"Prosperity? Rich?

You seem to have some misunderstanding about my father's rule.

If he was really as good as you say, there would not be a situation where a lifetime of hard work was easily destroyed by me in just a few days.

Looking at the state of the kingdom of Lordaeron at the moment, you should understand how fragile and ridiculous it is behind its false strength.

Just a little plague and the undead can completely collapse this so-called most powerful kingdom of mankind.

Especially you, Uther the Lightbringer, are still so bright and righteous that you will never allow your reputation and glory to be stained even in the slightest. ”

Arthas's mocking tone and voice provoked the most sensitive nerves of his former mentor.

Undoubtedly, he had not forgotten that outside Stratholme, the mighty paladin led the Order of the Silver Hand and refused to carry out his orders and left him.

In particular, the despair of being betrayed by the person you trust the most is still like a scar that can never heal, and it will ache faintly in your heart from time to time.

Although Arthas had stripped the good part of his soul the moment he picked up Frostmourn and became a Death Knight, this once strong emotion has not disappeared, but has been transformed into a hatred and hatred.

He hated this powerful paladin who could unswervingly adhere to the moral bottom line no matter what he did, and he hated the other party's eyes looking down on him from above.

Uther undoubtedly sensed the prince's unusual reaction, clutched the warhammer in his hand that emitted a dazzling golden holy light, and asked in a deep voice, "So you are here today to take revenge on me and the Knights of the Silver Hand?" Want to wipe out this noble organization that can bring out your filthy evil spirit, and then be a lackey of the undead in peace? ”

"Hahahaha!

You think too highly of yourself, and too much of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

You brains are worthless in my eyes.

I went to Andohar for one thing, and that was the urn you kept in your custody.

Give it to me, and I can think about letting you die a happy death. ”

Riding on his horse, Arthas held up Frost Sorrow and pointed at his former mentor not far away, a piercing chill emanating from his body.

An icy aura quickly enveloped his body, forming a layer of elemental protection like a mage's frost armor.

Unlike the Death Knights of the continent of Feren, the Death Knights of Azeroth manipulate Shadow and Frost energy in addition to simply using the power of death itself.

Especially after the body is completely dead, they no longer need muscles and blood to provide explosive power for their actions, so they can inject frost energy to freeze the water in the body, and thus form a strong physical and magical defense.

This meant that even if someone were lucky enough to shatter the sturdy full-body plate armor made of Saron Iron, they wouldn't be able to cut off Arthas's head or limbs as easily as they would kill a normal person.

What's more, the artifact in his hand, Frostmourn, is not just a sword, but also has the ability to inflict cold, curse, disease, and direct damage to the soul when attacking.

In addition, there are a series of magical skills such as Death Coil, Wind Impact, Ice Storm, and a series of magical skills such as resurrecting a large area of surrounding corpses into puppets controlled by you, and then eating and restoring your own life force through death contracts.

In particular, the first death knight appointed by the Lich King Neozu is not inferior to even those demon lords of the Burning Legion.

However, Uther was clearly completely enraged by the words that Arthas wanted for the urn, and shouted sharply: "You bastard!

That jar contains the ashes of your father, King Terenus!

It was a full three hundred brave and fearless royal guards of Lordaeron who rushed into the throne hall full of undead and forgot their lives to snatch back the corpse.

They gave their precious lives for this, and in the end, only three of them managed to escape alive.

Isn't it enough for you to destroy your father's kingdom and end up wanting to defile his remains? ”

These words instantly made the expression on Arthas's face extremely indifferent, and he responded very dryly: "I don't know and I don't care what is inside. But that's what I want, so I'm going to get it. ”

"Excellent!

That's great!

What you've done has refreshed my perception of shamelessness!

Since you've fallen to this point, let me put an end to you with my own hands.

Take your life! Alsace!

I'm here today to get justice for your parents and the innocent people who died at your hands! ”

With Uther's unbearable roar, a dazzling golden holy light instantly fell from the sky, sweeping away all the undead creatures within a radius of tens of meters around him.

Under the scorching power of this force, hundreds of ghouls and zombies fell to the ground one after another, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Needless to say, the death energy in their bodies that supports the actions of the undead creatures has been completely expelled by the Holy Light, which is often referred to as "purification" in the mouths of priests and paladins.

Obviously, this is the secret of why Andohal has been able to repel the siege of the undead army again and again with its crumbling walls.

It was not so much the Knights of the Silver Hand and those soldiers who managed to hold the line, but rather the Lightbringer Uther who used his great strength to kill all the thousands of undead who rushed up.

After a burst of intense light, the primordial paladin, who was probably the most powerful, slammed his heavy two-handed warhammer into the head of his former apprentice like a ferocious lion.

Because Arthas is not the image of wearing the crown of domination after becoming the Lich King, the whole head is completely exposed without any protection, and the long gray hair will even float up in the breeze.

This means that anyone with even the slightest knowledge of combat will subconsciously avoid the indestructible full-body plate armor and attack the fragile head that is not protected.

Unfortunately, Arthas was ready for battle, swinging the Frost Bell to block the hilt of the heavy hammer.

Under the impact of the huge force, the undead war horse was invincible, and involuntarily took two steps back before barely holding steady and not falling.

The pair of masters and apprentices full of evil fate face to face, while desperately exerting more force, looked at each other's eyes viciously.

Next Second......

Almost simultaneously, the two released a hand gripping a weapon, aiming at each other and unleashing magical energy.

Moment!

The Light and the Shadow collided in the air, causing a violent impact and explosion.

Rumble!!!!!!!!!

A strong air flow immediately separated them.

Uther, with his heavy hammer, carved a trench in the ground twenty or thirty centimeters deep.

Arthas fell from Invincible's back, tumbling and crashing into the wall of a house, looking very embarrassed.

From this scene, it is not difficult to see that the light and dark energy that created the universe where the planet Azeroth is located is not at all as mild as the positive and negative energy of the universe where the Faren continent is located.

The latter is more of a silent neutralizer when it comes into contact than it triggers a violent rejection reaction and energy release.

But the Holy Light Spell unleashed by Uther just now and the death entanglement thrown by Arthas led to a terrifying explosion.

On the one hand, the relationship between the Holy Light and the Shadow Energy that they possess is too strong, and on the other hand, it is also a sign that the two energies completely exclude each other.

Moreover, Uther clearly had the upper hand, both in terms of spell power and combat experience, which firmly overpowered Arthas.

This made the latter, who had been invincible since he picked up Frost Sorrow, obviously unacceptable.

After a brief pause, the stubborn and paranoid part of Arthas's personality was instantly stimulated, and he directly attacked with his sword, and his furious posture was not so much that of a ruthless death knight as of a warrior in a bloodthirsty state.

In fact, this is the posture he usually takes when he fights with all his might.

After all, before he aspired to become a paladin, the prince had been learning combat and weapon wielding techniques from the dwarven hero, Muradine Copperbeard.

So don't confuse him with the traditional paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

This guy is essentially a berserk who wields the power of the Light.

That stubborn and impatient personality is actually gradually developed when learning to control and release the power of anger.

In contrast, Uther was converted from a priest to a paladin, so his fighting style was the opposite.

At this moment, the two people who are fighting fiercely are like each other's reflections in a mirror.

Although Arthas's body is cold, the depths of his soul bloom with irrational rage and impulse;

And Uther, despite the heat of life and the warmth of holy light, gives a sense of reason and peace to his soul.

What's more, every collision, as long as there is the participation of the Shadow and the Light energy, will inevitably lead to a violent explosion.

Many Death Knights and other undead creatures who rushed from far and wide to help were torn to pieces by the aftermath before they could get close.

Even the surrounding buildings were quickly reduced to rubble.

The two proved with practical actions that in this world, a strong man is worth far more than thousands of ordinary soldiers.

"You know what?

When the news of Wang Dude came, I couldn't believe my ears.

When you were young, I thought it was childish;

Your reckless progress in the investigation of the plague is understood by my desire to step out of the shadow of your father's generation and make a contribution;

Even after the brutal massacre of Stratholme, I pray that you will realize your misjudgment.

For in the depths of my heart, I have never been willing to be an enemy of my son, who is loyal to the monarch. ”

Uther said in a hoarse voice with tears in her eyes after once again repelling her apprentice.

"But you're doing it now."

Arthas pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically.

Uther nodded slightly and sighed, "Yes, I did.

After all, this is my last promise to your father, King Terenus.

Although his own son killed him when he was defenseless and unarmed.

But at the very least, I have to have his remains respected. ”

"You're going to die because of that promise."

Arthas raised the frost sorrow in his hand high and began to gather energy, completely covering the entire sword body with a layer of ultra-cold frost.

"Maybe. I'd rather die to keep my oath than live under your so-called mercy. I'm glad the king is dead, and I'm glad he didn't have to see what has become of you. ”

Uther had obviously put life and death aside, even if only he and a few frightened horses were left at the gate of the entire barracks, there was not the slightest hint of fear.

He'd seen so much slaughter and death in his life, fought battles with brutal orcs, and fought dangerous battles with ogres more than twice as tall as humans, so he'd seen everything for a long time.

The only thing that made it difficult for him to accept was that the much-anticipated prince had turned into a complete monster in just a few months.

Interestingly, though, Arthas was momentarily stunned when he heard this.

To be precise, it was the last remaining shred of conscience that induced indescribable heartache, and the strong feelings intertwined and struggled in his mind, making him feel a little overwhelmed by the feeling he had never experienced since he became an undead.

The experienced Uther apparently seized this gap, and a dazzling golden light bloomed all over his body, and roared, "Holy light! Please give me strength! ”

Moment!

The heavy, two-handed hammer spun up and smashed straight into Arthas, which was close at hand.

The weapon wrapped in tremendous energy fell from the sky, and even the whistling of wind could be heard tearing through the air.

But fortunately, Alsace was also experienced in the process of expedition to Northrend, and hurriedly turned sideways to barely dodge the fatal blow and avoid being shot in the head on the spot.

He followed him and wielded Frost Sorrow to fight back, trying to force this powerful mentor back.

But how could Uther, who was rich in battles, easily give up this perfect opportunity and immediately block the blade with his hammer.

Clang!

Another sparkling collision of weapons, followed by a hand-to-hand wrestle between the two men for an unknown number of times.

There is no doubt that Arthas has never won even once against his mentor in his life, so there is a clear lack of self-confidence in this protracted tug-of-war.

But the Dreadlord's orders, and his burning desire to erase all of the past, made him unwilling to take a step back.

Otherwise, if he were to be defeated at the hands of Uther again, what would be the great sacrifice and the humanity that had been sacrificed before?

So Uther must die!

And to die by your own sword!

Only in this way can we prove that the sweet and hopeful lives of the past are false!

In order to confirm the value and meaning of your current existence!

Just as Arthas's mind was uncontrollably cranky, Uther's arms suddenly exerted force, knocking him directly into a staggered two steps back.

"That's it! Brat! ”

The Lightbringer erupted in a deafening shout, bursting with terrifying energy from within him, and even his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were spilling out of golden light.

It was as if he himself had become a spokesman for justice and light at this moment, and was about to launch an unprecedented trial.

In less than a fraction of a second, the thunderous hammer fell and smashed into Arthas's abdomen.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, the Death Knight only felt that the air in his entire abdominal cavity was squeezed out by the huge impact force, and the protective gear made of Saron Evil Iron instantly appeared a deep pit that was sunken.

Apparently, the Lich King's tailor-made magical armor saved his life at a critical moment.

Otherwise, the upper and lower parts of the body would have broken in two by now, and the intestines and other internal organs would have been mixed with blood plasma and minced flesh and scattered in all directions.

But even so, Arthas didn't feel much better, and the whole person first rose into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground on his back.

Even the artifact Frost Sorrow flew out of his hand and flew several meters away.

He tried to struggle to his feet and continue the fight, but he saw that the Holy Light that he had abandoned was now pouring into Uther's body, as if to give himself the harshest punishment through this mentor.

Especially when Uther approached, the power that once made people feel warm and reassuring severely burned the pale and bloodless skin of the Death Knight, causing the expression on the latter's face to be unusually painfully distorted.

There is no doubt that in this master-apprentice duel, it was Uther, as a teacher, who won the victory.

According to Arthas's current state, he is powerless to resist at all, and can only wait for the other party to end his life.

Just as his mind went blank, he suddenly realized that he didn't know when he was holding Frost Sorrow in his hand again.

Uther, however, hesitated for some reason, and did not drop the hammer that was held aloft.

"Every light is accompanied by darkness, every day is accompanied by night, the brightest candle can be extinguished, and the brightest life is the same......"

Arthas doesn't remember the first time he'd heard a whisper from the Lich King, but he saw that the light that enveloped Uther began to dim at its peak.

He seized the fleeting opportunity and immediately rolled over to avoid the hammer that had been smashed overhead.

Rumble!!!!

The tremendous force of the impact smashed the stone slabs laid on the ground to pieces, and the earth and gravel flew up under the impact of kinetic energy.

Arthas, on the other hand, used the splashes of dirt and gravel to obscure his vision from the ground, and felt his strength regained, even stronger than before.

In particular, the reaction speed brought about by the agility improvement can actually not fall behind when confronting Uther head-on.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before, and there was no more confusion in his heart, only the excitement of the fierce battle.

On top of that, while Frostmourn was an equally heavy two-handed sword, it was as light and nimble as a one-handed sword in the hands of the Death Knight, who managed to overpower the Mentor he had never defeated in the course of the attack.

On the contrary, Uther's side didn't know if it was because he used too much force just now, or because he was overused by the mana, or if he was suppressed by the death energy contained in the frost sorrow, and the rich holy light energy on his body began to become more and more dim and fade.

Eventually, Arthas seized a gap and split through Warhammer's block, slashing directly into the gap in his armor between his throat guard and shoulder.

Burst!

Blinding blood suddenly gushed out, instantly staining the armor and the ground.

Almost at the same time, the artifact Frost Sorrow let out a cry.

It craves more!

Eager to tear apart the soul of this powerful paladin!

Arthas naturally did not refuse the request for the artifact, and immediately let out a beastly roar, and his hands suddenly increased in strength, wanting to cut off the entire arm of the former mentor.

Severe pain and muscle tearing caused weakness in his arm made it impossible for Uther to hold on to the hammer anymore.

He let go of his hand as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and as he coughed up blood, he raised his head and said to the prince, "I sincerely hope that there is a place in hell reserved for you, Arthas. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I intend to live forever."

Arthas replied in a cold, very calm tone.

Just as he raised the rune two-handed sword in his hand and was about to pierce the powerful paladin, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Out of his first instinct, he immediately turned around and released a piercing cold air, creating a wall of ice half a meter thick out of thin air at a lightning speed.

Just half a second later, the solid ice wall was smashed into a large hole with a thud.

I saw a heavy iron ball chisel through the ice with its amazing speed and kinetic energy, and hit it straight into the chest.

The Death Knight didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly turned Frostmourn sideways to parry.

Then the whole person flew out under the action of the huge impact, smashed through four or five walls in a row, and passed through the middle of several buildings.

When I finally stopped, I found that there were several more behemoths in the sky in the distance.

And the iron ball cannonball was fired from the pod battery under the giant airship.

On top of that, the airship actually had a flag representing the royal family of Lordaeron.

Uther, who had been kneeling and waiting to die, also widened his eyes in surprise, trying to distinguish from which side of the reinforcements these giant airships were coming from, with his vision that had begun to blur from excessive blood loss.

But soon, frequent and intensive shelling began to cover the undead on the ground.

Some of the machines made by lever and torque also threw a large number of ignited explosive barrels into the undead army on the ground like a goddess scattering flowers.

All of a sudden, the roar of artillery and the dense explosions and burns completely swept through the whole of Andorhar.

Thousands of ghouls and undead were either shredded by solid iron ball projectiles, or they were flattened by barrels of explosives that rained down from the sky and everything within a radius of tens of meters.

The terrifying firepower simply turned Uther's perception of long-range weapons on its head.

He swore that even the shelling of the Kurtilas fleet led by Dai Lin would never have caused such an astonishing effect.

In a matter of moments, the undead who had already stormed the city and begun to massacre the refugees suffered heavy casualties.

The soldiers and the surviving members of the Silver Hand Knights took the opportunity to organize a counterattack, and in a daze, they pushed back several times their own enemies.

Where did these airships come from?

Why had he never heard of such a war weapon in the Kingdom of Lordaeron?

Arthas quickly got up from the ground, a puzzled look on his face.

After all, as the crown prince, Terenus would not carry him behind his back no matter what he did.

It is precisely because of this that he has a better understanding of the country's information such as food reserves, troop deployment, and the weapons and equipment of each legion, and finally easily destroyed the entire country by killing his father and mother, and raiding the king.

What's more, there are only four people who are qualified to fly the royal flag of Minethir.

Among them, the father and mother have been killed, and he himself obeys the orders of the Lich King, and the only person who is qualified is his sister, who has not been seen for a long time.

But Gallia grew up with no training related to combat, warfare, or command.

How could he have led an army all the way from the Valley of Thorns in the south to this dangerous land that had been destroyed by the Scourge Legion?

While Arthas was confused, three huge airships had already arrived in the skies over Andohar.

Through the ultra-distant vision of the undead's body, he finally saw a woman in golden armor, two short swords hanging from her waist, and long blond hair standing on the deck of one of the ships.

Not only did the Death Knight, but Uther and the subjects of Lordaeron as well.

After a brief silence, everyone erupted in deafening cheers.

Because they had recognized that this young woman, who looked a little strange, was none other than Princess Galia, the last legitimate bloodline of the Minerhil family and the eldest daughter of the old king.

No!

It's time to call her queen!

Because the countries of the alliance have recognized her power and legitimacy.

"Alsace !!!!!!!"

Standing on the deck of the airship, Calia had obviously locked on her sinful brother, and suddenly a pair of wings made of blood and energy suddenly spread behind her, and she flew down from a height of thousands of meters.

The moment she landed firmly on the ground, the last few paladins of the Silver Hand Knights rushed forward desperately, trying to protect their loyal monarch with their bodies.

Even the seriously injured Uther hurriedly released the Holy Light Magic to heal the wound, dragged his tired body and walked quickly to the front, then knelt on one knee and said with tears in his eyes: "You are Lordaeron's last hope, and you should not come to such a dangerous place. ”

"No, Uther, I must come. Because I want to see with my own eyes what has become of my brother. And I'm a very different person now. ”

With that, with a slight tug, Galia pulled the heavily armored paladin up from the ground.

The astonishing power she inadvertently displayed made the latter's eyes widen in surprise, and he kept looking up and down the princess's figure, which did not show the slightest hint of strength and muscles.

However, Galia didn't explain too much, just pushed away the other paladins who were blocking her progress, and walked straight towards her brother who was standing not far away.

When the siblings were close enough, she showed a frightening expression and asked, "Why?"

Why would you do this?

Father gave you all the love and what he thought was the best!

You have been pampered since you were a child, you can do almost whatever you want, and you can get whatever you want!

But in the end, they only want to destroy everything that others hold dear!

Especially my mother, she is so kind, tolerant and kind, but you killed her mercilessly. ”

"Are you jealous of me? Dear sister. ”

Arthas's originally cold eyes seemed to melt a little, and his voice suddenly became a little softer.

Without thinking, Julia replied, "Of course I'm jealous of you.

Because just because you're a man, you easily get what I desperately wanted but never got.

Whether it is the love of the father and the queen mother, or the freedom to do whatever you want.

When I was younger, I used to wonder if I would be treated the same way you would if I were a boy.

Is it possible to be free to pursue your dreams, to ride a horse across the endless fields, and to feel the excitement and joy of the wind blowing on your cheeks?

It's a pity that this is just a childhood fantasy.

I am the only princess of the royal family of Lordaeron, so I have to show a dignified and elegant temperament on any occasion, and I must also make sure that I speak and act appropriately.

Not to mention doing something like riding a horse and galloping, even having such thoughts will be reprimanded.

But what about you?

When you are ten years old, you will be able to leave the palace and wander around in the company of your attendants.

You can even ignore the rumors around you and enjoy the sweetness of love with Gianna.

But I could only wait for my father to appoint a prince and nobleman whom I had never met to be my husband.

Do you think that's fair? ”

Obviously, Jialia vented all the jealousy and resentment accumulated in her heart today.

Because of her brother's depravity and killing of her parents, it really brought her too strong stimulation, so that even her personality changed to a certain extent.

If it weren't for the fact that she saw her daughter who was safe and sound when she passed through Nanhai Town, the princess's emotions would have become even more agitated now.

As a prince who has been loved by thousands of people since he was a child, and a winner in life who will get anything he wants, Arthas has obviously never paid attention to whether his sister, who is only two years older than him, is happy or not.

So after listening to these words, his originally cold heart was shaken for a while, and even a little bit of guilt.

But just a second later, the power that came from Frost Grief made it cold again, and he asked with a blank face, "What does that have to do with me?"

There is no fairness in this world.

If you weren't a princess, you'd be like those peasant women, doing the hard work in the fields day after day.

The skin will also become dark and rough due to long-term exposure to the wind and sun, and it is impossible to have the beautiful appearance and fair and delicate skin that it has now.

And do you think that you can become a qualified warrior by wearing armor and holding a weapon?

What gave you the courage to stand in front of me? ”

As the last word blurted out, the cold on Arthas's body instantly skyrocketed, and he raised his hand and forcibly pulled his sister over with a death grip.

"No !!!!!!"

Seeing this, Uther immediately rushed forward like crazy, wanting to protect the last bloodline of the royal family of Lordaeron.

But before he could throw out the blessing of protection, he saw Galia draw her two short swords with lightning speed, and easily dodge the stab of Frost Sorrow with a beautiful and graceful step like a dance.

One of the swords managed to parry the sweep that followed, while the other slash slammed into Arthas's left eye with the other dagger.

Burst!

With just one blow, the future second generation of the Lich King went from being two-eyed to a one-eyed dragon.

Although the blood in his body had already frozen under the effect of the cold, and he could not successfully insert it into the cranial cavity along the eye socket, the eye still rolled out when he drew the short sword.

Obviously, this unique swordsmanship technique is the elven sword dance that the dark girl Elise Emerald taught to Zuo Si.

The latter was passed on to the princess of Lordaeron through the first embrace, allowing her to gain good melee abilities in a short period of time.

But that's not all!

Jialia, who had already accumulated a belly of anger, took advantage of the gap between her younger brother and the blind spot of one eye, and quickly completed the six-ring magic technique [Immortal Return].

Under Zuosi's tutelage, she was not as merciful as Uther, but mercilessly infused this divine energy into the body of the Death Knight.

Moment!

Arthas felt as if his entire body had exploded from within, massive cracks in his muscles and skin, and death, shadow, and frost energy erupted wildly from these cracks.

The great pain he had never experienced before acted directly on his soul, and he could no longer hold back his heart-rending wail.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!!!hhh

"Do you think I'm still the princess who is so cowardly that she will only obey my father's orders?

You think you're the only one who has gained more power?

Today I'm going to make you pay for what you've done!

I'm going to show you that the kingdom of Lordaeron isn't dead yet!

And I'm the real rightful queen of this country! ”

With the last word blurted out, Jialia blessed the short sword with the five-ring magic [Destruction Weapon], and at the same time frantically nibbled away at the spiritual energy generated from her brother's pain, clearly wanting to take advantage of the other party's carelessness to kill him in one go.

You must know that whether it is [Immortal Return] or [Destruction Weapon], it is essentially a powerful magic developed for the characteristics of the undead.

The restraint against the undead is far stronger than the Holy Light, I don't know how many times.

In particular, the [Weapon of Destruction], once blessed, is completely a temporary experience version of the Ember Bringer.

Whether it's a ghoul or a stitch abomination, as long as you get hit, you basically can't escape death.

Only top-notch undead creatures with powerful magic resistance, such as the Lich and Half-Lich, are likely to escape through immunity.

And even if they were exempted, they would still be hit hard.

The Lich King, far away on the frozen throne of Northrend, apparently sensed the great danger of his chosen warrior, and immediately unleashed a powerful death magic through Frostmourn.

Next Second......

A piercing soul scream swept through all the creatures within a hundred meters of the surrounding area!

Even a powerful paladin like Uther fell to his knees in pain, and the others lost consciousness in large swaths.

There are also ordinary people with weak physiques who die on the spot, just like being hit by the howl of the nine-ring magic banshee.

Despite her strong resistance to Shadow and Death magic, she was forced back by the Lich King and the power of the artifact.

Arthas took the opportunity to turn over and ride the invincible U-turn and run out of the city, ignoring the undead legions scattered around.

Not to mention these cannon fodder, even the eye that fell to the ground didn't have time to pick it up.

Just as Jialia wanted to pursue, she suddenly heard Zuo Si's voice in her head.

"Stop chasing.

Arthas is not alone, he also has the leader of the Dreadlord by his side, Tikdios.

What's more, you were able to defeat Arthas entirely because of his own carelessness.

In a head-to-head match, you won't have more than a 40% chance of winning.

Now it's better to pick up the eye on the ground, and then gather the survivors of Andohar and retreat south.

This time, if you succeed in saving Uther, you can count it as earned. ”

"As you wish."

Galia quickly calmed down her agitated mood, slowly retracted the pair of bright red wings behind her, and inserted the two short swords back into their sheaths.

Undoubtedly, this brother-sister encounter and the devastation of Alsace gave her great confidence to realize for the first time how powerful the power of God had given her.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the sword and causing trouble, Arthas probably wouldn't even have a corpse left.

As for Uther and the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand, who were watching the battle, they were completely shocked by the fighting power displayed by Her Royal Highness the Queen, and they all came up to ask what happened to Galia after the battle and why she had gained such great power.

Upon learning that this power came from the God of Contract, some paladins who hated the Scourge and Arthas immediately offered to join the Church in order to gain greater power to avenge the innocent deaths.

Not only them, but also devout hardcore Light followers like Uther couldn't help but waver.

After all, the Church of the Covenant God does not forbid anyone to continue believing in the Light.

Many of the original paladins and clerics were still able to use Holy Light magic after they were converted.

Since everyone's attention was focused on Galia and the giant airships in the sky, they didn't notice that the urn containing King Terenus had been quietly stolen by the Dreadlord.

From this, it can be seen that Tikdios never trusted Arthas, and the Lich King behind him.

Especially after seeing the giant airship in the sky from a distance, the Dreadlord immediately decided to take some measures on his own to avoid a possible mission failure.

It turns out that being an old yin who is waiting for an opportunity is far less labor-saving than rushing up and just head-on.

When Arthas fled back to the base and found that Kel'thugad's remains had been placed in an urn, his face was as ugly as he looked.

Because at present, his original cold appearance has been tossed by divine magic, like a "Minecraft Special Edition", and from a distance, it looks like a pile of abstract works made of mosaic blocks.

Large swaths of skin and muscles were torn apart, revealing cracks that had been forcibly glued together by the Lich King's strength.

Until the energy of [Immortal Return] is completely depleted, it is impossible for the body to completely recover to its original state.

And you must hold the frost grief twenty-four hours a day, and you must not let go, otherwise the body may suddenly burst from the inside......

(End of chapter)