Chapter 430: Master Killing (Part 2)

This was not the first time that Kel'Thuzad's voice had been heard after his death. Arthas had heard his voice in Stratholme, but Arthas thought it was more of an auditory hallucination. Now it was a complete sentence. In addition to hearing it, Arthas could also see that a shadow was slowly condensing in front of him, and the shape it condensed into was Kel'Thuzad.

Arthas did not notice that Kel'Thuzad was floating out of his body. Kel'Thuzad showed a very cunning smile and said to Arthas: "I was not mistaken about you, Your Highness Arthas."

In an instant, the ghost disappeared again. The next moment, Tichondrius' voice came over: "You have been delayed for too long. What happened?"

Arthas wiped his eyes and found that the ghost had indeed disappeared. Was it an illusion?

Tichondrius did not notice Arthas's abnormality. He squatted beside Kel'Thuzad's tomb and looked at Kel'Thuzad's rotting body with some disgust. Arthas also followed his gaze and looked over. Kel'Thuzad's corpse had rotted beyond recognition and stank to the sky, but Arthas did not think the smell was bad, probably because he himself was now almost dead. Looking at Kel'Thuzad's corpse, Arthas recalled the scenes when he killed Kel'Thuzad. Although it happened not long ago, he still felt that it happened a long time ago...

"These remains are too rotten, they can't be transported to Quel'Thalas."

"Quel'Thalas?" Arthas was brought back to his senses by Tichondrius' words. Isn't Quel'Thalas the territory of the elves?

"Yes, only the energy of the High Elves' Sun Well can resurrect Kel'Thuzad." The Lord of Terror frowned as if he was thinking of a plan. "The longer time passes, the more rotten he will be. You must steal a very special urn and put him in it to prevent him from continuing to rot. Where is this urn... Haha, I thought of one, and the paladins guarding it happen to be here. Put the remains of the necromancer in it, and he will be safe on his journey."

The Lord of Terror grinned. This matter is not as simple as it seemed at first. Arthas wanted to ask a few more questions, but closed his mouth again. Tichondrius would not tell him. He shrugged his shoulders, rode Invincible and headed for his destination. No matter who it was, he would just defeat him. Behind him, the dark laughter of the demon was heard, which was very uncomfortable.

Arthas waited for a long time at the ambush point and finally waited for the funeral procession that Tichondrius mentioned. It was a small team. A small funeral procession slowly walked along the road. Arthas recognized their attire. This was a military funeral, or the deceased was a great noble. Several armored soldiers walked in a single line, and the one in the middle held something in his powerful hands. The dim sunlight reflected on his armor and the object in his hand. It was the urn that Tichondrius mentioned. Suddenly, Arthas understood why Tichondrius laughed.

The paladin's gait was different from the others, and his armor was of a unique style. That was his teacher, Uther. Arthas' hands trembled slightly as he held Frostmourne tightly. He suppressed the confusion and anxiety in his heart and ordered his men to move forward.

The funeral procession was full of excellent warriors, but there were not many of them, and they were surrounded in an instant. They drew their weapons, but did not attack immediately. Instead, they turned around and waited for the order from the man holding the urn. That was Uther's order. Uther looked at his former disciple calmly, his wrinkled face expressionless, but his eyes were burning with righteous anger.

"A dog will always eat shit."

Arthas trembled, his eyes rolled up, and his voice was hoarse: "I am so annoying. I have already disbanded your knights, how can you still call yourself a paladin now?"

"Don't think that disbanding it will count. You can use your status as a prince to deprive me of my title, but you can't use your status as a prince to deprive me of my loyalty to the Holy Light. I am responsible for the Holy Light. And you were the same."

Holy Light... He can still use this thing, the strongest paladin who uses the Holy Light... His heart sank suddenly in his chest, and for a moment, just a short moment, he lowered the sword in his hand, and the memory in his heart made him a little scared. However, the whisper rang again, reminding him of the power he had now, reminding him that the path of the Holy Light did not let him live up to his expectations. Arthas must hold Frostmourne tightly.

"I have done many things in my time," he answered, "I will not do that again."

"Your father ruled this land for fifty years, and you reduced it to ashes in a few days. But it is easier to destroy than to build, isn't it?"

"Haha, Uther. I don't have time to reminisce with you. I'm here to get the urn, give it to me, and you can die happily."

This man cannot be let go. Not even if he begs for mercy. Even more so if he begs for mercy. His identity is too important, and there is too much past and too much affection between them.

Now Uther showed an angry expression. He stared at Alsace and roared angrily: "This urn contains the ashes of your father, Alsace! Ah, do you want to blaspheme him one last time before you completely destroy his kingdom?"

Alsace was shocked.

Father...

"I don't know what's in it." Alsace gritted his teeth and said to Uther, and at the same time to himself. At this moment, he really figured out another reason why the King of Fear smiled evilly when he ordered Alsace. And he obviously knew it from the beginning, he knew what was in the urn. They continued to test him, one after another. Can Alsace fight his teacher, can he blaspheme his father's ashes. Arthas became angry. As he spoke, he jumped off his horse and pulled out Frostmourne.

"It doesn't matter who it is. No matter what method I use, I will not and cannot return empty-handed."

Frostmourne screamed in his hand, and the sound went straight into his mind, eager for this battle. Arthas took an attacking stance. Uther stared at him for a moment, then slowly raised his shining weapon.

"I don't want to believe this." He said hoarsely, tears in his eyes.

"Merciful Holy Light, please look, I am not facing the prince of this country, but the enemy who has brought disaster to this country. Please protect me! For the Holy Light! For justice in the world! Arthas, come and take it if you have the guts!" Uther's face was full of fierceness, and Arthas was stunned. He had never seen Uther so angry in all these years...