It was not the first time that Kel'thugad's voice had been heard since his death, Arthas had heard his voice in Stratholme's time, but Arthas thought it was more of an auditory hallucination, and now it was a complete sentence, and, in addition to hearing it, Arthas could also see that in front of him, a shadow was slowly condensing, and the condensed form was Kelthugad.

Arthas did not notice that Kel'thugad was floating out of his body, and Kel'thugad showed a very sly smile and said to Arthas, "I am not wrong about you, Your Highness Arthas. ”

In an instant, the ghost disappeared again. The next moment, Tikdios's voice came: "You have been delaying for too long, what happened?"

Arthas wiped his eyes and found that the ghost was indeed gone, was it a hallucination?

Ignoring Arthas's anomaly, Tikdios crouched beside Kel'thugad's grave, looking at Kelthugad's rotting body with some disgust. Arthas followed his gaze, and Kel'thugad's body was rotten and stinking, but Arthas didn't find it smelling bad, probably because he himself was now like a dead man. Looking at Kel'thugad's corpse, Arthas remembered the scene when he killed Kel'thugad, and although it had not been long since it happened, he still felt that it had happened a long time ago......

"The wreckage is so rotten that they can't transport it to Quel'Thalas. ”

"Quel'Thalas?" Arthas was pulled back to his senses by Tikdios's words, isn't Quel'Thalas's territory the territory of the elves?

"Yes, only the energy of the High Elf Sunwell can resurrect Kel'thugad. The Dreadlord frowned, as if he was thinking about a plan, "The more time passes, the worse he rots." You have to steal a very special urn and put it in it to prevent him from rotting, where is this urn...... Hehe, I thought of one, the paladins who guarded it happened to be right here. Put the necromancer's remains inside, and he'll be safe on his journey. ”

The Dreadlord smirked, it wasn't as simple as it seemed at first. Arthas wanted to ask more, but kept his mouth shut. Tikdios wouldn't tell him. He shrugged his shoulders and rode on the invincible towards his destination, whoever it was, just defeat. Behind him, the dark laughter of the demon was heard, very uncomfortable.

Arthas waited for a long time at the ambush site, and finally waited for the funeral procession that Tikdios had talked about. It was a small team. A small funeral procession walked slowly down the main road. Arthas recognized their costumes, it was a military funeral, or the dead were a great dignitary. Several armor soldiers walked in a single line, and one in the middle was holding something in his strong hands. The dim sunlight reflected on his armor and the objects in his hands, which was the urn that Tikdios had spoken of. Suddenly, Arthas understood why Tikdios was laughing.

The paladin's demeanor and gait were different, and his armor was unique, and that was his teacher, Uther. Arthas's hands trembled slightly, clenching Frost Sorrow. He suppressed the confusion and uneasiness in his heart and ordered his men to move forward.

The funeral party was full of good warriors, but they were few in number, and they were surrounded at once. They drew their weapons, but instead of attacking immediately, they turned their heads and waited for the order of the man holding the urn. That is, Uther's order. Uther looked at his former disciple calmly, his slightly wrinkled face expressionless, but his eyes burned with righteous anger.

"Dogs can't change their. ”

Arthas shuddered, his eyes rolled up, and his voice hoarse: "That's how annoying I am. I've disbanded your Knights, and why do you still call yourself a paladin? ”

"Don't think that you can count if you say dissolve, you can use your status as a prince to deprive me of my title, but it is impossible to use your status as a prince to deprive me of my loyalty to the Light. I am responsible for the Light. And you were the same. ”

Holy Light ...... He was also able to use this kind of thing, the strongest paladin who wielded the Light...... His heart sank in his chest, and for a moment, just for a moment, he lowered the sword in his hand, and the memory in his heart made him feel a little frightened. However, the whispers rang out again, reminding him of the strength he had now had, of the path of light that had not fulfilled his hopes. Arthas must hold on to the sorrow of the frost.

"I've done a lot of things. He replied, "Not anymore." ”

"Your father ruled this land for fifty years, and it took you a few days to reduce it to ashes. It's easier to destroy than to build, though, isn't it?"

"Haha, Uther. I don't have time to catch up with you. I'm here to get that urn, give it to me, and I'll let you die a good death." ”

This person can't be let go. Even if he begged for mercy, he couldn't let it go. If he begged for mercy, he couldn't let it go. His identity is too important, and there are too many pasts, too many feelings between the two of them.

Now Uther had an angry expression. He stared at Arthas and roared angrily, "This urn contains the ashes of your father, Arthas!, ah, do you want to come and desecrate him one last time before you completely destroy his kingdom?"

Arthas was taken aback.

Father......

"I don't know what's in it. Arthas gritted his teeth and said to Uther, and to himself. At this moment, he really figured out another reason why the Dreadlord smiled wickedly when he told Arthas. And he obviously knew it from the beginning, he knew what was inside the urn. They continued to test him, one after the other. Can Arthas fight his teacher, can he desecrate his father's ashes. Arthas became annoyed, and as he spoke, he jumped off his horse and pulled out Frost Sorrow.

"It doesn't matter whose it is. No matter what method I use, I will not and cannot go home empty-handed. ”

Frost Grief whistled in his hands, the sound reaching his head, longing for the battle. Arthas took the offensive stance. Uther stared at him for a moment, then slowly raised his shining weapon.

"I don't want to believe that. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"O merciful Light, please see, I am now facing not the prince of this country, but the enemy who has brought disaster to this country, please protect me! For the sake of the Light! For the sake of the justice of the world! Arthas, if there is a kind of you who will come and take it!" Uther's face was fierce, Arthas was stunned, he had never seen Uther so angry in all these years......