Chapter 755 For Stronger Power

The once holy and beautiful city of Lordaeron was completely silent.

The traces of the horrific killings a few days ago are still all over the city. Nearly half of the pure white tower collapsed, the once gorgeous long street is full of rubble, and the walls are covered with scratches.

Dark blood spattered on the walls, on the avenue, and a few stinking bits of meat.

Most of the undead had been transferred to Dalaran a few days ago to participate in the battle that attempted to destroy the mage city. There were only a few undead with incomplete bones, crawling around the city in a daze.

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves, and the war horse exuding divine light trampled on a zombie with only half of its body left, and even its intestines were dragged outside, giving this sad undead a final rest.

On the wide road in Lordaeron, eight knights opened the way in front, with a four-horse cart and several guards in the middle, and eight knights followed closely behind.

Obviously, this is a funeral procession that is incompatible with this dead and terrifying city, because the car is loaded with funeral accessories. The decoration was very grand, perhaps in a hurry, and the style of the accessories was a bit out of place, but it was obviously given to a high-ranking official.

"Stop! This is the territory of His Majesty Arthas Menethil, the Great King of the Dead! You... ah——" A low-level lich summoned more than a hundred skeleton soldiers and zombies, but he was exuding golden light all over his body. The glorious paladin charged and was instantly defeated.

The fragile skeleton soldier was shattered into meaningless pieces when hit by the breastplate of the heavily armored horse running at high speed. The lich was hit by the leading knight like a polo ball, and his chest was blown open.

The Lich's spell was of no use at all. His [Shadow Arrow] was directly offset by the purer golden light of the leading paladin, and its soul was evaporated in an instant.

Without the obstruction of high-level undead, this team of Paladins miraculously charged straight through the east gate, defeated several groups of low-level lich troops, and rushed straight into the palace whose gate had collapsed.

Arriving outside the empty throne room. Twelve paladins rode horses and spread out to clean up the undead around them, while eight knights wearing white and silver armor jumped down and lined up in two columns,

They used their strong arms to carry a huge coffin. The dim light shone softly on the coffin, and it could be clearly seen that the royal emblem of Menethil was carved in gold on the coffin.

They are what Tichondrius calls ‘uninvited guests’.

Arthas suddenly understood why the Dreadlord was so excited.

Standing in front of the doorway leading from the throne room to the side hall, Arthas could clearly see that the leading paladin had a unique figure, and his golden flying-winged shoulder armor was also unique.

Arthas's hands suddenly trembled, and he had to use more strength to hold on to Frostmourne. He suppressed all kinds of hesitation and anxiety in his heart and ordered his subordinates to take action.

Almost at the same moment, the body that had fallen dead in the throne room moved.

It wasn't the low-level undead who stood up unsteadily, like they were standing unsteadily, but a kind of low-waisted bow that was more like a tiger's way of hunting.

Outside every broken window, a low-level lich stood, holding a staff that emitted an ominous light, facing the paladins.

The cave-dwelling demon emerged from under the soil of the palace lawn, its sharp mouthparts trembling.

The team that ventured into the throne room was almost entirely composed of outstanding paladins, but the number was not large. Alsace's undead troops who had already been ambushing here easily surrounded them.

The paladins put down the coffin and drew their weapons, but they did not take action immediately. Instead, they stood in a circle and glanced at a tall man with white hair next to the coffin, waiting for his instructions.

Uther - it couldn't be anyone else. He stared at his former student who walked in from the side hall with an expressionless face, but the wrinkles on his face were obviously more than what Alsace remembered.

Staring at Alsace who was standing in front of him, Uther looked very calm, but his eyes were burning with the fire of justice.

Uther pointed at the body that was slumped on the throne, with a big hole in the chest and had begun to rot, and said: "I am giving your father his final rest!"

Arthas raised his rune magic sword: "As long as his soul is still in the sword, he will never rest in peace!"

Uther's facial muscles twitched with pain, his voice suddenly rose, and his words were like a whip tearing the air: "You'd better get out of the way immediately. Otherwise, I can't guarantee not to attack you at your father's funeral." "

It was Alsace's turn to twitch his cheek, and he replied in a rough voice: "Fate has made us like this. By the way, your knighthood has been disbanded by me, why are you standing here?"

"Hahaha!" Uther laughed. Although the laughter was bitter, he was not pretending: "Do you really think that you can disband the Silver Hand with power? Why am I standing here? Just ask Tyrena for me Smenethil's declaration of allegiance, just because I am still a paladin! Oh - I forgot, it turns out that you were also a paladin, I mean before."

Paladin!

A word that was once familiar but has become extremely distant.

Arthas had not forgotten.

His heart turned in his chest, and for a moment, he lowered his sword.

But then the whispers came again, reminding him of the power he now had, emphasizing to him that the Path of the Light would not give him what he desired. Arthas grasped [Frostmourne] tightly again.

"It's very dramatic to go from Paladin to Death Knight, isn't it? Uther. Although this process is pleasant, I don't have time to reminisce. You must die!

At this moment, Uther's face finally showed extreme anger.

He stared at Alsace with a blazing gaze that seemed to destroy everything, extremely shocked: "Holy Light, if you want to fight, I can fight for you. But can't you wait until we collect your father's remains? Arthas! His kingdom has been defeated by you, why do you want to blaspheme him again? You are the most despicable degenerate in the world!"

Father--

Arthas turned back and glanced at his father's eyes, which were still open and had not yet begun to rot.

The dead eyes seemed to still be watching him.

A tremor spread through Alsace's body.

"Sacrilege? Depravity?" he murmured, more to himself than in answer.

It seems that this is another reason why the Dread Lord smiled sinisterly when he announced the order. He knew exactly who was coming. This is obviously another test for the Lich King, to see whether Arthas can confront his mentor...or whether he can further desecrate his father's remains.

Arthas had had enough.

He raised [Frostmourne] high and shook his head: "No! Let's fight now!"

"Why!?" Uther's eyes widened angrily.

"For greater power!"