Chapter 393

It was not the bloody Crusaders who found Arthas's nest, but Alsace took the initiative to find Uther.

After all, with anubarak's burrowing demons, Arthas could easily spot these paladins.

The ice capped glacier, once a master and apprentice, has now become a deadly enemy.

Looking at Alsace wrapped in thick armor, Uther had a lot to say, but he couldn't open his mouth - not because of the howling wind of the icecap glacier, but because he didn't know how to say it.

In any case, Arthas really fell.

Arthas, who had been so righteous that he was almost paranoid, really degenerated.

Others may not know the reason, but as a teacher for so many years, how can Uther not know the inside story?

"Terenas Your ambition is doomed The good and just child of Arthas has fallen - I don't even know if there is Alsace

When Arthas looked at the old man in front of him, it was rare for him to have emotional fluctuation. You know, when frost sadness was inserted into Terenas' heart, Arthas was extremely calm.

"Such a soul must be used by me!"

The cold wind whirled the snow in the air. Uther took off his helmet and let the white snow mix with his white hair.

Alsace shook his cloak, and lifted Frost's sorrow in his hand. His hair from his helmet was white at night.

Kelsuzad and Mograine stood on guard against each other, leaving the battlefield to the former master and apprentice.

Uther was the first.

Uther grasped the hammer in his hand and skillfully infused the power of light.

The hammer made of fine steel is not a famous weapon. Uther doesn't need any artifact. As long as the hammer is well-balanced and durable, it is enough. Uther as like as two peas in the battle, and felt that he had a "tacit understanding" with this hammer, and that the hammer of the same hammer and the pure light of the hammer had appeared on the top of Alsace.

Although Alsace lost his emotion, he did not lose his memory. As one of Uther's best-known disciples, he was familiar with the way sanctions were launched - Alsace liked to do it.

But now, with Frost's grief in hand, Arthas is no longer what it used to be, and after being integrated with Ner'zhul, Alsace's use of shadow is more perfect.

Lifting Frost's sorrow lightly, a shadow entangles the hammer of punishment. The light and shadow touch each other and hiss and then returns to nothingness.

At the same time Uther had rushed up with the hammer.

The heavy hammer directly hit Alsace's chest. Arthas did not want to retreat, but blocked his chest with frost grief.

When the hammers and swords intersected, Uther burst into a blazing light.

The bright light not only hurt Alsace's eyes, but also burned his body - the thick armor seemed to be burned red, so that Arthas felt a burning pain in his chest.

Pain?

Arthas suddenly realized that he was dead, and the pain did not come from his body, but from his soul.

This is the power of the light, which Arthas once knew so well, is now on the hostile side.

But what about that?

Arthas sneered scornfully. He was no longer the ridiculous prince!

Suddenly, Frost's grief pushed away the heavy hammer.

Seizing Uther's brief stiffness, Arthas begins to fight back.

Under the guidance of frost sorrow, Arthas, as a skilled swordsman, launched a stormy attack on Uther like a living one.

Under the fierce attack, Uther could hardly believe his eyes.

Is this Alsace, like himself, good at using the hammer? Uther believes that even musaro of the fire blade clan has nothing to do with swordsmanship!

In the snow of Arthas, there was a day of stormy warfare.

As the hammers and swords collided again and again, Uther's breathing became more and more rapid - and Arthas was still walking around.

Uther is old.

Even with the blessing of the light, Uther's body is still strong, but the years have left him too many traces.

What's more, the enemy he faced was an indefatigable dead man.

Uther felt like he was running out of support.

The sight of the messenger of light began to blur, and the sweat that had been evaporated quickly began to freeze gradually.

Mograine also found something wrong, and he wanted to go up and help Uther - but kelsuzad was staring at herself, and Mograine was afraid to move.Uther's defense was ultimately flawed.

After blocking Alsace's attack again, Uther's arm was numb and did not block Arthas's next attack.

The sharp grief of frost cut Uther's armor, leaving a bone deep wound in his left arm, and blood flowed in a flash.

When things were not good, Mograine didn't care too much. He waved the ashenvoys and wanted to come up to help. Then he was trapped by kelsuzad's ice ring.

In such a short moment Uther was injured again, this time with a broken rib.

In the face of Alsace's attack, Uther no longer defends. He raises his hammer, jumps high and smashes into Alsace.

"Old man, you taught me not to jump up in battle."

Arthas whispered a word, and then turned to Frost's grief and lifted it up to Uther.

Uther did not dodge - or he did not dodge at all.

The armor on the chest was cut. Uther was almost disembodied, but his purpose was achieved.

"Repent! Arthas

Arthas suddenly had a headache, and Uther's voice seemed to appear in his mind, which almost made Alsace have the idea of repentance!

When Arthas freed himself from Uther's confession and opened his eyes again, Uther was half kneeling in front of him, motionless.

Uther, who died in the cold, was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Mograine's eyes were red, and the emissary of ashes broke out a brilliant light, forcing kelsuzad to retreat.

"That's enough." Arthas spoke in a low voice, as if to Kel'Thuzad - and to Mograine, "go

With that, Arthas slowly turned away, carrying frost sadness and disappearing into the snow.

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