"Prosperity? Abundance?

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

If he was as good as you said, his life's hard work would not have been easily destroyed by me in just a few days.

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

Just a little plague and undead was enough to cause this so-called most powerful kingdom of mankind to completely collapse and disintegrate.

Especially you, Uther the Lightbringer, who is still so bright, majestic and righteous, and never allows your reputation and glory to be tainted by even the slightest stain. "

Arthas used a tone and voice full of sarcasm to provoke the most sensitive nerves of his former mentor.

There is no doubt that he has not forgotten that outside the city of Stratholme, this powerful paladin led the Knights of the Silver Hand and refused to follow orders and left him.

Especially the despair of being betrayed by the person you trust the most, which is still like a scar that can never heal, and it hurts in your heart from time to time.

Although Arthas had stripped away the good part of his soul the moment he took up Frostmourne and became a Death Knight, this once extremely strong emotion did not disappear, but instead turned into a kind of hatred and resentment.

He hated this powerful paladin who could always stick to his moral bottom line no matter what he did, and he hated the way he looked down on him from a high position.

Uther undoubtedly noticed the prince's unusual reaction. He tightly grasped the warhammer in his hand that was emitting dazzling golden holy light, and asked in a deep voice: "So you came here today to take revenge on me and the Knights of the Silver Hand? You want to wipe out this noble organization that can highlight your dirty and evil soul, and then be a lackey of the Undead Scourge with a clear conscience?"

"Hahahaha! You think too highly of yourself, and of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

You stubborn people are worthless in my eyes.

I came to Andorhal for one thing only, and that was the urn in your custody.

Give it to me, and I'll consider making your death a quicker one."

Riding on a horse, Arthas raised Frostmourne and pointed at his former mentor not far away, with a biting chill emanating from his whole body.

A cold breath quickly enveloped his body, forming a layer of elemental protection like a mage's frost armor.

Unlike the Death Knights of Faerun, the Death Knights of Azeroth not only use the power of death itself, but also manipulate shadow and frost energy.

Especially after their bodies are completely dead, their movements no longer require muscles and blood to provide explosive power, so they can inject frost energy to freeze the water in their bodies, thereby forming extremely strong physical and magical defense capabilities.

This means that even if someone was lucky enough to break the sturdy full body plate armor made of Saronite, they would not be able to chop off Arthas' head or limbs as easily as killing an ordinary person.

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

In addition, there are a series of magic skills such as Death Coil, Howling Blast, Ice Storm, and resurrecting a large number of surrounding corpses into puppets controlled by oneself, and then eating them through Death Contract to restore one's own vitality.

Especially the first Death Knight chosen by the Lich King Ner'zhul, who was not at all inferior to the demon lords of the Burning Legion.

However, Uther was obviously completely enraged by the language of Arthas's request for the urn, and he shouted: "You bastard!

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

It was three hundred brave and fearless Royal Guards of Lordaeron who rushed into the throne hall filled with undead and risked their lives to finally snatch the body back.

They sacrificed their precious lives for this, and in the end only three people managed to escape alive.

Isn't it enough that you destroyed your father's kingdom, and now you want to defile his remains?"

These words instantly made Arthas's expression become extremely cold, and he responded very straightforwardly: "I don't know and I don't care what's inside. But that's what I want, so I must get it."

" Very good! That's great! What you did simply refreshed my understanding of shamelessness!

Since you have fallen to this level, let me put an end to you personally.

Come with your life, Arthas! Today I will seek justice for your parents and the innocent people who died tragically at your hands!"

Along with Uther's unbearable roar, dazzling golden holy light instantly descended from the sky, sweeping away all undead creatures within dozens of meters around.

Under the burning of this force, hundreds of ghouls and zombies fell to the ground, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

It goes without saying that the death energy in their bodies that supports the actions of undead creatures has been completely expelled by the Holy Light, which is what priests and paladins often refer to as "purification."

Obviously, this is also the secret of why Andorhal can rely on its dilapidated city walls to repel the siege of the Undead army time and time again.

Rather than saying that the Knights of the Silver Hand and those soldiers successfully held the line of defense, it would be more accurate to say that Uther the Lightbringer relied on his own powerful strength to kill all the thousands of undead that poured up.

After a burst of strong holy light, this possibly the most powerful first-generation Paladin, like a ferocious lion, swung his extremely heavy two-handed hammer and smashed it directly at the head of his former apprentice.

Because Arthas now has not yet become the Lich King and wears the Crown of Domination, his entire head is completely exposed without any protection, and his long gray hair will even flutter in the breeze.

This means that anyone with a little combat common sense will subconsciously avoid the indestructible full body armor and attack the unprotected and vulnerable head.

Unfortunately, Arthas was already prepared for the battle. He swung Frostmourne and blocked the handle of the heavy warhammer with a clang.

Under the impact of the huge force, the Undead Warhorse Invincible couldn't help but take two steps back before he managed to keep his balance and not fall.

This ill-fated master and disciple pair pressed their faces together, trying desperately to exert more force while staring fiercely into each other's eyes.

The next second...

Almost at the same time, the two men loosened their grip on their weapons, aimed at each other and released magical energy.

moment!

Holy light and shadow collided in the air, causing violent impact and explosion.

Boom!!!! The strong airflow immediately separated them.

Uther used his heavy warhammer to cut a groove about twenty to thirty centimeters deep on the ground.

Arthas fell off Invincible's back, rolled over and hit the wall of a house, looking very embarrassed.

It is not difficult to see from this scene that the light and dark energy that created the universe where the planet Azeroth is located are not at all as gentle as the positive energy and negative energy in the universe where the continent of Faerun is located.

The latter is more of a silent neutralization when contact occurs, rather than triggering a violent rejection reaction and energy release.

But the Holy Light cast by Uther and the Death Coil thrown by Arthas just now caused a horrific explosion.

On the one hand, the holy light and shadow energies they possess are too powerful, and on the other hand, these two energies completely repel each other.

Moreover, Uther clearly had the upper hand, and both his magical power and combat experience were far superior to Arthas.

This was obviously unacceptable to the latter, who had been invincible since picking up Frostmourne.

After a brief pause, the stubborn and paranoid part of Arthas' character was instantly aroused, and he took the sword and launched an attack. His violent posture made him look more like a warrior in a bloodthirsty state than a cold-blooded death knight.

In fact, this was his usual attitude when he was fighting with all his might.

After all, before he aspired to become a paladin, the prince had been learning fighting and weapon skills from the dwarf hero, Muradin Bronzebeard.

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

This guy is essentially a fury warrior who can use the power of Holy Light.

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

In contrast, Uther changed his job from a priest to a paladin, so his fighting style is exactly the opposite.

The two people fighting fiercely at this moment were like each other's reflections in the mirror.

Although Arthas' body is extremely cold, irrational violence and impulse bloom from the depths of his soul; and although Uther exudes the heat of life and the warmth of holy light, his soul gives people a sense of rationality and calmness.

What's more important is that every collision, as long as the shadow and holy light energy are involved, will inevitably lead to a violent explosion.

Many Death Knights and other undead creatures who came from all directions to help were torn to pieces by the aftermath before they could get close.

Even the surrounding buildings were quickly reduced to ruins.

The two men proved with practical actions that in this world, the value of a strong man is far greater than that of thousands of ordinary soldiers.

"You know what? When the news came from the capital, I couldn't believe my ears.

When you were young and arbitrary, I thought it was childish; when you were reckless in investigating the plague, I understood it as your desire to step out of the shadow of your parents and make achievements; even after the brutal massacre in Stratholme, I still prayed that you could realize your misjudgment.

Because deep down in my heart, I never want to be an enemy of my son who is loyal to my monarch."

After Uther repelled his apprentice once again, tears glistened in his eyes and he spoke in an extremely hoarse voice.

"But you're already doing it now."

Arthas pursed his lips into a sarcastic smile.

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

After all, this was my final promise to your father, King Terenas.

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

But I must at least respect his remains.”

"You will die because of this promise."

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

"Perhaps. I would rather die keeping my oath than live at your mercy. I am glad the king is dead, so he doesn't have to see what you have become."

Uther had obviously already put his life and death aside. Even though he and a few frightened horses running around were the only ones left at the gate of the military camp, he did not show the slightest fear.

He had seen too much killing and death in his life, personally participated in wars with brutal orcs, and fought extremely dangerous battles head-on with ogres that were more than twice as tall as humans, so he had long since let go of everything.

The only thing that was hard for him to accept was that this highly anticipated prince turned into a complete monster in just a few months.

But what's interesting is that when Arthas heard these words, he was stunned for a moment.

To be precise, it was the last bit of conscience that triggered the heartache that could not be described in words. Strong emotions intertwined and struggled in his mind, making him a little overwhelmed as he had never experienced such a feeling since he became an undead.

The experienced Uther obviously seized this opportunity, and with dazzling golden light blooming all over his body, he roared: "Holy Light! Please give me strength!"

moment!

The heavy two-handed warhammer was swung and smashed directly towards Arthas who was nearby.

The weapon wrapped in huge energy fell from the sky, and one could even hear the whistling sound of the wind tearing through the air.

Fortunately, Arthas was a veteran of many battles during his expedition to Northrend, and he quickly dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways, avoiding being shot in the head on the spot.

He then wielded Frostmourne to counterattack, trying to force back this powerful mentor.

But how could Uther, who was experienced in battle, give up such a great opportunity so easily? He immediately blocked the sword with his hammer.

Ding! Another spark-sprinkling clash of weapons, followed by the two men engaging in close combat for who knows what, the nth time.

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

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

Otherwise, if they were defeated by Uther again, what would the huge sacrifices and abandoned humanity have meant? So Uther must die! And he must die by his own sword!

Only in this way can we prove that the sweet and hopeful life in the past was false!

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

Just as Arthas' mind was wandering uncontrollably, Uther suddenly exerted force with his arms, knocking him back two steps.

"That's it, kid!"

The Messenger of Light let out a deafening roar and terrifying energy burst out from his body. Even his eyes, nose, mouth and ears were emitting golden holy light.

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

In just less than 0.01 seconds, the hammer with the force of thunder came down and hit Arthas hard in the abdomen.

Bang! After a muffled sound, the Death Knight felt that the air in his abdominal cavity was squeezed out by the huge impact force, and a deep pit instantly appeared in the protective gear made of Saronite.

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

Otherwise, the upper and lower body would have been broken into two pieces by now, with the intestines and other internal organs mixed with blood plasma and minced meat splattering everywhere.

But even so, Arthas did not suffer much. He first flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground on his back.

Even the artifact Frostmourne flew out of his hand 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 now being poured into Uther, as if it was giving him the most severe punishment through this mentor.

Especially when Uther came closer, the power that once made people feel warm and at ease severely burned the Death Knight's pale, bloodless skin, causing the latter's facial expression to become extremely painful and distorted.

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

According to Arthas' current condition, he is completely unable to resist and can only wait for the other party to end his life.

Just when his mind went blank, he suddenly found that he was holding Frostmourne in his hand without knowing when.

But Uther hesitated for some reason and was reluctant to lower his raised hammer.

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

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

He seized this fleeting opportunity and immediately turned over to avoid the war hammer that was smashing down on his head.

boom!!!!

The huge impact force instantly smashed the stone slabs on the ground into pieces, and dirt and gravel splashed up under the kinetic energy impact.

Arthas used the flying dirt and gravel to block his vision to get up from the ground, and felt that his strength had been restored, even stronger than before.

Especially the reaction speed brought by the increased agility, he was able to hold his own against Uther in a head-on confrontation.

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

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, and he successfully suppressed the mentor he had never defeated during the offensive.

On the other hand, Uther didn't know whether it was because he had exerted too much strength 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 dim and fade.

Finally, Arthas seized an opportunity, instantly broke through the hammer's block, and slashed directly into the gap in the armor between the gorget and the shoulder.

Puff! Dazzling blood gushed out, instantly staining the armor and the ground red.

Almost at the same time, the artifact Frostmourne made a hungry sound.

It craves more! It craves to tear apart the soul of this powerful Paladin!

The severe pain and arm weakness caused by muscle tearing made it impossible for Uther to hold the hammer tightly.

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

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

Arthas responded in a cold and 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 in his heart.

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

Just half a second later, a big hole was smashed in the solid ice wall with a loud bang.

I saw a heavy iron ball using its amazing speed and kinetic energy to break through the ice and head straight for my chest.

The Death Knight had no time to think and quickly turned Frostmourne sideways to block.

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

When I finally stopped, I discovered that there were several huge monsters in the distant sky, approaching from afar.

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

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

Uther, who was kneeling on the ground waiting to die, widened his eyes in shock, trying to use his vision, which was already blurry due to excessive blood loss, to figure out where these giant airships were from.

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

Some machines made using the principles of levers and torque also threw a large number of ignited barrels of explosives at the undead army on the ground like flowers scattered from the sky.

In an instant, the roar of artillery and intensive explosions and burnings completely engulfed the entire Andorhal.

Thousands of zombies and undead were either torn to pieces by solid iron ball projectiles or razed to the ground by barrels of explosives that fell from the sky, along with everything within a radius of dozens of meters.

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

He swore that even the bombardment of the Kul Tiras fleet led by Daelin could never produce such an astonishing effect.

After a short while, the undead who had rushed into the city and started slaughtering 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 pushed back the enemy that was several times their number.

Where did these airships come from?

Why have I never heard of such war weapons in the Kingdom of Lordaeron?

Arthas quickly got up from the ground, his face full of confusion.

After all, as the crown prince, Terenas would never do anything behind his back.

It was also because of this that he was more aware of the country's information such as food reserves, troop deployment, and weapons and equipment of each legion. In the end, he easily destroyed the entire country through the strategies of killing his father and mother and raiding the capital.

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

His father and mother had been killed, and he himself obeyed the Lich King. The only qualified person was his sister whom he had not seen for a long time.

But Jialiya had never received any training related to combat, war, and command since she was a child.

How could he lead an army all the way from the Stranglethorn Vale in the south to reach this dangerous land that had been destroyed by the Scourge? Just as Arthas was confused, three huge airships had already arrived over Andorhal.

Through the super-long-range vision brought by his undead body, he finally saw a woman wearing golden armor, with two daggers hanging from her waist and long golden hair standing on the deck of one of the ships.

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

After a brief silence, everyone burst into deafening cheers.

Because they have recognized that this young woman who looks a little strange is none other than the last legitimate bloodline of the Menethil family and the eldest daughter of the old king - Princess Calia.

No! Now she should be called the Queen! Because the alliance countries have recognized her power and legitimacy.

"ALSACE!!!!!!!!!"

Standing on the deck of the airship, Jia Liya had obviously locked onto her sinful brother. She suddenly opened a pair of wings made of blood and energy behind her, and leaped down from a height of thousands of meters.

The moment she landed steadily on the ground, the last few paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand immediately rushed forward recklessly, wanting to use their bodies to protect the monarch they were loyal to.

Even the seriously injured Uther quickly released holy light magic to heal his wounds, dragged his exhausted body to quickly approach, then knelt on one knee and said with tears in his eyes: "You are the last hope of Lordaeron, you should not come to such a dangerous place."

"No, Uther, I must come. Because I want to see with my own eyes what my brother has become. And I am completely different now than I was before."

After saying that, Jia Liya gently pulled the heavily armored paladin up from the ground.

The amazing strength she displayed inadvertently made the latter open his eyes in surprise, and he kept looking up and down at the princess's body that did not show any strength or developed muscles.

However, Jia Liya did not give too much explanation. She simply pushed away the other paladins who were blocking her way and walked straight towards her brother who was standing not far away.

When the siblings were close enough, she showed a scary expression and asked, "Why? Why did you do this?

Your father has given you all his love and everything he thinks is best!

You have been loved since you were little, and you can do whatever you want and get whatever you want! But in the end, you just want to destroy everything that others cherish! Especially your mother, she is so kind, tolerant and merciful, but you killed her mercilessly and cruelly. "

"Are you jealous of me, dear sister?"

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

Jia Liya answered without hesitation: "Of course I am jealous of you.

Because simply because you are a man, you easily get what I desire so much but never get.

Whether it is the love of the King and Queen, or the freedom to do whatever one wants.

When I was little, I often wondered if I would be treated the same way as you if I were a boy.

Wouldn't it be possible to pursue dreams freely, ride a horse across the endless fields, and feel the excitement and joy of the wind blowing across my cheeks? Unfortunately, this is just a childhood fantasy.

I am the only princess of the royal family of Lordaeron, so I must show a dignified and elegant temperament in any occasion, and ensure that my speech and movements are appropriate.

Not to mention doing something like galloping on horseback, even having the thought of doing so would result in a reprimand.

But what about you? When you were ten years old, you could leave the palace and wander around with your servants.

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

But I can only wait for my father to designate a prince or nobleman whom I have never met as my husband.

Do you think this is fair?"

It was obvious that today, Jialiya vented all the jealousy and resentment that had accumulated in her heart.

Because her brother's depravity and murder of his parents brought her such a strong stimulation that even her personality changed to a certain extent.

If the princess had not seen her daughter safe and sound when she passed through Nanhai Town, she would have been even more agitated.

As a prince who has been loved by everyone since childhood, a winner in life who gets whatever he wants immediately, Arthas obviously never paid attention to whether his sister, who is only two years older than him, is happy.

So after hearing these words, his originally cold heart began to waver, and he even felt a little guilty.

But just a second later, the power from Frostmourne made him become cold again, and he asked expressionlessly: "What does that have to do with me? There has never been any fairness in this world.

If you were not a princess, you would have been like those peasant women, doing heavy physical work in the fields day after day.

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

And do you think you can become a qualified warrior just by wearing armor and holding weapons? What gives you the courage to stand in front of me? "

As the last word came out of his mouth, the coldness on Arthas' body suddenly surged. He raised his hand and pulled his sister over with a death grip.

"No!!!!!!!"

Upon seeing this, Uther rushed forward like a madman, trying to protect the last bloodline of the royal family of Lordaeron.

But before he could throw out the blessing of protection, he saw Jia Liya draw out two daggers at lightning speed, and use a beautiful and graceful step like dancing to easily avoid the stab of Frostmourne.

One of the daggers successfully blocked the subsequent sweep, and at the same time, the other dagger went around from behind and stabbed Arthas' left eye.

Poof! With just one strike, the future second-generation Lich King went from having two healthy eyes to having one eye.

Although the blood in the body had already frozen due to the cold and failed to successfully penetrate into the cranial cavity through the eye socket, the eye still rolled out along with the dagger when it was pulled out.

Obviously, this unique swordsmanship technique is the elven sword dance taught to Zuo Si by the dark girl Eilistraee.

The latter was passed on to the princess of Lordaeron through the First Embrace, enabling her to acquire excellent melee combat capabilities in a short period of time.

But this is not the end! Jia Liya, who had been accumulating a lot of anger, took advantage of the gap in her brother's vision due to the loss of one eye and quickly completed the six-ring magic [Return to Death].

Under Zuo Si's training, she was not as merciful as Uther, but ruthlessly poured this sacred energy into the Death Knight's body.

moment!

Arthas felt as if his entire body exploded from the inside. Cracks appeared in his muscles and skin, and death, shadow and frost energy gushed out from these cracks crazily.

The immense pain he had never experienced before acted directly on his soul, making him unable to hold back any longer and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

“Aa…

"Do you think I'm still the cowardly princess who only obeys my father's arrangements?

Do you think you are the only one who has gained greater power?

Today I will make you pay for what you have done! I want you to know that the Kingdom of Lordaeron has not yet perished!

And I am the true and legitimate queen of this country!"

As the last word came out of her mouth, Jia Liya cast the five-ring magic [Weapon of Destruction] on the dagger, and at the same time frantically devoured the spiritual energy generated from her brother's pain, clearly wanting to take advantage of the other party's carelessness and kill him in one go.

You must know that whether it is [Immortality Return to Death] or [Weapon of Destruction], they are essentially powerful magics developed based on the characteristics of the undead.

Its ability to restrain undead creatures is many times stronger than holy light.

Especially the [Weapon of Destruction], once it is blessed, it is completely a temporary trial version of Ashbringer.

Whether it's a ghoul or a stitched abomination, once hit, it's basically doomed to die.

Only top undead creatures like liches and demiliches with strong magic resistance can escape through immunity.

And even if they pass the waiver, they will still be hit hard.

The Lich King, who was far away on the Frozen Throne in Northrend, apparently realized that the warrior he had chosen was in great danger, and immediately released the powerful death magic through Frostmourne.

The next second...

The piercing soul screams swept all creatures within a hundred meters! Even a powerful paladin like Uther knelt on the ground in pain, and many others lost consciousness.

Some ordinary people with weaker constitutions even died on the spot, just like they were hit by the Nine-Ring Magic Banshee's Howl.

Although Jia Liya has a strong resistance to shadow and death magic, she is still forced back by the power of the Lich King and the artifact.

Arthas took the opportunity to turn over, rode on Invincible, turned around and ran out of the city, not caring about the undead legions scattered around.

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

Just when Jia Liya was about to give chase, she suddenly heard Zuo Si's voice in her mind.

“Stop chasing.

Arthas is not alone, he is accompanied by the leader of the dreadlords, Tichondrius.

What's more, the only reason you were able to defeat Arthas was because he was careless.

If you fight head-on, your chances of winning will be no more than 40%.

Now let's pick up the eye from the ground, then gather the survivors of Andorhal and retreat south.

It's a win if we can successfully rescue Uther this time."

"As you wish."

Jialiya quickly calmed down her excited mood, slowly folded the pair of bright red wings behind her, and put the two daggers back into the sheath.

There is no doubt that this fight between the siblings and the severe damage to Arthas gave her great confidence, making her realize for the first time how powerful the power given to her by God was.

If it weren't for the sword that suddenly appeared and caused trouble, there would probably be nothing left of Arthas.

As for Uther and the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand who were watching the battle on the sidelines, they were completely stunned by the fighting power displayed by Her Majesty the Queen. After the battle, they all came up to ask what happened to Calia and why she had gained such powerful strength.

When they learned that this power came from the God of the Contract, some paladins who hated the Scourge and Arthas to the extreme immediately expressed their desire to join the church in order to gain more powerful strength to avenge those innocent victims.

Not only them, but even devout and hardcore believers of the Holy Light like Uther couldn't help but waver.

After all, the Church of the God of Contract did not prohibit anyone from continuing to believe in the Holy Light.

Many original paladins and priests can still use holy light magic after conversion.

Because everyone's attention was focused on Calia and the giant airships in the sky, they did not notice that the urn containing King Terenas had been quietly stolen by the Dreadlord.

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

Especially after seeing the giant airship appearing in the sky from afar, the Dreadlord immediately decided to take some measures alone to avoid possible mission failure.

Facts have proven that being a jerk waiting for an opportunity is much less tiring than charging in and confronting the enemy head-on.

When Arthas escaped back to the base and found that Kel'Thuzad's remains had been placed in an urn, his face was as ugly as it could be.

Because now his originally stern appearance has been tormented by the magic like a "special edition of Minecraft", and from a distance it looks like a pile of abstract works made up of mosaic blocks.

Large areas of skin and muscle were torn apart, leaving cracks, and were completely glued together by the power of the Lich King.

Before the energy of [Immortality and Death] is completely consumed, the body cannot be fully restored to its original state.

And you have to hold Frostmourne 24 hours a day and never let go, otherwise your body might suddenly explode from the inside...

(End of this chapter)