"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 attacking.

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 a 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.

他仿佛认命了一样松开手，一边咳着血，一边抬起头对王子说道：“我真心的希望地狱里专门有个位置给你留着，阿尔萨斯。”

“感谢你的好意，但我打算永生不死。”

阿尔萨斯用冰冷且十分平静的语气回应道。

就在他举起手中的符文双手剑打算贯穿这位强大的圣骑士时，一股强烈的危机感突然涌上心头。

出于下意识的第一反应，他立刻转过身释放出一团刺骨的寒气，以迅雷不及掩耳的速度凭空制造出一道足有半米厚的冰墙。

仅仅半秒钟之后，坚固的冰墙便轰的一声被砸出一个大洞。

只见一颗沉重的铁球凭借自身惊人的速度与动能凿穿冰层直奔胸口撞去。

死亡骑士根本来不及多想，赶忙把霜之哀伤横过来进行格挡。

随后整个人就在巨大的冲击力作用下飞了出去，一连砸穿了四五面墙，从好几栋建筑中间穿过。

等好不容易停下来的时候，才发现远处的天空不知何时多出了好几个由远而近的庞然大物。

而那颗铁球炮弹，正是从巨型飞艇下方吊舱炮台发射出来的。

最重要的是，飞艇上居然挂着代表洛丹伦王室的旗帜。

原本跪地等死的乌瑟尔也吃惊地瞪大了眼睛，想要用已经开始因为失血过多而模糊的视线，分辨出这些巨型空中飞艇究竟是来自哪一方面的援军。

但很快，频繁且密集的炮击便开始覆盖地面上的亡灵。

一些通过杠杆和扭矩原理制作而成的机械，也把大量点燃的炸药桶像天女散花般投向地面的亡灵军队。

一时之间，火炮的轰鸣声与密集的爆炸、燃烧彻底席卷了整个安多哈尔。

成千上万的食尸鬼和亡灵要么被实心的铁球弹丸撕碎，要么被从天而降的炸药桶连带方圆数十米范围内的一切夷为平地。

那骇人的火力简直颠覆了乌瑟尔对于远程武器的认知。

他发誓即便是戴琳所率领的库尔提拉斯舰队炮击，也绝对不可能造成如此惊人的效果。

才没过一会儿的功夫，原本已经冲进城内开始屠杀难民的亡灵就死伤惨重。

士兵和幸存下来的白银之手骑士团成员则趁机组织反攻，愣是把数倍与自己的敌人给推了回去。

这些飞艇是哪来的？

为什么自己从来没有听说过洛丹伦王国还有这样的战争兵器？

阿尔萨斯迅速从地上爬了起来，满脸都是疑惑不解的神情。

毕竟作为王储，泰瑞纳斯不管做什么都不会背着他。

也正因为如此，他才更清楚这个国家诸如粮食储备、兵力部署、各军团武器装备情况等信息，最终通过弑父杀母、突袭王都得策略轻松摧毁了整个国家。

更何况有资格悬挂米奈希尔王室旗帜的一共只有四个人。

其中父王和母后都已经被杀死了，他自己又听命于巫妖王，唯一有资格的就只剩下许久不见的姐姐。

可佳莉娅从小到大从未进行过任何跟战斗、战争和指挥相关的训练。

又怎么可能会率领一支军队大老远从南方的荆棘谷赶过来，抵达这片已经被天灾军团摧毁的危险土地？ 就在阿尔萨斯困惑不已的时候，三艘巨大的飞艇已然抵达安多哈尔的上空。

透过亡灵身躯所带来的超远视力，他终于看到了在其中一艘的甲板上，赫然站着一名身披金色铠甲、腰间悬挂着两柄短剑、留着一头金色长发的女性。

不光是死亡骑士看到了，乌瑟尔和那些洛丹伦的臣民们也同样看到了。

短暂的沉默之后，所有人都爆发出了震耳欲聋的欢呼声。

因为他们已经认出，这个看上去略显陌生的年轻女性不是别人，正是米奈希尔家族最后一个正统血脉，同时也是老国王的长女——佳莉娅公主。

不！ 现在应该称呼其为女王了！ 因为联盟各国已经承认她的权力与合法性。

“阿尔萨斯！！！！！！！！”

站在飞艇甲板上的佳莉娅显然已经锁定了自己罪孽深重的弟弟，身后猛然间张开一双由鲜血和能量构成的翅膀，纵身一跃从上千米的高空飞了下来。

当她稳稳落在地上的刹那，最后几名白银之手骑士团的圣骑士立刻奋不顾身的冲上去想要用身体保护自己效忠的君主。

就连重伤的乌瑟尔也赶忙释放圣光魔法治疗了一下伤口，拖着疲惫的身体快步走到近前，随即单膝跪地热泪盈眶的说道：“您是洛丹伦最后的希望，不应该来这种危险的地方。”

“不，乌瑟尔，我必须来。因为我要亲眼看看自己的弟弟变成了什么样子。而且现在的我跟以前截然不同了。”

说罢，佳莉娅轻轻一拽便将身披重甲的圣骑士从地上拉了起来。

她不经意之间所展现出来的惊人力量，顿时让后者惊讶的瞪大了眼睛，不断上下打量公主那丝毫看不出强壮与发达肌肉的身材。

不过佳莉娅并没有做过多的解释，仅仅只是推开阻挡自己前进的另外几名圣骑士，径直朝不远处站着的兄弟走去。

当这对姐弟的距离足够近时，她才露出一副可吓人的表情质问道：“为什么？ 为什么你要这样做？

父亲明明把所有的爱和他认为最好的东西都给了你！

你从小就受到万千宠爱，几乎想做什么就能做什么、想得到什么就一定能够得到！ 可到头来却只想要毁灭别人所珍视的一切！ 尤其是母亲，她是那么的善良、包容和仁慈，可你却毫不留情的残忍杀了她。”

“你这是在嫉妒我吗？亲爱的姐姐。”

阿尔萨斯原本冰冷的眼神似乎有些融化，声音也突然变得稍微温柔了一点。

佳莉娅不加思索的回答道：“我当然嫉妒你。

因为你仅仅因为是男性，就轻而易举获得了我无比渴望却从未得到的东西。

不管是父王和母后的爱，还是随心所欲的自由。

小的时候我经常会想，如果自己也是个男孩是不是就能得到跟你一样的对待。

是不是也可以自由自在去追寻梦想，骑着马在一望无际的田野上疾驰，感受着风吹过脸颊带来的刺激与喜悦？ 只可惜，这不过是儿时的幻想而已。

我是洛丹伦王室唯一的公主，所以必须要在任何场合表现出端庄、优雅的气质，并且还要保证谈吐、动作要得体。

像策马狂奔这种事情别说是去做，就连产生这样的想法都会遭到训斥。

可你呢？ 你十岁大的时候就能在侍从的陪伴下离开王宫四处游荡。

甚至还可以无视周围的风言风语与吉安娜享受恋爱的甜蜜。

可我却只能等待父王指定一个从未见过的王公贵族做丈夫。

你觉得这公平吗？”

很显然，佳莉娅今天把之前内心之中所积累的嫉妒和怨恨一股脑全部发泄了出来。

因为弟弟的堕落和弑杀父母的行为，实在是给她带来了太过于强烈的刺激，以至于就连性格都出现了一定程度的变化。

如果不是在经过南海镇的时候见到平安无事的女儿，这位公主现在的情绪会变得更加激动。

作为一个从小就集万千宠爱于一身的王子，一个无论想要什么都会立刻得到的人生赢家，阿尔萨斯显然从未注意过这个仅比自己大两岁的姐姐是否快乐幸福。

所以在听完这番话之后，他原本冰冷的心有一次出现了动摇，甚至是产生了那么一点点的愧疚。

但仅仅一秒钟之后，从霜之哀伤传出的力量就使其再一次变得冷酷起来，面无表情的反问：“那跟我有什么关系？ 这个世界从来都没有什么公平可言。

如果你不是身为公主，现在早就已经像那些农妇一样，在田地里干着日复一日的繁重体力工作。

皮肤也会因为长期风吹日晒而变得又黑又粗糙，根本不可能有现在这副美丽的外表和白皙娇嫩的皮肤。

而且你以为自己穿上铠甲、手持武器就能成为合格的战士吗？ 是什么给了你敢站在我面前的勇气？”

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)