Those who were not directly involved would never understand the friendship between the Five Silver Saints that people spoke of.
This relationship had spanned a quarter of a century and had never faded, let alone been forgotten.
As staunch believers of the Holy Light, they had wondered if they would die before they could fight the Orcs and be destroyed by the high concentration of the Holy Light.
After all, at that time, the Holy Knight was only a profession that existed in the theories of Archbishop Alonsos Faol.
Azeroth had been recorded for 2,800 years. Was it that easy to be the first in recorded human history?!
Absolutely not!
On the night before the change, although they had absolute trust in Alonsos, they still followed their teacher's instructions and left a will.
For the next 14 years, they fought on all fronts.
They had thought that they would die on the battlefield, under the axes of the Orcs, under the claws of the demons, or even under a terrible curse. But none of them had thought that they would die in the hands of their own disciple.
Gavin Rad and Theon, the brothers around them, knew better than them how much Uther had invested in Arthas.
The most painstaking teaching, the most magnificent teaching assistants, and the most perfect training lineup. What Uther wanted to teach was the perfect next generation of Holy Knights that combined all the strengths of the five of them.
Unfortunately, with the success of Ner 'zhul's plot, not only did everything come to nothing, even their most respected brother, Uther, was killed.
Did they hate Arthas?
The answer was absolutely yes!
This was definitely not pure hatred. Because pure hatred would only make the Holy Light covered in dust.
This would make them completely deviate from the path of the Holy Light.
The four of them were more eager than anyone else to end things with Arthas, the Lich King. Even after the disappearance of Saidan and Turalyon, Theon and Gavin Rad firmly believed that if they were still alive, they would definitely continue to have the same feelings.
In the face of the impending danger of Azeroth again and again, they were willing to obey orders to deal with the enemies in front of them first.
This did not mean that they had forgotten about Uther and Arthas, who was still at large.
The Holy Knight was not a profession that used the Holy Light to encompass everything.
In addition to [Holy] and [Protection], the Holy Knight also had the most important [Punishment]! There was also a key skill called [Reckoning]!
Yes!
Today!
Here and now!
This was the day of reckoning for the Four Silver Saints!
Two stalwart figures walked in front of the group, one on the left and one on the right. One of them was carrying the door-like [Ashbringer], and the other was carrying the harpoon-like [Windchaser Sword].
The surging energy rippling from the two Divine Weapons seemed to confirm the excitement of their owners.
Looking at them, Duque pursed his lips.
Duque knew that he was not the star of the show today!
There were no enemies in the cold and deep corridors and palaces.
Perhaps, even Arthas knew that it was impossible for the Calamity soldiers to overwhelm this hero team with numbers. This was because Duque was one of the experts who had entered the Ice Crown Fortress.
Along the way, Duque constantly relied on the System Elf to analyze everything in this domain. He was surprised to find that Arthis didn't restrict his access to the elements, and even allowed him to extend the Weave into Icecrown Castle.
This made Duque deeply suspicious. What was Arthis up to?
It was only after reaching the fifth floor that there were changes.
Very abruptly, the scene in front of every hero's eyes was cut apart.
More than ten black lines cut everything in their field of vision into pieces.
This wasn't an illusion. Space was really being cut apart.
"Protect yourselves!" Duque shouted sternly.
This shout was actually just instinctive. The moment space was cut apart, it was already destined that the sound transmitted through the air would not reach the ears of the hero team.
Duque waved [Atiesh] and immediately discovered that a strong suction force was sucking him to a huge square.
Originally, Duque didn't want to follow the other party's wishes. When he sensed the other party's aura, Duque changed his mind.
In the darkness, a square entered Duque's vision at high speed.
The ground was covered with patterns of skulls, the dark green carvings, the surrounding towering pillars, and the layers of concentric patterns that looked like chrysanthemums in the middle of the square made Duque immediately realize where he was.
"Wow! That's interesting. He's actually welcoming me in the territory of his dead wife. "
This was indeed a part of the Ice Crown Fortress. It turned out that here, the players would face Malygos' wife, Sindagosa, who had turned into an ice dragon.
Unexpectedly, after Sindagosa was beaten to a pulp, the one guarding this place would be Malygos, who only had half a body left.
"Yo, Malygos … You want to deal with me alone? You think too highly of yourself, don't you? Get Arthis out here! "Duque had a smile on his lips, his expression full of mockery.
Malygos opened his mouth, which was basically only left with bones. The dragon's mouth, which was barely attached to dry lips and muscles, let out a furious roar of the soul!
"Despicable thief! I still have a score to settle with you! Don't worry, you won't have the chance to meet the great Lich King! "
Faced with Malygos' anger, Duque didn't care. He scratched his head. "If you can come at me together, why do you have to die one by one? You're courting death again. "
Malygos didn't fully understand what he said. But Duque's contempt was real.
"Du — ke — ke —" The terrifying dragon's roar shook the entire palace. Countless icicles that were originally frozen on the pillars and decorations of the main hall's plaza fell down one after another and fell to the ground with a crisp "ping" sound.
It wasn't just Duque. Almost the entire team of heroes had been torn apart by the spatial trap just now.
When he fell from the sky, what appeared in front of him was a huge monster that could tentatively be called humanoid, six stories tall.
It stood on two legs, with only two toes on one leg and four on the other. The left claw had three withered bones, and the right had four palms still wrapped in rotten flesh. Its left shoulder was a huge mouth. Wrapped in fangs, there was something that looked like a scapula. On the huge right arm, there were two crooked arms.
Its facial features were also very random. One eye was at the back of its head, one was below the crooked left corner of its mouth, and several more eyes were on its belly, arms, back, and other places.
Obviously, this was another disgusting monster stitched with forbidden black magic.
If Duque were here, he would definitely recognize this as one of the Bosses of Ice Crown Fortress, Rotten Intestines.
On the other side, Gavin Rad was equally dumbfounded.
"F * ck! I'm about to throw up the bread I ate last night. "
Unfortunately, he encountered Rotten Intestines' brother, Rotten Noodles.
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