"Who's coming?"

Without waiting for Thassarian to speak in a hurry, I asked him about his situation first. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was shocked that I had found out what was going on, but he didn't have time to ask me why I hadn't served the prophet, but was about to tell me something I didn't want to face.

"It's our people..."

He slurred and spouted, and it made it easy for me to think of what I was most worried about...

"You mean Kael'thas?"

"No, I mean the human being....the Silver Hand. ”

"Silver Hand?" Hearing this, he was first excited, after all, he had been through so much, and he missed them very much, but when he saw Sassari's face and himself, he soon became as helpless as him. "The Silver Hand...."

"Yes, it's not their fault. ”

"We have to avoid them..."

I thought about it for a moment to make such a decision, but Kel'thugad sneered and said almost the same thing with Thassarian

"We're surrounded... （！）”

He tightened his hand, but tried to let himself go. Yes, his expression completely revealed that he really didn't want to fight them, and I couldn't, but what could I do.

I can only turn to the soul who warned me first, if he wants my body, maybe he can help us be safe, at least avoid this time.

"Kel'thugad?"

I asked him, and Thassarian didn't know what I meant until he noticed that there was this soul nearby... De turned out that he just let me see his existence alone....

That's not the point I'm thinking, after all, I'm trying to hide from the Silver Hand at this time. This guy wants my body, then I believe that he has a way to get us out safely, I thought, but to my surprise, he didn't threaten me with this, but told us the way directly.

"Gather your men to my grave, and if Uther does not search, you may be able to escape. ”

"Why, how did Uther come here!" I very much wanted to deny the fact he said, but Thassarian nodded, apparently not too much concerned about the appearance of this soul because of his presence.

"It's true... It's Uther's banner. ”

"Impossible, in order to destroy the remains of one of your soon-to-be-rotten lichs, he will come over himself?"

I was furious when I heard this, and I was very reluctant to admit such a result, yes, I would rather hear that Kael'thas had killed me himself, but it was so.

"Of course I won't, but what about you? Do you think he doesn't care about your well-being? ”

I don't have time to argue with that, and if he knows I'm here, someone must have told him, and I'm sure he knows what I am and what I'm doing.

"Damn..."I muttered that helplessness again, and this time I had more regrets than before, and I didn't have much time left....At this time, all my subordinates gathered here, they looked at me and waited for my decision, although most of them were expressionless at the moment, showing the unique hideousness of the undead, but I could still feel their confusion in their hearts, although the weapons they held tightly also clearly showed that they were willing to fight for me.

Fighting for me, seeing this, I seem to have found the sense of responsibility that I had in my life, as if it was the same as before, as if I had to be responsible for my own soldiers returned to my heart again.

"Thassarian, Melwin, you lead the people into the tomb of Kel'thugad, and I will meet him myself. ”

"Your Highness!"

"You will be killed, we all know the Light's rejection of the undead. ”

When Melvin spoke of the Light, he could not help but sigh for a while, yes, the power he was once proud of was now completely abandoned by it, and he was soon, or long ago, disgusted by the people he once guarded. Except for one thing, of course, which is my friendship with them, and the sense of justice that I have almost forgotten... They have done so much for me, and maybe that's the only thing I can do for them.

"He came for me, if he didn't see me, he wouldn't stop, but you are different, live, for the sake of your former beliefs, against the devil, sooner or later you will be recognized by the world. ”

"Your Highness, do you think we will abandon you?"

"You are alive, you can still set up a banner for me, and if I die now, I will also be honored because of my previous exploits..."I said this, in fact, I still very much doubt in my heart that I would be able to taste what I wanted..." ”

I didn't say anything more, and rushed out alone with my weapons, and if I could save them, the best way to do that was to stay out of here.

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I ran as fast as I could, and soon I was targeted by several searching soldiers, but fortunately, the body of the undead made me not know what exhaustion was, and I was always in the sprint stage, allowing me to shake off them, and in the broken ruins, I shook off the searchers at the beginning, but the good times were short-lived, and just after I thought I had escaped, I found that they had a general understanding of my whereabouts, and began to narrow the search area.

I knew that if I didn't escape soon, I would soon be discovered. I had no choice but to run away in a desperate way.

So I checked the location of their personnel, found a place with a relatively small density of people and a place of concealment, and ran wild again with my weapons, fortunately by the time they noticed me, I was out of their encirclement.

Yes, they have already been thrown off by me, and I am sure that they will not catch up with me at all. I was glad to think, but when I was running around like this, I always felt that something was wrong, for example, all I saw were infantry, and if it was just these infantry, it wouldn't pose much of a threat to us, and it wouldn't have been gathered here so quickly, and Thassarian wouldn't be nervous about it. And these people only have a few silver hands, and more importantly, Uther and his main cavalry, if they are coming for me, then he will not be here.

When I realized that something was wrong, and soon when I reached a wide area, I got the answer, and the Silver Hand and the knights quickly surrounded me, apparently deliberately leading me here...

I looked around, the cavalry could no longer let me get out, and the generals and elders who had deep memories in the past looked at me as if they were looking at their prey, but this time their faces were particularly solemn and serious... Obviously, I didn't feel good, and the first thing to bear the brunt of it was their manager, the old man I was most afraid of and about to see.

"Arthas!"

He came out, and by the time I saw him again, he was much haggard, and his face was very sad, though his voice was still as thick as that.

"Yes, Master Uther. ”

I tried to talk to him in the same tone as I had made mistakes before, but I found that I couldn't seem to get back to that time....even if I made a big mistake at that time, I knew that he would forgive me, but this time maybe not.

"You've really become like this, how do you ask me to explain to your father. Perhaps he could not maintain his seriousness, and turned a little silent, yes, not even when the Tulayan expeditionary force was completely destroyed. The guilt I felt lost in my heart also came to me.

"Father...", my face became ashamed when I heard this, and I wanted to ask him how the old man was doing, but now I always found it difficult to say this, "This is my choice, and I can only eat the bitter fruit now." ”

"Yes, you have suffered the bitter fruit, but you have failed the people who have paid for you and expected of you!" Uther's tone instantly became heavier, "You always want to be a hero, but you have forgotten who you are, you are the crown prince, the future king, the hope of the alliance." ”

He rebuked me as before, and I still wanted to fight with him as before, but this time I didn't know if I would ever have the same chance to reconcile with him as before.

"I can go on like this, in my own way... You'll see it one day!"

"You're all undead, and you can even be defined as dead. ”

"Yes, but I'm different, I still have my own will, the same as before..."

"Same as before, what are you doing here, as far as I know, the culprits of the undead are buried here. And on the way I've heard about your mutilation of humans, Arthas, and you can still say you're the same as before. ”

"I didn't want to hurt anyone, but they attacked me. ”

"Attack you? Can anyone who sees the undead still be able to do evil? Their bodies are mutilated, their faces are terrified, and they are clearly being used as food by you, Arthas, can you prove that you are the same as before? and you have been abandoned by the Light, and I can no longer see any breath of justice in you, only blood and cruelty. ”

"Uther, you don't have to say that about me, I admit that I have been abandoned by the Light, and I admit that I have done a lot of forced things, but you are not in my state, it is difficult for you to understand my suffering, please let me go, I have my own way to go. ”

"I promised your father that I would see a man alive and a corpse in death. ”

"I can't be like this, see him, I'm already like this. ”

"I don't want you to see him like that, but everyone already knows that you are. ”

"Do you already know?" I asked them, but looking at their calm eyes, I thought back to what had happened, and seemed to be sure of this, otherwise they would not have known my route easily, but who would have told him all this.

"Yes, Arthas, and I have said it, I have promised your father that I will see a man alive and a corpse if I die. He repeated solemnly again, and I didn't grasp the meaning of the sentence at first.

"But I said, I have my way to go, I don't want to go back, I can't go back, believe me, I'll do my part for Lordaeron. ”

"How can I believe you, you don't even want your own country and your own fiancée for the sake of an elf..."

He said this, but before he could finish, my own anger interrupted him, yes, Sylvanas's betrayal grieved me, and he questioned my feelings for Gianna, and I couldn't bear the hurt of the words.

"Shut up!" the anger of being an undead spirit rekindled my whole body, and I took it for granted that I pointed my sword at Uther, and our conversation ended because I had sent the wrong signal.

"Arthas, I have already said that you have to see people in life and corpses in death, maybe you are not dead, but I think you are dead. He also raised his hammer and motioned for others not to get involved in my fight with him.

And I realized that things didn't match my wishes, but my body nodded in acceptance for some reason, maybe because of the anger in his words, or something, I felt as if I was going to deal with a mortal enemy, and the hatred burned, and I seemed to subconsciously feel that it all seemed familiar.

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Once upon a time there were many confrontations between us, especially before we met Muradin, but none of them were real, but this time I didn't seem to be able to avoid it, maybe, but I don't know why I didn't want to avoid it, for the sake of the brothers behind me, or to belittle me, in short, I had to go.

I could feel the pain in Uther's heart, but I knew better that he would not show mercy to my men this time, perhaps, in short, the thoughts that I had in my mind now were to think about him as my enemy, to think about how to defeat him, and he did not use other help, such as other soldiers and silver hands, and did not even ride a war horse....

Steed... Once upon a time he also had a good horse, but unfortunately he died in the battle with the orcs, and mine was nowhere to be found, and I thought of my invincibility, and I didn't know where it was.

I wandered for a moment, and this was reminded again.

"I taught you when you were alive not to get distracted on the battlefield. ”

Yes, most of the Silver Hands don't like to take advantage of people's surprise, but I don't, especially at this time, and in response, I attacked first. Wielding his sword, he slashed straight at him. The undead's body gave me better explosiveness, and he couldn't dodge it, so he could only passively swing the hammer to resist. And how I wanted to smash his weapon like the warriors I had fought before, but unfortunately his warhammer was too sharp to allow me to succeed. Still, the flames contained in the sword can bring some impact.

Looking at all this, it seemed that victory was in front of my eyes, after all, he was now old and not as strong as he was then, I thought, but I seemed to have forgotten one thing, that was the power that I once had. Holy Light... For the first time, I felt discomfort and repulsion when he summoned a burst of dazzling light, but this was the beginning, and as the power was unleashed, I felt more than that, not only did he bring strength to Uther, but also felt an invisible burn on my necrotic body. He also took advantage of this time to block me back and took a few steps back.

I watched all this in amazement, and I seemed to think of my own loss, although I was outwardly indignant by this frustration, but I still felt a trace of pain because of it, and the pain of the other person was not like mine, he hung directly on his face.

"You have been abandoned by the Light..."

Hearing this, my inner voice told me that it was a mockery of me, and my anger rose again against it.

"Yes, I'm the undead, not your rotten silver hand. ”

I said this, and he was first surprised by my words, but in my understanding it was only because of my surprise, I still thought one-sidedly, I was even more convinced that I would succeed this time, so I used all my strength again, but this time I was facing a more dazzling force.

The powerful light almost completely enveloped him, this may be the change in my body, the unusual sensitivity and fear of such things, but I can't stop galloping, and with the extension of the holy light, I can't avoid contact with him in the end, and this time I really can't escape contact with him, and this contact is like a spark for me.

I have seen this situation many times, many times, this kind of power often brings me confidence, in or restores strength or something, and I have also baptized many people in this way, but this time, the Holy Light only attacks and hurts and repels me, and this power that once shone on me is now so angry with me, it makes me even more unwilling, and urges me to continue to move forward, as if charging in an invisible flame.

Charge... But the blow of the pain could no longer hold my strength, and I finally fell to the bottom and fell to the ground before I could get close to him. And at this moment his holy light came to an abrupt end, apparently because he could not bear to harm me. But I didn't think so, the great humiliation discouraged me, and the great reluctance to get me up again, but this time I was just about to attack when his hammer flew into the nearby dirt.

"Arthas!"

"Uther, why don't you kill me. ”

"If you are Arthas, then I say, you are dead. ”

"Then let me really die. "I continued to charge with my weapon, and this time it wasn't just the weapon, but myself. When he swung his light-filled hammer at me, I had no strength to resist the impact, and stabbed the sword directly into my right shoulder, slashing through it to my chest. This time, the huge pain was no longer the strength to resist, so he could only hold the pain with his left hand, hold the sword in his right hand and stick it into the bottom, and maintain his balance with half bent knees. But the damage of physics and light has made it impossible for me to feel balanced.

Yes, looking at myself like this is tantamount to praying to him, which can't help but provoke ridicule from others, and I don't know why I put on such a posture. It is very difficult to even move by yourself, even if you fall down.

I didn't think much about the reason, but I was just thinking about how I should defeat him, and I was looking at the paladin who was branded with a mortal enemy in his consciousness.

"Do you want to ask for a life?" I wanted to argue with words, but I don't know why I couldn't speak, and it seemed to outsiders that I was acquiescing to what he said, and it attracted the disdain of almost everyone, yes, if my gesture was not enough to make people think that I was showing weakness, then now I can't argue. "I'm so disappointed..."Uther didn't laugh, but his expression was even more lost, after all, my behavior was like a sarcasm for his cultivation of me, all like child's play, because it seemed to mean that he had been teaching a...

"I'm afraid of death!"

"Fear of death, Arthas!"

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