Alsace pursed his lips and revealed a sarcastic smile.

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

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

Even though his biological son killed him when he was defenseless and defenseless.

But I have to at least let his remains be respected."

"You will die for this promise."

Arthas raised the Frostmourne in his hand high and began to gather energy, completely covering the entire blade with a layer of ultra-low temperature frost.

"Maybe. I would rather die to keep my oath than live under your so-called kindness. I am so glad that the king is dead, and that he does not have to see what you have become."

Uther had obviously given up on life and death for a long time. Even though he and a few frightened war horses were the only ones left at the entrance of the military camp, he did not show the slightest trace of fear.

He has seen too much killing and death in his life, has personally participated in wars with brutal orcs, and has had extremely dangerous battles with ogres that are more than twice as tall as humans, so he has already seen everything.

opened.

The only thing that made him find it difficult to accept was that the prince who had been highly anticipated turned into a complete monster in just a few months.

But what's interesting is that Alsace was stunned for a short time when he heard these words.

To be precise, it was the last remaining trace of conscience that caused indescribable heartache. Strong emotions intertwined and struggled in his mind, making him feel at a loss as he had never experienced such a feeling since he became undead.

The experienced Uther obviously seized this opportunity, and his whole body burst into dazzling golden light and roared: "Holy Light! Please give me power!"

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The heavy two-handed warhammer spun up and hit Alsace, who was just around the corner.

The weapon wrapped with huge energy fell from the sky, and you could even hear the roaring wind tearing through the air.

But fortunately, Arthas was experienced in many battles during his expedition to Northrend. He hurriedly turned sideways to barely avoid this fatal blow, avoiding being shot in the head on the spot.

He followed up and counterattacked with Frostmourne, hoping to force this powerful mentor back.

But how could Uther, who was experienced in fighting, give up this great opportunity so easily and immediately blocked the sword edge with his hammer.

clang!

There was another collision of weapons with sparks flying, and then the two of them entered into close combat for an unknown number of times.

There is no doubt that Arthas has never defeated his mentor even once in his life, so he obviously lacks confidence in this kind of protracted tug-of-war.

But the order of the Dread Lord and his strong desire to completely erase all the past made him unwilling to take a step back.

Otherwise, if he is defeated by Uther again, what will the huge sacrifices he made and the abandoned humanity be?

So Uther must die!

And he will die by his own sword!

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

Only then can you confirm the value and meaning of your existence now!

Just when Arthas was thinking uncontrollably, Uther's arms suddenly exerted force and knocked him back two steps.

"That's it! Boy!"

The Lightbringer burst into deafening shouts, shooting out frightening energy from his body, and even his eyes, nose, mouth and ears were overflowing with golden holy light.

It was as if he himself had become the spokesperson of justice and light at this moment, and was about to launch an unprecedented trial.

In less than 0.01 seconds, the warhammer with thunderous force crashed down and hit Alsace hard on the abdomen.

boom!

After a muffled sound, the death knight felt that the entire air in his abdominal cavity was squeezed out by the huge impact, and a deep pit instantly appeared in the protective gear made of Saronite.

Obviously, this set of magic armor tailor-made by the Lich King saved his life at a critical moment.

Otherwise, the upper and lower body should have been broken into two parts by now, and the intestines and other internal organs were mixed with plasma and minced meat and scattered everywhere.

But even so, Alsace didn't feel any better. He first jumped into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground on his back.

Even the artifact Frostmourne was released and flew several meters away.

He wanted to struggle to get up and continue fighting, but he saw that the holy light he had abandoned was pouring into Uther's body, as if he was going to give himself the most severe punishment through this mentor.

Especially when Uther came closer, the power that once made people feel warm and reassuring seriously burned the death knight's pale, bloodless skin, causing the expression on the latter's face to be extremely painful and distorted.

There is no doubt that Uther, the teacher, won the duel between master and apprentice.

According to Alsace's current state, he was unable to resist at all and could only wait for the other party to end his life.

Just when his mind went blank, he suddenly found that he had held Frostmourne in his hand again without knowing when.

But Uther hesitated for some reason, and did not lower the raised war hammer for a long time.

"Any light is accompanied by shadows, every day is accompanied by night, the brightest candle can be extinguished, and the same is true for the brightest life..."

Arthas couldn't remember how many times he heard whispers from the Lich King, but he saw that the holy light surrounding Uther began to gradually dim as it reached its peak.

He seized this fleeting opportunity and immediately turned over to avoid the war hammer coming down from his head.

boom!!!!

The huge impact force immediately smashed the stone slabs on the ground to pieces, and the soil and gravel flew up under the kinetic energy impact.

Alsace, on the other hand, used the splash of mud and gravel to block his sight and climbed up from the ground, and felt that his strength had returned, even stronger than before.

In particular, the reaction speed brought about by the increase in agility can actually keep up with Uther in a head-on confrontation.

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

The most important thing is that although Frostmourne is an equally heavy two-handed sword, in the hands of the death knight, it is as light and flexible as a one-handed sword. It surprisingly succeeded in suppressing the mentor who had never defeated it during the attack.

On the contrary, Uther didn't know whether it was because he used too much force just now, or because he consumed too much magic power, or because he was suppressed by the death energy contained in Frostmourne. The rich holy light energy on his body began to become darker and darker.

subside.

Finally, Alsace seized an opening, instantly passed through the war hammer's block, and slashed directly into the armor gap between the gorget and the shoulder.

puff!

Dazzling blood suddenly spurted out, instantly staining the armor and the ground red.

Almost at the same time, the artifact Frostmourne let out a hungry cry.

It craves more!

Desire to tear apart the soul of this powerful paladin!

Naturally, Alsace would not refuse the request for the artifact. He immediately roared like a wild beast and suddenly increased the strength of his hands, trying to cut off the entire arm of his former mentor.

The severe pain and weakness in his arms caused by muscle tears made it impossible for Uther to hold the warhammer tightly.

He let go of his hand as if he had accepted his fate, and while coughing blood, he raised his head and said to the prince: "I sincerely hope that there will be a special place in hell for you, Arthas."

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

Alsace responded in a cold and very calm tone.

Just when he raised the rune-sword in his hand and planned to pierce this powerful paladin, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Out of a subconscious first reaction, he immediately turned around and released a ball of biting cold air, creating an ice wall half a meter thick out of thin air at lightning speed.

Just half a second later, a big hole was punched out of the solid ice wall with a bang.

I saw a heavy iron ball using its astonishing speed and kinetic energy to cut through the ice and hit my chest.

The death knight didn't have time to think too much and quickly turned Frostmourne sideways to block.

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

When I finally stopped, I realized that there were several huge objects approaching from far away in the sky.

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

The most important thing is that the airship actually carries the flag representing the royal family of Lordaeron.

Uther, who was kneeling down and waiting for death, also widened his eyes in surprise, trying to use his vision that was already blurred due to excessive blood loss to distinguish from which reinforcements these giant airships came.

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

Some machines made through the principles of levers and torque also threw a large number of ignited explosive barrels towards the undead army on the ground like a goddess scattering flowers.

Suddenly, the roar of artillery, dense explosions, and burning completely swept through the entire Andorhal.

Thousands of ghouls and undead were either torn apart by solid iron ball projectiles, or were flattened to the ground by explosive barrels falling from the sky and everything within a radius of tens of meters.

The terrifying firepower simply overturned Uther's understanding of long-range weapons.

He swore that even the bombardment by the Kul Tiran fleet led by Dai Lin would never have such a shocking effect.

Not long after, the undead who had already rushed into the city and started massacring the refugees suffered heavy casualties.

The soldiers and the surviving members of the Knights of the Silver Hand took the opportunity to organize a counterattack, and were stunned to push back enemies several times their size.

Where did these airships come from?
To be continued...