The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Uther's sincere blessing

[Effect] Randomly mark an Uther and provide you with the power of Holy Light according to his realm, temporarily raising your realm to a higher level, not exceeding one higher level than Uther's realm.

Three minutes for a primary Paladin, six minutes for a mid-level Paladin, and ten minutes for a high-level Paladin.

Fifteen minutes for an Expert Paladin, twenty-five minutes for a Master Paladin, and thirty-five minutes for a Grandmaster Paladin.

Fifty minutes for Legendary Paladin, one and a half hours for Holy Knight, and three hours for True Holy Knight.

Believe in the Holy Light, and your power will be endless. Be clear about the belief in the Holy Light, offer a sincere faith, and the Holy Light will be by your side.

Note: The above times are all durations. The higher realms are determined based on the physical strength of Arthas Menethil and the piety level of Uther the Lightbringer, and are determined after strict review by the system.

The current host's Holy Light Power can be forcibly upgraded to the Legendary Realm (randomly drawn: The Road of Stealing), and the remaining time is forty-nine minutes.

"Let your master give you stronger power, otherwise you won't be able to defeat me with your current strength!"

As Arthas shouted, the Holy Cross Flame cut through the purple-black evil spell of withering, and its power continued to move forward, completely shattering the broken sword in Titus' hand.

Whoosh! The dragon spear pierced through the Stitched Monster's belly. As Arthas raised the dragon spear, he suddenly stepped forward with his left foot. The lich in the distance was a little far away.

With his left hand, he swung the Stitched Monster that was about to self-destruct and smashed it towards the Lich that was inciting the ferocious Fatty to self-destruct. How could you do such a thing to Fatty?

Throwing out the red javelin, Arthas expressed that he could not accept such an ending for several fat monsters. He held the sword in both hands and made a circle from left to right, cutting through the big bellies of the fat stitched monsters.

"Don't run, Les Frostwhisper, the fate of Odin Frostbane awaits you, face me!"

Leaping out of the encirclement and casually killing a few gargoyles, Arthas chased after Dragonlance and spoke loudly to the fleeing lich, saying that someone was waiting for him!

The next second, a brand new sword blocked Arthas, and the dragon spear stopped shooting. The stitched monster exploded, and its flesh and blood engulfed the surrounding undead.

Buzz! The dragon spear began to tremble, and the entire spear was firmly inserted into the head of the skeleton soldier next to Les Frostwhisper. The gushing holy flame prevented any evil from approaching.

"Titus, why don't you bow to me when you see me?"

"You are not my master, little prince."

"That's right. You don't even understand who you are loyal to, and yet you get this result."

"Becoming a dead spirit is good. Being enslaved and losing yourself is a sign that you are too weak."

The two swords cut off the new blocking swords again. Arthas raised his right foot and kicked the Death Knight, who had only said a word, away, causing him to eat the sharp ice spear condensed by his lich partner.

Clang! The holy sword in Arthas's right hand rang softly, and holy flames surged out, penetrating the corpses of crawling ghouls and the undead spider demons emerging from the ground, turning the skeletons into ashes.

"Arthas, you can't break through..."

"If you dare to appear before me, then be prepared to die, lich."

He raised his hand and unleashed a blast of Holy Flame, accurately hitting the lich that attacked him. Arthas picked up the Death Knight who had just drawn his ice spear, and walked step by step towards the lich that was tied to the ground and struggling.

Run, the road of escape will eventually come to an end, and any act of resistance may reduce the time of escape.

If the distance had not been a little far and it was difficult to hit the target with one blow, Arthas would have lifted Les Frostwhisper up long ago, just like Titus who kept resisting in his left hand.

"Arthas, you will never understand the greatness of the Lich King. Lord Kel'Thuzad will avenge me..."

Arriving next to the dragonlance, Arthas whispered: "Lich King, I am the Lich King, Ras Frostwhisper."

"To celebrate the fact that you two know this secret, I will let you two live a little longer. Thank you for the grace I have bestowed upon you."

Putting down the zongzi tied with the holy flame chain, Arthas reached out to pick up the dragon spear and said, "My friend, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

"Now, it's time for you to return to the embrace of eternal death... The Supreme Holy Light will lend you a helping hand!"

He raised the dragon spear and crossed the holy sword, and the holy flame around Arthas rotated with him as the center. The tornado of holy flame swept away all the undead who dared to continue attacking, and burned them in the rotating holy flame.

In the land of spiral flames, hordes of corpses are advancing, holy light devours death, dragon spears point to throats, holy swords descend to skulls, the Death Knight is defeated, and the Frost Lich kneels.

"Submit, or die now."

"Hehe, I... uh ah!"

With one step, the undead skeletons were destroyed, and the shaking earth stopped the remaining undead. The dragon's eyes were blazing with flames, and the holy sword pierced through Les Frostwhisper who was unwilling to surrender.

Wow! The holy sword spun half a circle, attracting the holy flame, and instantly cut off the cold emblem. Arthas had already understood the death determination of the two servants of Ner'zhul, and their spirits were not under their own control.

In this case, sending them both to the prison to accompany Ner'zhul and Kel'Thuzad is a good choice. The legend of being promoted by accepting the power of others is too small.

"Did you see or hear that, Kel'Thuzad?!"

"The psychic death power you desire is totally unworthy of mention. Holy Light is eternal!"

"Since you refuse to appear before me, I will take the initiative to find you, Kel'Thuzad!"

Looking at the man who seemed to have strategy in his mind and then rushed into the army of undead after speaking, Dai Lin and others looked dimly at the woman with a baby in front of them who was forcibly maintaining a cold appearance. They had seen through her.

She had been stopping them, and now they not only needed an explanation to appease the morale of the soldiers, but also an explanation to appease themselves.

If it weren't for the well-reasoned explanation, they who pushed out their loving father Dai Lin would not want to miss the opportunity to advance the front line. Blood and glory... are what they desire now, and there is an enemy in front of them who will never stop fighting to the death.

Putting her daughter down and letting her hug her thighs tightly, Jaina narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't have to stop you, but because of the difference in combat power between the two sides."

Regarding his daughter's boast, Dai Lin pointed at the Holy Flame Tornado that was rolling up again in the distance and said, "My daughter, is this the so-called gap?!"

Unable to hold on any longer, Jaina revealed her true colors and said, "Father, you have to believe me!"

Hearing the familiar voice and the drastic change in tone, Dai Lin raised his forehead and shook his head.

He was 100% sure that it was his daughter Jaina, but she was not the daughter he was familiar with. However, the eyes were correct.

"There's a demigod hiding on the other side. How can we two legends deal with an opponent as powerful as the Guardian Medivh?"

"The enemy is not like Medivh, who has a kind human personality that can stop the evil demon personality."

"We also don't have the same opportunities as Sir Lothar and Archmage Khadgar."

"In the eyes of demons, we are just stronger mortals."

After taking a closer look at Jaina, Osmar said, "Your Highness Jaina, are you underestimating us?"

"Including you and His Highness Arthas, we already have four legends. A demigod is not invincible."

When Osmar said this, a tornado of holy flame appeared in the distant battlefield, and Arthas was fighting fiercely.

Seeing Arthas' increasingly brave actions, Osmar said excitedly: "Demigod, Your Highness Jaina, can a demigod have such power?"

"His Royal Highness Arthas, who has the body of a legend, is already so powerful. A demigod... I think... His Royal Highness Arthas is already able to fight a demigod!"

"What's more, we still have 30,000 soldiers who are ready to fight at any time. What does a demigod have to fear?"

Patting his breastplate, Osmar said, "All of us alliance soldiers are fearless warriors. I believe we can kill a demigod together."

"Your Highness Jaina, why bother boosting others' ambitions and destroying your own prestige? Our alliance will only defeat the undead and demons!"

Scratching her head, Jaina said, "Osmar Garithos, our Alliance is indeed not afraid of them."

"However, the kind of demigods that we can defeat, most of the historical records are the gods of the trolls."

"I can confirm that demigods can indeed use human lives to fill the void, or use legendary power to suppress... This is used to deal with ordinary demigods."

"In front of demigods like Aegwynn and Medivh, we were just like ants that could be crushed to death at any time."

Seeing that people like Osmar didn't believe her, Jaina pointed to the paladin who was killing people in the distance and said, "Have you heard of the Ashbringer?"

While staring at the Undead Scourge and the Holy Flame of the Dragon Head, Osmar and others shook their heads.

They had never heard of what the Ashbringer was.

"I'm sorry, I forgot... You guys should know about Quel'Zalamu."

Regarding the weapons mentioned by Jaina, Daelin and other people who had experienced the Orc War couldn't help but think of Anduin Lothar, who was... Why did it start snowing?

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Jaina had to say: "The holy sword in Arthas's hand is similar to it."

"He only has this power temporarily due to the power of the weapon."

"Besides, fighting demons... of course you need this kind of power."

Throwing the innocent little girl at her feet to the confused Daelin, Jaina condensed an ice spear with one hand, instantly flashed to an open space, and stabbed forward with the spear.

Clang! The spear pierced a green shield filled with chaotic evil power, and a slender figure in a purple robe appeared from behind the shield.

"Oh wow, I'm really strong."

"I am a martial artist, but I am really... scary!"

The moment they saw this woman, Jaina fell silent, Daelin fell silent, Osmar and others also fell silent.

Increasing her strength, Jaina said, "Demon, who are you?"

With a chuckle, the purple-robed woman dispelled Jaina's Transfiguration and said, "Who else am I if I love to wear the uniform of the Kul Tiran army?"

"But, when you're thinking about targeting me, why don't you go take a look over there first."

"Arthas Menethil, aren't you looking forward to it, my dear?"

Hearing this, Jaina couldn't help but look at the battlefield that was previously blazing with flames, but now it had turned into a battlefield with flying snow.

In the middle of it, one red, one blue and one green were fighting fiercely, and any undead around them who dared to take a step forward were all shattered by the air waves.

It can be said that they are two people in one person, with weapons in their hands constantly clashing, and the circle of death of the undead is gradually expanding.

At the same time, a golden messenger of light rolled over and over, rolling towards the alliance line, and the holy light that had just recovered disappeared again.

As for the dwarves, there were no dwarves at all, only him.

"The old stubborn guy we just caught... this happens all the time in our place, dear, won't you go and help?"

"Uther, Arthas's master, can certainly be considered our master."

With a gentle smile, Jaina said, "My dear, he is your master, don't you want to help him?"

Stretching out her rosy white hand, the purple-robed woman waved her hand and said, "My dear, I am very filial."

"Could it be that... you want me to be filial to Uther, who treats me like his own daughter? Hehe."

Seeing this situation, Jaina cursed Arthas in her heart. Why was his luck so bad today?