther.

Arthas suddenly felt how ridiculously wrong it was for him to give up the Light, if he still had the power of the Light, at this time the Light should have started to heal the various wounds in his body, not like now, he struggled to get up, but the sharp pain from his torso seemed to tear him apart, and then he noticed that the armor on his chest made of the Saphelon Evil Iron, which was boasted by Neozu, had been dented in a large piece!

And his face, his body strengthened by the evil power was actually blurred by Uther's hammer, and the taste of pain made his originally handsome face distort, which directly made him taste the taste of his cold blood again......

How cold and tasteless, as Arthas watched his mentor who was coming towards him step by step, Uther Lightbringer was coming to judge him on behalf of the Light, and he would receive the harshest punishment!

In the time of losing the Frost Sorrow, Arthas felt empty, realized his mistake, and even felt remorse, something he had never thought about after his "sublimation", but such thoughts were only short-lived, because he now felt that he had run out of oil, and that not to mention the power of death, not even the strengthened body could exert any power.

Arthas gave up, he even closed his eyes, waiting for his once-revered mentor to give him the final blow, to set him free and for his soul to rest......

The holy light that haunted Uther's body dimmed, and he realized that he had extracted too much holy energy, and the Holy Shield could no longer be maintained. However, it was still okay to pretend for a scene now, so he kept his vengeful anger to a minimum as much as possible, and then used ordinary walking to calm out the violent gasps caused by his successive outbursts.

This short distance of ten figures made Uther feel that this was the longest distance he had ever walked, because he was going to put to death the culprit who had destroyed the kingdom and caused the disaster with his own hands, and at the same time, this man was his own disciple, even if he had been.

The slightly dim warhammer was raised, Uther's body was rested, and he was ready to put an end to it all!

"Arthas, go to hell and repent!"

The hammer infused with the power of holy light has fallen!

With a loud bang, a pit was smashed into the ground, and a lot of jumping and gushing holy energy could be seen on the cracked ground.

But there is not a trace of Alsace there!

"What?!" Uther's pupils constricted, and his shock could be imagined, because in his gaze, Arthas, who had lost his combat effectiveness and could not even maintain his human form, now held the magic sword in his hand again, and when it returned to his hand, Uther did not know.

He only knew that the dark power surging in Arthas's body at this time was far more than just now, and only then did Uther realize that there was something wrong with this sword, and it was this sword that controlled Arthas!

And the performance of Alsace that followed proved Uther's guess.

The white-haired black figure was as dexterous and swift as a cheetah, and as soon as he changed the heavy bear-like fighting style just now, Arthas's body shook two attacks from Uther in succession, and then slammed into it, this kind of unorganized battle was the last thing Uther wanted to see.

Like instinct, the magic sword was so clever that it knew how to seize the opponent's loopholes and attack, and the next moment Uther was knocked away, Arthas rushed forward again, this time without any hesitation or suspicion, for he had successfully wounded his mentor, which satisfied and exhilarated his empty mind!

Frostmourn's slash, Arthas's punches and kicks, there is no order, and what is even worse is that Uther's Holy Energy has reached its limit, and he can no longer maintain the form of Vengeful Fury!

The dim light was like an angel with folded wings, and he, who was originally a symbol of victory, returned to darkness as the light dissolved...... Originally, I saw that the scale of victory was about to tilt towards the side of the living, but the so-called goddess of victory is also an elusive existence, and one of her "jokes" made all the living once again shrouded in a mood called panic.

In the pitch-black "dueling arena", only the flaming weapons could be seen, only the increasingly excited "cheers" of Arthas, and only the muffled snort of Uther could be heard from time to time.

Arthas didn't give Uther another chance this time, and Frost Sorrow unleashed from all sorts of strange angles, followed by a variety of frost, blood, or evil death energy bursting through his punches or kicks, threatening Uther's life at all times!

Fighting with agile characters, Uther also has a lot of experience, which is a kind of professional who deals with the so-called Juggernaut of the Orcs, but usually the best way for the Paladins to deal with them is to turn on the Holy Shield Technique, and then apply a wide range of attack spells so that those hidden assassins have nowhere to hide, and the exposed Juggernaut often falls into disadvantage in the frontal battle with the Paladin, after all, I can hurt you, but you can't shake it because I am under the protection of the Holy Light.

But now it's different, the continuous and heavy combat missions have made Uther very tired, and the Jedi counterattack just now is his last energy......

Frost's sorrow and Arthas's death energy fell on Uther's body like a poisonous tongue spitting out letters, even if Uther tried his best to dodge and parry, he couldn't effectively protect himself, and the worst thing was that he felt that Arthas seemed to be teasing him, even if he had the opportunity to kill him directly......

Until the warhammer in Uther's hand could no longer withstand the continuous damage and completely collapsed!

The shards of the hammer shook Uther, it was he who took a few steps back, Arthas looked at the mentor in front of him with interest, who had almost become a bloody man, even if he had been wounded so much, he was already so tired, he still did not fall, he still kept standing, he still kept the heart to fight.

Uther even took a hand-to-hand combat pose!

But in the next second, Frost's Sorrow pierced Uther's tattered armor with lightning speed, tearing through his flesh and piercing his chest!

The wind swept and raised Arthas's white hair, and he could clearly see that the body that had lost its strength was collapsing like a towering tree, Uther's heavy body fell to his knees, and the armor destroyed by the force of death began to fall like splinters.

Large streams of crimson blood poured out of Uther's mouth, staining his white beard with a touch of bewitchment, "Ahem...... I, ahem...... I'll be waiting for you in hell ......"

"Hehe, my dear mentor, you can't wait. Arthas said faintly, pulling the frost sorrow from Uther's breast, "for I may have eternal life...... And you, too, will be a prisoner of Frost's sorrow......"

It was only in the unspeakable chirps of the undead and the frightened screams of the living that no one noticed that Arthas, who had just finished executing Uther, was trembling with his hand in the frost grief, and some unidentified crystal liquid slipped down his badly deformed face......

P.S1: The master-apprentice duel is over, and the battle in the game is not as good as it should be, the level 2 death knight with a group of ghouls piles up the level 10 paladin Uther......