"You despicable degenerate —" Uther's roar echoed in the broken throne room.
Beside him, the battle between light and darkness had begun.
The golden holy light of the Holy Knights.
The dark evil light of the Death Knights.
They were shining together!
Every second, there were people falling.
Or the human knight who had just shouted his holy name.
Or perhaps it was the former Royal Guard who silently fell once more, the current Death Knight.
"Despicable? Degenerate? Haha! What does the world think have to do with me? I just want to feel good. I just want power! Hahahahaha! "
Amidst Arthas' wild laughter, Frostmourne began to scream evilly. Not only in his hands, but also in his mind, thirsting for battle. Arthas gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. His feet went into the T-stance that Uther had taught him. He raised his sword and got into an attacking stance.
For an instant, Wuther's gaze seemed to have traversed through time. He had arrived at the Arthas of thirteen years ago, the Little Prince Arthas who had worshipped him as a disciple and studied the path of battle and the path of Holy Light with unparalleled passion!
Uther withdrew his gaze from his memories and looked at Arthas for a while. Finally, he slowly raised the blazing holy light warhammer.
"I was never willing to believe the news that you had degenerated into a Death Knight and killed your father." The Holy Knight leader's voice was hoarse, and there were actually tears in his eyes. "Until I saw the destruction of Lordaeron with my own eyes, and saw the remains of His Majesty..."
At this moment, Arthas felt his father's eyes focus on him from behind. He felt that Uther's words made his soul tremble.
He hated this feeling of weakness. He purposely let the dark light on his body shine brighter. He turned his head and glanced at his father's corpse, the corner of his mouth rising.
"Do you believe it now?!"
Unexpectedly, Uther started talking to himself. "Your selfishness when you were young, I thought it was childishness. Your stubbornness and blindness, I thought it was the desire of a young man to walk out of the shadow of his father's generation. At the orphanage — "
At the mention of the orphanage, both master and disciple had the same sadness on their faces.
Uther raised his head. "Yes, the holy light forgave my heart. Even though it was a true tragedy... After that day, I always prayed that you would realize your mistake. "
"A mistake? Yes! I was making mistakes again and again, but why didn't you stop me at that time!? " After pushing the blame onto her master, Arthas continued to glare angrily at Uther.
Wuther's mouth was full of bitterness. "I cannot be enemies with the son of my Lord."
Arthis forced a smile onto her face, and the two of them began to stare at each other, "But you've done it now."
"This is my last promise to your father, my late friend. Even though I killed his own son when he was defenseless and defenseless, the least I can do is make sure his remains are treated with respect. "
"You and your people will die because of your promise." Arthas looked mockingly at the Holy Knights who were dwindling.
Holy Knights were very strong, but in the face of endless enemies, this strength, this Holy Light, was as weak as a firefly in the night.
"Death? Perhaps. Before coming here, we were all mentally prepared for this. " Wuther did not care. "I would rather die for my oath than live under your 'mercy'. I am so glad that Terenas is dead. I am so glad that he doesn't have to see what you have become. "
These words … made Arthas' heart ache.
He did not expect this kind of reaction. The prince was stunned, and his heart was in a fierce battle. And Wuther, who already had the advantage, took advantage of the moment of hesitation to strike first.
"For the Holy Light!" Wuther roared, swinging his warhammer slightly backwards, and then swung it at Arthas with all his strength. The blazing giant warhammer came at such a fast speed, and the howling of the wind made people feel like the warhammer of holy light had already torn through space.
It was a hammer strike that resembled the descent of the scorching sun.
There was no time to dodge, and Arthas had to grit his teeth and raise his sword to block.
"Clang —"
There was a loud sound.
The huge impact almost made Arthas collapse.
Arthas was at a great disadvantage.
Almost at the moment when the sword and hammer clashed, Arthas felt the strength in his arms and abdomen weaken. The body that was reborn with the power of darkness was still not comparable to the body that had accompanied him for more than 20 years. The aftereffects of losing his arm and abdomen in the battle with Duque finally showed itself.
Because [Frostmourne] had expended a huge amount of magic power to heal him, coupled with the instability of Arthas' Heart of Darkness, the direct result was that the dignified magic sword [Frostmourne] was actually smashed by the Most Powerful Paladin Uther's Epic-grade mortal iron sledgehammer, leaving a small crack.
"No —" Arthas showed a panicked expression.
"Destroy — Arthas!" Wuther let out a thunderous roar, and his beard fluttered in the wind, making him look like a god that had descended to the mortal world.
Arthas did not dare to take the second blow no matter what. The nimble footwork that he had trained for a long time saved him.
Even though he was almost hit, he barely dodged. The undead king could feel the air flow from the warhammer hitting his face.
Wuther's expression was calm and focused … and there was a murderous aura. At this moment, he only had one thought — to destroy the king's unfilial son.
Stopping the spread of evil was his duty.
At the same time, Arthas also knew that there was no turning back. He was no longer a living person. After crossing the taboo of life and death, he could only walk further and further down the path of depravity.
Even without the Dreadlord's reminder, he knew that killing his former mentor was his duty.
He had to erase his past … all of it. Otherwise, it would never stop raising its head, bringing him false sweet hope, as if there was still a possibility that he could receive mercy and forgiveness.
Wuther continued to attack, and after a total of twelve blows, Arthas retreated a total of twenty-four steps, all the way to the edge of the throne. Suddenly, Arthas found that his back foot was pressed against the edge of the Lordaeron throne.
There was no way back!
He had to fight back!
It was a roar of despair. Arthas took advantage of the opening that Wuther revealed due to his anger and slashed down.
Who knew that it was a flaw that Wuther deliberately revealed!
[Frostmourne] missed its target.
"Stupid disciple! Have you forgotten what it means to lure the enemy? " His left hand grabbed Arthas' wrist, while his right hand held the Holy Light Warhammer above Arthas' head. As long as Uther was willing. As long as Wuther was willing, this future Lich King would fall here forever. The soul that was destroyed by the Holy Light would no longer have the ability to inherit the Lich King's will and inheritance.
At this moment, Arthas smiled evilly.
Behind him, the corpse of Terenas, who had died a long time ago, suddenly pounced towards Wuther!
Looking at the rotting face of Terenas, there was still a familiar outline. As long as he used the Holy Light, he could destroy the zombified Terenas and get out of this predicament. However, Wuther was stunned for a moment.
When Wuther reacted, he was shocked to find that he was already hugging Terenas' corpse, and that evil magic sword had pierced through his body and his Lord.
"This is my victory, Arthas! My teacher! "That was a sentence that plunged Wuther into an abyss of darkness.
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