The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Do you deserve it?

Do you deserve it? !

Apart from anything else, Arthas' defense was broken once again.

Is this something that old-fashioned and strict master would say?

Shouldn't this be the home ground of this "child of destiny"? !

Do you know what a cursed road is? This is clearly the cursed road that belongs to me, Arthas Menethil... What?!

Frostmourne, you shameless thing, shouldn't you take the initiative to jump out and block the hammer for your master? !

With all kinds of questions in mind, Arthas faced the phantoms of the Holy Hammer coming from all directions, holding the hilt of the Soul-Reaper Sword on his left waist with his right hand.

This was all forced upon him by the world, his original intention was to... clench his left hand in the air.

When the hammer shadows from all directions were about to attack, a weapon of pure power of death appeared out of thin air in Arthas's hand - the Nine-Clawed Nine-Pattern Black Dragon Three-Pattern Spear.

Same look...just slight changes.

This gun simply changed from its original jet-black iron color to black crystal color.

Aren’t the five legendary driving paths just weapons?

In Arthas's view, a normal legend is already a legendary creature that is not an ordinary person.

It’s not a legend, he can build a large house with ease.

He is a legend, can he be so weak that he doesn’t even have a weapon?

You must know that the knowledge you digest and understand will belong to you throughout your life.

Ding ding ding, Arthas held the gun in both hands and rotated continuously at high speed, with the momentum of a windmill.

He only used this dragon spear to protect himself, and gradually erased the shadows of the sacred hammers, leaving only the dissipated golden light.

Clang! Arthas swung up and blocked the heavy hammer with one shot in an instant, without any moves or slow breathing.

After another battle of strength, Arthas said, "Old man, you are not a qualified paladin."

"Boy, Guangmingwei is dealing with his own people, and you are just one of my enemies."

After coming back to his senses, Arthas used his gun to collide with the upright teleportation hammer. He said in a low voice: "You... you old men always keep things to yourself like this."

"I don't know, there is a... you make me feel... um..."

After changing his moves twice in succession and moving two steps, Arthas groaned.

He blocked the Lightbringer's hammer that was coming behind him for the third time... and now in front of him.

I almost broke my face just now, it's really infuriating...

I have to change my mindset. I can't go head-on with the abnormal Light Messenger...

Well, I have five drives...what was I going to do before?

Behind the crowd, the lady in black robe saw Arthas acting like this... with a familiar expression that remained calm.

She couldn't help but hold her forehead with one hand, causing the invisible little treasure beside her, Christina, to narrow her eyes and reveal a look that showed that this was the case.

That’s right, Aqiang once again became Arthas, the target whom he once wanted to persecute in various ways.

Of course, Christina also confirmed that this mother is not that mother, and this mother is not that mother...

It was a bit profound, and Jaina was completely confused.

The unknown woman in black robe in the game could actually capture the child's heart, but she was not Jaina Proudmoore.

Wait a minute, I think I can open her...

She moved her little hand and glanced at her daughter in her arms who was squinting with unmoved eyes.

"Ah...what are you doing?"

"Um... could you please not... ah..."

“Oh…let me go…don’t…ah…hahaha…na…”

She started scratching her head. There were some words that Jaina really couldn't understand, and the little girl pretended not to see them.

She wants to show her majesty as a mother and tickle the little bear... and turn it into a cat first.

"Uther, do you think I'm weak?!"

Following his tough offensive, Arthas finally found the bright spot and found what he wanted to do before.

"Then I will show you...why I chose the path of the Death Knight!"

Hearing this, Uther remained unshakable, and continued to strike with one hammer after another, each move was ruthless and continuous.

He also has a saying about depravity: depravity will make you stupid.

Did he relax, did he take it lightly, did he slack off?

In fact, not at all. He has always been fighting against Arthas with extremely high standards of life and death, and has tried his best to kill the fallen prince.

If Arthas was a weak man, then the capital of Lordaeron could be reduced to ruins at will by him. This is a false lie.

He took three steps back in succession, dodging with each step, and Arthas rotated towards the center with his hands up and down.

In a moment, when Uther raised his warhammer high, leaped over and smashed it down, a neat black ball appeared in Arthas' palm.

He spun the black ball in the palm of his hand and threw it forward, and it instantly intersected with the holy hammer above his head, turning the dragon spear in his hand into pure power and infusing it into it.

Bunches of dark and solid "tentacles" were flying, winding upwards from the war hammer.

With a healthy smile on his face, Arthas said, "Uther... old man."

"I will use my weakness to attack your strength. This idea of ​​honing my skills should end now."

With his eyes still as serious as ever, Uther asked, "Are you going to draw your sword, Arthas?"

"No, I don't need to use Frostmourne against you. I just need to finish your lesson."

That’s right, Arthas planned to end the melee master-apprentice teaching and let Uther experience the charm of the “cannonball” for himself.

Think he was stuck in the expert realm for "many years", but he was also often stuck in the demigod realm for "many years".

"We are not normal master and apprentice, Lightbringer."

A sinister voice fell, and Arthas used his head... his fist... and withdrew his hand and clenched his fist.

"But it's a life-and-death battle!"

He took a step back and then a big step, and the only black ball in his hand shot out from his palm like a "cannonball" the size of a basketball.

Condensate, shoot out, condense, shoot out… condense, shoot out, repeat this process over and over again, giving full play to the capabilities of the five-way drive.

Under the attack of this artillery rain, Uther was unable to successfully transform into an air angel paladin and could only use his body to block these black balls of death.

Because behind him are the remnants of the previously defeated Lordaeron.

Not only had the injuries of most of them not recovered...but another thing was that with their strength they were unable to even block the smallest of the "shells".

At first, when Uther dodged for the first time, a black ball of death exploded behind him. The power...

It should be possible to kill a high-level paladin with one shot, and the individual being bombarded will have to defend against this shot with all their might.

(Don’t worry if you skip the chapters. The high level here refers to the mastery level I set. That is, the Holy Light Mastery in the previous panel = high-level Paladin.)

At this moment, the lady in black robe and Christina scratched their heads at the same time.

The two of them were like this because of one thing: they both saw dust all over the sky.

"Old man... Old Uther, my power is endless, what can you do to stop me!"

"You're still trying to judge me?! You're just daydreaming!!"

The next second, a dazzling holy light appeared in the dust in response to the fallen prince with a hideous expression.

"No... Impossible?!"

"Arthas, you have forgotten your original intention, your former enthusiasm!"

The holy light dispersed the dust, and the white wings behind Uther flapped. The hammer in his hand suddenly grew stronger and shone brightly.

At this moment, holy golden light permeated the air, winding around the hammer like a snake, illuminating the darkness once again.

At the same moment, Arthas felt that time had slowed down again.

Just because of one thing, he was "broken down" again.

Passion, here, in this world,

In this unknown world to him, what can his enthusiasm do...huh?!

Confused, for me, is "torturing" myself too... that? !

The warhammer came towards him, and Arthas stared blankly at the messenger of holy light with his azure... empty and "enthusiastic" sea-green eyes.

He slowly raised his left hand and slowly pointed the gun backward with his right hand.

Bang! His left hand pressed against the Lightbringer hammer.

The dark power of death and the golden power of holy light each drifted backwards.

The two are like marbles colliding back and forth based on a point, with the palm and the center in front of the hammer head as the point, scattering out and then rushing back.

There was another bang, and Uther used the same method to retaliate against the man. He guided the holy light with his left hand and easily blocked the oncoming trident of death.

"Uther, whoever stands in my way will..."

The impact of the two forces caused his long white hair to fly back. Arthas smiled crookedly and said, "Please believe me."

"This cycle will all fall at my feet, because I will do my best."

Crack, the power of each hand and gun increased rapidly, and as Arthas spoke, the holy light "body shield" around Uther began to break one by one.

Facing the invisible holy light "armor" around him that was beginning to look like a mirror about to shatter, Uther frowned, gathered his strength, and retreated straight away.

Wow! His right boot swung backward in an arc, and Arthas turned into a dim light in the eyes of the "audience" who were silently watching the battle.

Whoosh! An evil wind rushed forward.

Crack! A path of ice paved the way forward.

Boom! Uther stepped on a stone and used the force to rush towards the enemy he saw.

He had realized that all the enthusiasm he once had for his country and his people, for treating others kindly, and for the young and impulsive prince no longer existed.

Bang, spears and hammers clashed, the Smiling Death Knight and the Serious Paladin fought again.

Arthas said, "I am not the Arthas Menethil you remember."

Three spears, the black snake of death attacked the vital point of the head and the center, and the holy light could not advance an inch around the three-pointed spear.

Uther used the Light Shattering Six-Strike Hammer Style and said, "In the end, you still betrayed everything you once stood for."

Six hammers, followed by a spear and a move forward, a pit appeared on the ground, and the holy light rushed forward like a fallen prince with ease.

Arthas said, "I don't need to be responsible for you."

"In your place, I just need to do what I want to do at the moment."

Dust flew, and the black power of death once again rushed into the encirclement of the golden power of holy light. The shadows of guns were everywhere, and they did not retreat a single step.

The powerful hammer breaks the agility and the holy light breaks the evil style. Uther did not respond, but used the power of the hammer to respond to the death knight in front of him who had forgotten the past.

The end of mercy...many times of mercy, a simple conclusion, still the same result.

He was no longer his apprentice, nor was he the passionate, enthusiastic prince he once was.

The best solution now is to not refute but to send him directly with facts and let him go to hell.

Bang! The black gauntlet holding the Death Lance blocked the full-strength Lightbringer hammer that burst out without any mercy.

"Uther, you are finally serious."

"May the Holy Light forgive your sins, Arthas!"

The sound brought an attack, this time, the Holy Light Hammer hit hard.

The Death Knight quickly used the force to retreat nine steps, using the butt of his spear to support his retreat.

Dust flew up, and he pulled back the spear, using the elasticity of the spear to hold the spear forward and hit Uther's head directly...

However, his powerful spear style was still blocked by Uther.

The hammer sinks to the ground, the hammer stands up, the hammer swings back, and the gun kills.

The experienced paladin also took advantage of the situation, swung his hammer, and easily blocked the attack with the force of flowing water.

"Lao Deng, let's compare our endurance!"

Clang clang clang! The moves continued incessantly, and the sound of guns and hammers clashing could be heard continuously.

Empty, empty! The same sound never ceases to ring.

The sound of the earth sinking or shaking due to the battle was also endless.

After a hundred moves of this kind, Arthas's aura surged...

Crack! Arthas swung his spear and shot away a sudden arrow with one shot, his expression calm and violent.

However, as perceptive as he is, he combined his past experiences.

At the moment of swinging the sword, a problem that was not in the normal plot was discovered.

In Andohar, when he was "asking for" the urn full of "filial piety" from his passing teacher, such an unexpected arrow occurred.

From this point of view, what Tichondrius said before was not entirely correct, because...

"Death Knight, your doom has come!"

As Arthas used his sword to repel the paladin who took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, a lady said something and lifted up the "cloak" covering her body with her left hand.

When the arrow was shot, she jumped up from behind a group of Alliance soldiers holding "torches".

An arrow that belongs to her alone... She spun in the air and shot out a spiral arrow, her black robe fluttering in the night wind.

Now the black robe fell off, revealing her loose golden hair, which fell onto the red and green cloak with the Windrunner emblem behind her.

"Ah! Who is she?!"

“Meow meow meow…stop rubbing!”

At her daughter's roar, the amnesiac mother stepped back violently.

"Don't talk nonsense, write to me what you saw!"

With a loud roar, which was also an order, the amnesiac mother quickly let go of her puppet daughter's face.

After making it float steadily, she began to press the fonts on the panel she saw.

He held his daughter's stern hand and relied on some remaining instinct in his body to write on the palm of his clever daughter's hand.

"Did you hear that?!"

"Jaina Proudmoore!"

"Use your instinctive magic to immediately draw out the information that I can't see!"

There were another series of cute commands, and Jaina "cried"... and moved her nimble fingers with a look of grievance on her face.

Instinct magic moved, and in a blink of an eye, Christina saw...

〖Sylvanas Windrunner, the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, is a powerful legendary reborn who is suspected to have come from the future to the present and is fully prepared to live again!〗

Alas!

This irresponsible mother doesn't know how to do typesetting!!

He even set up a simple private information board in front of me!!!

With these shouts, Christina narrowed her eyes and said, "I suspect... you haven't lost your memory at all!"

With her mouth wide open, Christina said, "Would a magician with amnesia perform magic of this level?!"

"You said you didn't know how to write, but you clearly wrote it in the common language!"

Taking a step forward, Christina angrily said, "You! You…"

Grabbing her daughter's little index finger that was pointing at her, Jaina shook her head.

She said, "To be honest, I might be in the same subconscious sleep as you said before."

As she spoke, Yan Yan Jaina immediately pressed her daughter to her chest, letting her experience the warmth of maternal love.

Clenching her fist forward, Jaina said confidently: "My dear daughter, at least your mother has always been an honest person!"

"I will never lie to you!"

Seeing Gianna's serious look, Christina couldn't help but smile...

"A mother never lies to her children. I, Jaina Proudmoore, am such a mother!"

As she spoke...she became more confident, and Jaina hugged her speechless daughter tightly, her sweet baby.

At the same time, the lady in black robe who had stood with them raised her hand and raised her bangs.