Chapter 756 Arthas Killed His Master!

"You despicable degenerate—" Uther's roar echoed in the ruined throne room.

Beside him, the war between light and darkness has begun.

The golden divine light of the Paladin.

The dark evil light of the death knight.

Complement each other!

Every second, someone is falling.

Or the human knight who shouted the holy name just a moment ago.

Or the former royal guard who fell silently again and now the death knight.

"Despicable? Depraved? Haha! What does the world's opinion have to do with me? I just want to be in a good mood, and I just want strength! Hahahahaha!"

As Arthas laughed wildly, [Frostmourne] screamed strangely, not only in his hands, but also screaming in his head, eager to fight. Arthas grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, performed the T-step with his feet that Uther gave him, raised the sword, and assumed an offensive posture.

For a moment, Uther's eyes seemed to travel through time. He arrived at Alsace thirteen years ago, the little prince Alsace who worshiped under his disciples and learned the way of fighting and the way of the Holy Light with supreme enthusiasm. !

Uther looked away from his memories, looked at Arthas for a while, and finally slowly raised the blazing Holy Light Warhammer.

"I have always been unwilling to believe the news that you degenerated into a death knight and killed your father." The Paladin leader's voice was hoarse, with tears in his eyes: "Until I saw the destroyed city of Lordaeron with my own eyes, and saw His Majesty’s remains…”

At this moment, Arthas felt the focus of his father's unblinking eyes behind him, and he felt that Uther's words were making his soul tremble.

He hated this feeling of weakness, so he deliberately let the dark light in his body grow stronger. He glanced sideways at his father's body and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Do you believe it now!?"

Who knows, Uther actually said to himself: "I took your selfishness as a child to be childish. Your stubbornness to rush forward, I understood it to be a young man's desire to get out of the shadow of his parents. In the orphanage-"

When the orphanage was mentioned, the master and apprentice had the same sadness on their faces.

Uther raised his head: "Yes, the Holy Light has forgiven my heart. Even though it was an outright tragedy... After that day, I have been praying that you would realize your mistake."

"A mistake? Yes! I made the same mistake again and again, but why didn't you stop me then!?" After putting the blame on his master, Arthas continued to glare at Uther.

Uther's mouth was full of bitterness: "I cannot be an enemy of my lord's son."

Alsace forced a smile, and the two began to confront each other: "But now you do this."

"This is my last promise to your father, my deceased friend. Even though his biological son killed him when he was defenseless and defenseless, I must at least let his remains be respected."

"You and your people will die because of your promise." Arthas looked at the fewer and fewer Paladins in the field with a hint of sarcasm.

The Paladin is very strong, but against the endless enemies, this strength and this holy light are only as weak as a firefly in the dark night.

"Death? Maybe. We were all mentally prepared before we came." Uther didn't care: "I would rather die for my oath than live under your 'mercy'. I'm so glad that Tai Renus is dead, and I'm glad he didn't have to see what you became."

These words made Arthas... very heartbroken.

This reaction was unexpected. The prince was stunned, his inner emotions fighting fiercely. Uther, who already had the advantage, used his moment of hesitation to strike first.

"For the Holy Light!" Uther roared angrily, swung his war hammer back slightly, and then swung it at Alsace with all his strength. The blazing giant hammer struck so quickly, and the howling wind made people feel as if the holy light war hammer had torn apart the space.

It was like a hammer coming from the scorching sun.

With no room to dodge, Arthas had to grit his teeth and raise his sword to block.

"哐——"

There was a loud bang.

The huge impact almost caused Alsace to collapse.

Alsace suffered a huge loss.

Almost the moment the sword and hammer met, Alsace felt weakness in his arms and abdomen. After all, the body reborn with the power of darkness is not as good as the body that has been with him for more than 20 years and has been tempered for many years. The sequelae of being amputated and disemboweled during the battle with Duke finally appeared at this time.

And because [Frostmourne] had spent a huge amount of magic power to heal him, and Arthas' heart of darkness was unstable, the direct result was that the majestic magic sword [Frostmourne] was actually used by the strongest Saint. Knight Uther used an epic mortal iron sledgehammer to create small cracks.

"No -" Alsace showed a panicked expression.

"Destroy Alsace!" Uther shouted like thunder, his beard fluttering in the wind, making him look like a god descending from the earth.

For the second blow, Alsace dared not take it at all. The flexible pace acquired through long training saved him.

Although he was nearly hit, he managed to move out of the way, and the undead king could feel the blast of air from the hammer hitting his face.

Uther's expression was calm and focused... and murderous. At this moment, he had only one thought - to destroy this rebellious son of the king.

It is his duty to stop the spread of evil.

Likewise, Arthas knew there was no turning back. He is no longer a living person. After crossing the taboo of life and death, he can only go further and further on the road of depravity.

Even without the Dread Lord reminding him, he knew that it was his duty to kill his former mentor.

He must erase his past... all of his past. Otherwise it would always keep rearing its head, giving him the false sweet hope that he might yet find mercy and forgiveness.

Uther continued to pursue him and hit him with twelve hammers. Arthas retreated a total of twenty-four steps, all the way to the edge of the throne. Suddenly, Arthas found that his back foot was touching the edge of the throne of Lordaeron.

There is no retreat!

I have to fight back!

It was a desperate roar, and Arthas took advantage of the flaw exposed by Uther's excessive force due to anger, and slashed with his sword.

Who knew, that was a flaw deliberately exposed by Uther!

[Frostmourne] swung away with one strike.

"Stupid disciple! Have you forgotten what the art of luring the enemy is?" He grabbed Alsace's wrist with his left hand, and hung the Holy Light Warhammer on Alsace's forehead with his right hand. As long as Uther is willing, . This future Lich King will fall here forever, and the souls destroyed by the Holy Light will no longer have the possibility to carry the Lich King's will and inheritance.

At this moment, Arthas smiled evilly.

Behind him, the long-dead body of Terenas suddenly rushed toward Uther!

Seeing that the master's rotten face still had familiar outlines, as long as he cast a holy light, he could destroy the master who had become a zombie and escape from the predicament. However, Uther was temporarily confused by this.

When Uther reacted, he suddenly found that he had hugged Terenas's body, and the evil magic sword penetrated his master and his body.

"This is my Alsace's victory! My teacher!" Those were the words that plunged Uther into the abyss of darkness.

Yesterday, Yunfei's house was cleaned in advance...and then everything turned upside down.