Stormwind God

In the past, the beautiful city of Lordaeron was completely dead.

A few days ago, the trace of the horrific killing still spreads throughout the city. The pure white tower collapsed nearly halfway. The once gorgeous long street was full of rubble and the walls were covered with scratches.

Dark black blood splattered on the walls, on the avenue, and a few stink meat.

Most of the undead have been transferred to Dalaran a few days ago to participate in the battle to destroy the Mage City. There were only a few undead with skeletal incompleteness, crawling a little at a loss in the city.

A rush of horseshoes sounded, and the sacred and shining war horse stomped on a zombie with only half of his body left, and his intestines dragged on the outside of the zombies, giving this sad undead final rest.

On the wide avenue of Lordaeron, eight knights opened in front, four horse-drawn carts and several guards in the middle, and eight knights followed behind.

Obviously, this is a funeral procession that is incompatible with this deadly and horrible city, because the car is carrying funeral accessories. Very grand decoration, perhaps hastily, the style of the jewelry is a little out of tune, but it is obviously given to a certain official prominent.

"Stop! This is the territory of His Majesty the King of the Dead, Arthas Menethil! You ..." A low-level Lich summoned over a hundred skeletons and zombies, but glowed with golden light all over Charged by the Paladin, he was instantly defeated.

The fragile skeleton soldiers were hit by the high-speed running heavy armored breastplate of the warhorse, which scattered into meaningless fragments directly. And the Lich was taken the lead by the knight who directly hacked a polo-like chin and banged his chest.

The Lich's spell didn't come in handy at all, his [Shadow Arrow] was directly offset by the purer golden light of the leading Paladin, and its soul was evaporated in an instant.

Without being blocked by the high-level undead, this Paladin team marched magically straight through the east gate, smashing through several low-level Lich troops, and rushed into the palace where the gate had collapsed.

Came outside the empty throne hall. Twelve Paladins spread out on horseback to clean up the surrounding undead, while eight knights wearing white and silver armor jumped down and formed two columns.

They carried a huge coffin with their strong arms, and the dim light glowed soft light on the coffin. It can be clearly seen that the coffin bears the royal emblem of Minesil carved in gold.

They are what Tikdíos calls 'uninvited guests'.

Arthas suddenly understood why the Dreadlord was so excited.

Standing on the doorway of the throne hall leading to the side hall, Arthas can clearly see that the leading Paladin is different in appearance, and his golden flying wing shoulder armor is also unique.

Arthas' hands clenched suddenly, and he had to grasp Frostmourne with greater strength. He suppressed all hesitations and hesitations, and ordered his subordinates to take action.

Almost at the same time, the corpse that had fallen down in the Throne Hall moved.

It's not the low-level undead standing up and down, but a low-waisted bow that looks more like a tiger before predation.

Outside each of the already shattered windows, stood a low-level Lich, holding a wand emitting an ominous light, facing the Paladins.

The cave dweller got out of the dirt on the lawn of the palace, and the sharp pair of mouthpieces kept trembling.

The team that ventured into the Throne Hall was almost entirely composed of excellent paladins, but the number was not large, and the Alsatian undead troops already ambush here surrounded them easily.

The Paladins lowered the coffin and pulled out their weapons, but instead of immediately starting to stand, they stood in a circular array while glancing at a tall, white-haired man holding the coffin, waiting for his instructions.

Uther could not be anyone else. He stared blankly at the former student who entered the side hall, but the wrinkles on his face were obviously more than Arthas remembered.

Staring at Arthas, who was standing in front of him, Uther looked calm, but his eyes were burning with the fire of justice.

Uther pointed to the corpse that had slumped on the throne and had a big hole in his chest, and had begun to rot, and said, "I give your father the last rest!"

Arthas raised his rune magic sword: "As long as his soul is still in the sword, he will never rest in peace!"

Uther's facial muscles twitched with pain, his voice suddenly risen, and his speech was like a leather whip tearing the air: "You better flash away immediately. Otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to your father's funeral. "

It was Alsace's turn to twitch his cheeks, and he replied with a rough voice: "Destiny makes us so. In other words, your knighthood has been disbanded by me. Why do you stand here?"

"Hahaha!" Uther laughed, though the laughter was bitter, but he did not pretend: "Do you really think that power can dissolve the silver hand? Why am I standing here? Just tell me to Terena Menethil's declaration of allegiance depends on me being a Paladin! Oh, I forgot, you are also a Paladin, I mean before. "

Paladin!

A vocabulary that was once familiar but extremely distant.

Alsace did not forget.

His heart rolled in his chest, and for a moment he dropped his sword.

But then a whisper came again, reminding him of how much power he now has, emphasizing to him that the path of the light cannot bring him what he longed for. Arthas clenched [Frostmourne] again.

"It's very dramatic to change from a paladin to a death knight, isn't it? Uther. Although the process is very enjoyable, I have no time to recount it. You must die!

At this moment, Uther's face finally showed an extremely angry emotion.

He glared at Arthas with a blazing gaze that could destroy everything. "The Holy Light is on. If you want to fight, I can fight for you. But you can't wait for us to converge on the remains of your father. Arthas! His kingdom has been defeated by you, why do you blaspheme him once again? You, the most despicable fallen man in the world! "

father

Arthas glanced back at his father's eyes, which had not closed their eyes, and had not yet started to rot.

Dead eyes were still staring at him.

A tremor spread throughout Alsace.

"Is blasphemy? Degraded?" He murmured, rather than talking to himself.

It seems that this is another reason for the insidious laugh when the Dread Lord announced the order, and it is clear who it came from. This is obviously another test for the Lich King to see if Arthas can confront his mentor ... can he further desecrate his father's bones.

Alsace was fed up.

He held up Frostmourn high and shook his head: "No! Let's fight now!"

"Why !?" Uther opened his eyes.

"For greater power!" (To be continued.)