The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

At dusk, with a deafening clang, Invincible and Steadfast (Uther's warhorse) passed each other, hammers and clubs clashing.

This move and attack did not stop when the two sides collided, but instead both sides used their strength to "switch positions."

After a few steps, Arthas stopped being invincible. He ignored the Lordaeron warrior in front of him and said, "Uther, are you trying to show mercy?"

During their first fight, he felt contempt from the force that might have been six points of strength.

The day when the royal city became a ruin, Uther was able to leave with the king's body.

It is true that he is extremely powerful, but he underestimated him.

If "he" relied on the power of the Lich King or endless undead to defeat Uther.

So, now he...

"Hey!"

"Old Deng, if you want to judge me, then be serious!"

He turned around suddenly and rode his horse back, holding the long stick straight against the wind, motionless, while the dark light of death accompanied him.

"This is a battle of life and death, not your usual master-disciple sparring!"

Looking directly at his apprentice who was charging at him, Uther said, "Arthas, have you never regretted anything?"

Swinging his stick against his hammer, Arthas responded: "What has happened has already happened."

"Old man, I will never regret it, never regret it."

In an instant, it was as if an invisible legendary road entered Arthas' body.

The new power increased his strength, making it difficult for Uther to block.

However, Uther refused to let go or retreat, and the stalemate remained.

Seeing the teacher like this, Arthas said coldly: "Teacher, this is the last time I will call you teacher."

"If you don't want to use your full strength, then I will give those losers behind you a generous death."

"Is it really okay to watch them become the evil you must purify, Uther Lightbringer?!"

Boom! The pitch-black stick and the golden hammer collided again, but this time it brought a shock wave of air.

The angry air wave representing the holy light formed a strong wind and spread in all directions.

Whether it was the battle flag temporarily flying behind Uther, or the battle flags of the soldiers behind Arthas, they all fluttered in the wind.

The first time he came here was because Uther was worried about these warriors and wanted to see what the situation was.

Seeing that they were only injured and trapped, he suddenly felt that he was not too late and there was still time.

The second move of "cowardice" was Uther's last bit of mercy towards Arthas.

He still couldn't believe that a few months ago, the prince was so enthusiastic, worried about the people, and worked hard for the country.

Now he has become the evil existence that he once fought with all his might, and an existence despised by the people he once supported.

The anger in this move is Uther's self-blame for not disciplining himself well and not fulfilling his duties as a prince's mentor... a master... anger.

It was also his resentment towards Arthas, who was so cruel and became a butcher whose hands were stained with the blood of the people... anger.

He led his men to bury the deceased king. A few days later, Arthas was so impatient that he fought his way here alone.

He was angry at what Arthas was doing now, and that he didn't even have a trace of respect left for his deceased father.

"Arthas, let me put an end to your sins with my own hands!"

The supreme holy light descended, and Uther's silver armor flashed with golden light. He gathered all his strength to push away the death stick.

"Hmm haha."

With a cold snort, Arthas extinguished the holy light that was shooting towards him with a glance, and another stick fell.

"Very good, Lightbringer."

Being shaken away by the burning holy light, Arthas put away his stick and said, "Today."

"This will be your last masterpiece of your life, Uther the Lightbringer!"

"This is your predetermined destiny! It cannot be defied! It cannot be stopped!!"

"I never thought that corruption would lead you to this level, Death Knight!"

His whole body was burning with holy flames, he struck with hammer after hammer, using the opponent's force to counter attack, and a holy light flashed.

In this dazzling light, Uther swept and hit the iron rod less than an inch away from Arthas' chest.

The equally "dazzling" darkness was born at this moment, pushing away the one-sided light, forming a two-legged tripod trend.

The stick rolled up black wind, and each time it stabbed, prodded, probed and chopped, it turned the temporary defense into a pure and continuous attack.

Another invisible legendary road entered his body. Arthas suppressed the holy light that wanted to emerge in his body, and the frost road spread from under his invincible hooves.

When the heads of the sticks and hammers collided under the horse's head, the invincible and determined horse heads also fought together.

With another clang, the two hard bone horns collided with the iron horns made of fine iron, and the conflict between the dead and the living had arrived.

Clank! Sticks and hammers collided in mid-air like sharp spears and halberds clashing, as if their owners were wrestling with each other.

The clanging sounds of blows were endless. The Lordaeron warriors who were ready for battle and those who slowly stood up were watching this moment.

Without orders, Uther is not at a disadvantage... No.

This is the final contest between these "master and disciple". They will not utter a word until the winner is decided or before a certain critical point is reached.

Watching the situation quietly and waiting in silence is their respect for Uther and their final respect for the current royal family of Menethil.

The last heir, Calia Menethil, is missing, they... for King Terenas Menethil.

No matter what his achievements or mistakes were, he always maintained a kind heart.

Since he was young, he has shouldered heavy responsibilities and has governed the country for fifty years. Lordaeron has prospered because of his kindness, and has also fallen because of his kindness.

Without talking about conspiracy theories and judging by his deeds rather than his heart, his kind actions are undoubtedly in line with the kindness of this era.

"Arthas, what exactly did you experience in Northrend?"

The heavy hammer fell, and Uther drew back the hammer and struck it, and asked doubtfully.

This problem is one of his concerns.

Because of the triumphant lie of Arthas's return, the triumphant lie of the temporary "destruction" of the Curse Cult, he...

"Lightbringer, you ask me what I've been through?"

Suddenly integrating into the emotions of the "character", Arthas said coldly: "That demon cave."

"You all can't see the dangers ahead, but I can."

"Not only do you not support me, you even want to force us, the expeditionary force that does not rely on your 'logistics', to retreat!"

Swinging his staff back and forth, Arthas said, "Stratholme."

"You are stubborn because of the doctrines you adhere to."

"You clearly saw the horror of the Scourge in Hearthglen!"

"You told me not to purify the city. Not only do you have no treatment, you're also trying to delay it!"

Holding the hammer handle with both hands, Uther took the increasingly heavy blows and said, "That's not procrastination."

"Arthas, we can't..."

"Can't what?!"

The shadow of the stick in his hand was everywhere, and Arthas seemed not to hear the clanking sound.

His voice was excited and his eyes were filled with anger. He said, "Do as you always do!"

"You only know how to build a barrier, just like stopping a raging wildfire, and let them become undead in the barrier!"

"After that, will your heart that obeys the doctrine be satisfied?"

Suddenly, Arthas knocked back Uther and Determined with one stick, and stared at the retreating man and horse with the stick.

For some unknown reason, he was forced into a state similar to "collapse of the spiritual heart", which was not what he wanted.

At this time, the darkness in the sky has already arrived... and is about to devour everything in the daytime... and the red light of dusk is slowly disappearing.

"If we allow the plague to spread, will we have to wait until we have to pay more lives and more costs before we can try to fill the gap?!"

"Dalaran knew, Lordaeron knew, Quel'Thalas knew."

"Antidote, is the antidote to the plague really that difficult?!"

At this moment, a pair of black wings bloomed behind Arthas and a black crown appeared on his head.

He was furious and hit it with a stick, venting the endless anger in his heart and the increasingly familiar power of death.

"Just by looking at it, how can you have such a cold-blooded 'compassion'!"

"As the heir to the future kingdom, I have been taught since childhood not to engage in political tactics!"

The black cloak behind him fluttered, and the long stick pressed the heavy hammer back step by step.

At this moment, it was as if the victory of words became reality, and the justice that Uther upheld was so "pale and powerless".

"My father told me that a good king should take the happiness of his people as his own responsibility."

As Arthas spoke of the union of two lives, he could no longer control himself, and a feeling gradually arose within him...

"Yes, I will be a king in the future, the pinnacle of power!"

"Then why should I engage in the kind of politics that I find so vulgar?"

"No matter what the people of Lordaeron say or think, I only need to consider their happiness and not engage in that kind of politics with the outside world!"

Looking around in silence, Arthas raised his stick to sweep away the holy light and said, "Do you know?"

"I would never let my people fall into the abyss before my eyes!"

"I didn't have that kind of power before, but now I not only have the power, but also the status of being at the top!"

With his own opinions, not 'his own' opinions, Arthas "vented" so loudly.

If he had enough strength, if he had enough strength to start the rewind, he wouldn't have come here at all.

He wants to change things, and no matter whether it is the unknown or a constant, it cannot stop his will to stick to it.

Just because...

"I had no choice before. I could only be an ordinary person and live my life well."

"But, something unexpected happened and I became 'me'."

"In this world, I have power. I can change everything I want to change, and I can realize my ambitions!"

Arthas stepped on the stirrup and jumped up, holding the stick in both hands, leaning back and swinging the stick forward.

At this moment, the last rays of the sun shone on his face.

Although night has fallen, the day still exists in his heart.

Standing right in front of the "loser", Uther raised his hammer and said in a deep voice: "Arthas."

"Is this the reason why you betrayed your country and your people and committed genocide?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three pairs of holy wings of light bid their final farewell to the setting sun.

The night completely occupied Andorhal...everything outside the ruined town, the pure and holy land lit up under the firm feet.

Devotion, the Paladin's signature skill, illuminated the battlefield in an instant.

At the same time, the soldiers of Lordaeron on both sides of the battlefield took whatever they could use around them, or whatever was their own.

They quickly put these things in their hands and in front of their eyes...

In a very short time, various types of "torches" were made, and the "firelight" dispelled the darkness around the middle duel arena.

It only takes a few rounds to go from horse battle to foot battle.

After the Black Wing Knight made a move, he used the force to turn over and retreat.

The Holy Wing Knight refused to give in, left his horse and chased after him.