The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Under the night sky, there is a dead silence, but there is also no peace.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Arthas fiercely thrust his spear into the gap between the hammers in front of him.

He shook it left and right, gathering the power of death, and the tip of the spear exhaled a black dragon's breath, shaking the spear to push away the hammer that was trying to block.

As he was shaking, he suddenly turned to chop. He held the gun with both hands, pushed forward with his left hand, and turned the tail of the gun with his right hand, as if he was chopping down with great force, or as if he was straightening up and stabbing forward to break through the thorns.

Facing this attack that penetrated the weapon's defense, Uther kept his breathing steady and neither dodged nor evaded.

He changed his grip on the center of the hammer with his left hand, holding it steady, and continued his previous defense.

Holy light appeared on his right hand, and he used the force backwards to punch with the holy light wrapped around his fist, directly hitting the tip of the gun that broke through the first line of defense.

When the fist and the gun came into contact, the two forces of holy light and death collided violently, sparks flew everywhere, and the repelled energy "pioneer" was forced to leak out.

Facing the scattered energy, Arthas's white hair danced lightly and said, "Uther, you don't seem that powerful."

"The Supreme Holy Light that you have been devoutly believing in cannot bring you the Holy Light power to judge me!"

"Monster, then experience the power of holy light!"

Using his fist to stop the gun, Uther loudly refuted the big talk.

There was a break in the battle right in front of him, and he swung his hammer with his left hand, knocking down... Arthas' left hand was surrounded by dark air, and he quickly put away the gun with his right hand and blocked the hammer with one palm.

He used the force to step back, swung the dragon spear forward, and a black light slashed through the air. Arthas also retreated five meters.

Whoosh! Uther swung his warhammer upwards. A crescent-shaped hammer light flashed, and the corrosive air-breaking blow was dispersed with one hammer.

Whoosh, finding a brief opportunity, the aura of death filled Arthas' body.

There was a flash of black light, and he dodged in an instant, kicking the dust.

Next, he took a step forward, moved his hands back, and thrust the dragon spear straight into Uther's forehead.

However, Uther simply turned his hammer and made another half-moon hammer move.

After rotating a little more than half a circle, the Holy Light Hammer struck the Flying Dragon Spear with even greater force.

"Ah."

Seeing the dragon spear slip out of his hand, Arthas took a step back quietly, jumped up from the ground, and reached for the pistol handle.

"Don't think about it!"

With a loud shout, the six wings behind Uther moved.

With just one word, he raised the hammer with both hands and came to the top of Arthas' head with a shout.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and Arthas slowly rose and looked calmly at his opponent.

The warhammer slowly moved downwards as Uther aimed, and holy light burned in his eyes, with a look of determination.

If Arthas had no more tricks up his sleeve, he hoped this would be his disciple's last moment.

But he saw it.

Facing this holy light, Arthas smiled...

The hammer was still falling, carrying with it the power to purify evil, and time seemed to have returned to normal.

At the moment when the warhammer was about to hit Arthas' head, invisible shields revealed their colors.

It was simply because, at the moment the warhammer fell, it hit the coverage area of ​​these shields, causing them to gradually appear.

The outer layer, the first layer, is a green anti-magic shield with a light green plague shield inside.

The second layer is a white bone shield, and naturally there is a dark red blood shield embedded inside.

The third layer and the others were frost with a hint of white and blue, and other colors that had not yet been revealed... perhaps there were only these five shields.

At the same time, the dragon spear that rose freely above their heads let out a dragon roar.

The gun body swung its tail as the black dragon swung its head, and the red-eyed dragon head exuded an icy aura, took a breath downward... and roared.

"Uther, I hope you can remember this lesson."

Following this reminder, Arthas took his hands off the shield, and with a breath of death, he held up the Lightbringer's hammer.

As Uther's eyes widened, the black dragon twisted its head, opened its bloody mouth, and bit straight towards his head.

The moment the hammer head touched his hand, Uther understood.

This is a must-kill situation. If he tries to take the Dragon Lance with all his strength, Arthas will break through his defenses with both hands and go straight for his heart.

He concentrated his strength to smash Arthas' hands down, and had a chance to kill him, but Uther did not have enough time to block the dragon spear above his head.

Even if there was, Uther could not guarantee that he could successfully replace Arthas.

The revelation from the Holy Light told him that if he was hurt even a little, his chances of winning would become slim.

Although he is an old legend and has been walking on the same road for a long time, but...

However, Arthas carries five paths of death, which is a qualitative leap achieved through quantity.

The body is gifted, the "theory" is sufficiently substantial, and the "soul" that uses energy is instinctively retrieved, and this is how willful it is.

"hehe."

At the moment Uther made his decision, Arthas opened his mouth slightly and chuckled sarcastically.

Holding the Lightbringer's hammer in both hands, feeling the scorching "warmth" of the holy light, confidence was revealed in his eyes.

Before he was not a legend, he was "inferior", but after he became a legend, he didn't know how cowardly he was.

Legends are the official top combat force of Azeroth. If some demigods don’t show up, he will have to learn to walk sideways like a crab with his strength.

Uther chuckled and pulled out his right hand, placing his palm directly on the dragon spear that had already fallen above his head.

As the holy light attached to Uther's hand gradually disintegrated, and he slowly pushed away the indestructible dragon spear, Arthas pressed the fulcrum with both hands.

He pushed his body forward, and with the Lightbringer hammer as the center, he flipped backwards almost 210 degrees.

He took his hands off the hammer and followed the inertia of its continued rotation. He used the power of death around him to break through the dense, flashing holy light that was rushing towards him.

Kong, holding the dragon spear in his right hand, he injected more death power into it and helped it move downward.

But in just two blinks of an eye, Arthas' left hand turned into a knife, and the dark aura gathered around it, making the knife longer and sharper.

"It's over, Uther."

As he spoke with confidence about the result, the tip of the Light-Breaking Spear was only an inch away from Uther's palm, and the Death Hand Knife was already approaching his shoulder armor.

Crack. The Holy Light Armor on the palm of his hand that was almost broken suddenly grabbed the gun tip.

Crack. The shoulder armor that should have been cut off by a knife was not damaged at all. A layer of holy light shield quietly appeared and broke.

With a sound of air, the hammer of Lightbringer suddenly came to Arthas' chest.

It carried a scorching and fierce holy light, and with one hammer it broke through the two shields and smashed directly into the skull face on its chest.

"Arthas, you still have a lot to learn."

Following the teacher's warning to his students, Uther did what Arthas had done before and rolled over.

Uther came in front of the astonished students and brought down another hammer, smashing the shield that did not appear in time.

Feeling a heat wave coming, Arthas looked intently at Uther's upside-down appearance, his pupils shrank.

The pure white wings occupied his vision, and also made him... one layer after another of holy light chains locked up his only remaining shield of unknown color.

However, Uther did not relax because of this. The terrible magic sword, the key to guiding the invasion of the undead, has not been unsheathed until now.

However, the sledgehammer successfully hit the fallen prince's chest, and the cruel reality of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth still made Uther stunned.

At this moment, does Arthas have no backup plan?

Could it be that he never drew his sword because he wanted to find a suitable opportunity to die at his own hands?

He really repented, really... Those defeats but not deaths, and the "invasion" in the past few days seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

"don't want……"

"Don't want what, Arthas?"

In one sentence, three people from two places said it in unison.

Uther felt guilty, Jaina felt anxious, and the lady in black robe felt confused.

"Don't try to stop (the save)... I, I haven't lost yet!"

In a flash, Uther, filled with guilt, called upon the holy light and prepared to complete this "confession".

On the other side, the tense heart relaxed, and Jaina did not press the button that appeared out of thin air and did what she wanted.

She slowly withdrew her hand and picked up the innocent "face cloth" floating beside her to wipe the sweat.

While Christina was looking down on Jaina, the lady in black robe focused her attention and looked around with more questions.

The eyes that flashed in her black robe now contained a lot of questions.

Thinking about these questions gave her a headache.

Back in the dark sky, Arthas held down the hammer of Lightbringer in his left hand and thrust forward with his right hand, breaking Uther's fist of "Repentance".

"In your words, forget it!"

"Even if I have to die, I won't die in your hands!"

He didn't intend to fall now, just a few moves... He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Arthas directly turned it into blood aura.

It is absolutely impossible to waste, especially the things that belong to you.

What if one day in the future... to be more specific, during the "temporary few days" you stay here, your opponent gets a hint of your blood and conducts reverse engineering to produce corresponding results? That would be terrible.

With the "smart" brain of his virtuous wife, he always felt that someone would do such a thing, and the possibility was not small.

Resisting the urge to cough up blood, Arthas changed his confident strategy and kept more means to protect his defense from being broken by a few hammers.

Arthas seemed to be extremely angry and said ferociously: "Old man, just go and pray for the mercy of the Holy Light!"

"I was wrong not to send you to be with the Holy Light just now!"

During these two roars, Uther did not reply, but instead "struck" the stubborn Death Knight who was flying lower and lower with his hammer again and again.

Without wings, he could only grit his teeth and grumble, falling down with resentment, fighting on foot against the Paladin, an air unit with extremely fast adaptation speed.

It has to be said that Arthas was extremely sad when he saw Uther flapping his wings and easily accomplishing or even surpassing the "flash teleportation" skills that he had practiced with great effort.

"Light Messenger, please take a good look. Next, I will..."

"If you want a diversion, draw your sword, executioner!"

Hearing this request, Arthas could not help but hold his gun to maintain a 50-50 offensive, glancing at the magic sword at his waist that occasionally moved and trembled in the scabbard.

The question is, does he dare to use it?

Returning to the familiar, slightly desolate land, after twenty-five moves in a row, Arthas still could not find a solution in this noisy and concentrated environment.

I used Frostmourne and subconsciously poured Holy Light into it...

Therefore, when he was forging weapons before, he did not choose the hammer and halberd that were very useful recently.

I chose the Trident... I just used it recently, so I'm not used to the Holy Light action when starting.

Chanting the Holy Light every day, he gradually changed himself... Ugh!

That’s because I respect Lao Deng and I’m afraid that I’ll kill him with a sword in the next second. It’s not that I’m afraid that something like “fate” will affect my exciting duel!

What enables Uther to explode?

"It depends on my power of death, not on this magic sword of mine."

After defending for dozens of moves in a row, Arthas used a barricade spear to block the opponent's attack, and then challenged the hammer and said, "I have relied on my death power to get here!"

This is the opportunity. The defense has a flaw, but the attack also has a flaw.

That blow of the hammer was not in vain, it was to show weakness to the enemy, lower the enemy's vigilance, and then support it with a lightning-fast offensive.

The key to defeating the enemy in one fell swoop... The dragon spear thrust downward, spitting out an incomparable black light, and pressed down the Lightbringer's hammer.

It said that if it hadn't eaten the sudden surge of holy light wrapped in death, it really wouldn't be able to use stronger power to deal with this cunning hammer...

There was a flash of holy light, and the holy light on Uther's body suddenly lit up, far more intense than before.

Raising his warhammer high, Uther said devoutly: "Holy Light, please forgive his sins."

With a bang, Alsaston felt himself entering a warm ocean, accompanied by holy light.

In his old impression, Uther would not sing and bring the beam of light like this, this is obviously his professional skill!

"Old man, you seem to have overestimated the power of Holy Light."

With a flip, he walked out of the holy light safely, and in front of Uther's shocked eyes, Arthas stabbed out with a gun.

He made the dragon spear flash with the death force like lightning, and with one sweep he knocked away the flaw that he had found after so much effort in defense, and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Turning back, Arthas said, "Lightbringer."

"This is your end, your pitiful Holy Light..."

Even without his warhammer, Uther was still fearless. He clasped his hands together and a huge golden hammer phantom directly blasted Arthas away.

Before this, Arthas was about to turn the spear head to pierce the phantom of the holy hammer, but his dragon spear, which was supposed to be unstoppable, began to break from the tip of the dragon head.

The power he injected into it was actually useless...

Some kind of plant, someone is trying to trick me like before!

With a flash of green light, the Death Dragonlance came to an end. For the first time, Arthas flew up uncontrollably and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! He wiped the blood off his face with one hand and turned into a tornado.

In a place that Uther and most other people could not notice, he held down a beam of green fel energy with one hand that tried to penetrate his armor.

Needless to say, the culprit has appeared, and that is...

"call."

Blowing away the white smoke floating on his index finger, Tichondrius said, "Prince Arthas."

"To meet your destiny, the weapon you should use is Frostmourne."

"After all, as an overseer, I don't want to cause too much trouble at this time."

……

"Bao, do you want to order something?"

Holding her daughter who was floating in front of the black-robed lady and trying to lift her robe to see her face, Jaina asked softly.

"Can you please stop asking me questions like this every day? Dad didn't say he wanted to reload the game?!"

Pursing her lips, Jaina said, "But, baby."

"This trip... should be this game. Mom brought you here to play."

"In order to make you feel more involved, Mommy has racked her brains!"

Leaving the restraining hand once again, Christina said helplessly: "Oh! Okay, okay, don't order it."

"No problem, but mom is here now!"

Next to the lady in black robe, the curious daughter was once again...

"Uther, I misjudged you!"

With his hands empty, Arthas proudly argued with the attitude of a loser: "A sacred fair duel."

"Because of your..."

As the hammer struck out, Arthas quickly shut up and dodged.

With three pairs of wings standing unwaveringly, Uther raised his war hammer and said, "You're talking to me about holiness?"

"Tell me about the glory we hold fast?"

Stepping on the ground with the light of dedication, Uther waved his finger at Arthas and said, "Arthas, are you worthy?!"

"Here I am: I happened to look at two months' data recently, with updates every day and every seven days, and the results are almost the same every day.

Laughing and crying... I'll make it up to you when things are "over". 』