Uther* Messenger of Light!

Unlike the old immortal father who is very indifferent to the family, almost demanding everything to his son on the surface, and who has been on the throne for decades, in Arthas's heart, this is a perfect elder.

Arthas can have a lot of dissatisfaction with his father, King Terenas, for example, he almost sold his sister Carlia in order to covet Ultranet's land. For example, he firmly controlled power and stubbornly rejected all new things, such as...

But for Uther, the only time he regretted was that Uther did not support him in the orphanage incident.

He could find ten thousand reasons to kill his father, but he could not find one reason to kill Uther.

He was honest, he was brave, he loved both, he was pious, he taught everything he knew to Arthas.

Arthas once thought that after the fall, he would easily raise his sword to Uther.

However, when [Sadness of Frost] pierced the ruined remains of his father, pierced Uther's armor, and inserted the magic sword into Uther's chest, Alsace discovered that he could not accept the fact that he had killed Uther in his heart.

Suddenly I cried.

The undead has no tears.

What squeezed out of the dry tear glands was the dark power of darkness.

The evil black power condensed into liquid, flowing on the well-contoured face of Alsace.

Alsace knew his face was scary.

He also knew that he would definitely be ridiculed and ridiculed by the Demon King when he turned around.

He just couldn't help it.

However, the initial pain was only a short moment, and the subsequent increase in strength was followed.

right!

Deeper depravity, stronger evil!

[Sadness of Frost] Cheers, the evil from the entire city of death resonates with this magic sword, gathering its power on Alsace.

The stronger and purer power of darkness made every element in his soul thrilling and reveling.

When he kicked the kick and lost his strength, Uther, whose body began to fall softly, Arthas raised [Frost Sorrow] high and screamed wildly.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Is this the sweetness of power? Haha! Is this the power that is enough to defeat Duke Marcus and wipe out everything in the world?" The strong contrast made the pleasure in Alsace's heart more and more obvious, and it became higher and higher.

That is the pleasure of turning into thousands of bubbles, enough to melt the brain and soul!

At this moment, the fallen prince suddenly heard a sneer.

That's Uther!

"Hehe! Poor child..."

Arthas lowered his head in a little astonishment, and he thought he would see anger, fear, panic, or regret in the eyes of the dying Uther.

Who knew that what he saw was... pity!

That's right!

That is mercy that only looks at the weak.

This feeling left Alsace's good mood just now.

"You are! Laugh! What!?" No need to look at it, Alsace knew that his face would be very ferocious just by feeling.

"It seems... I can't accomplish... the redemption of you! But you said... you can defeat Duke... I can't help but laugh!" The blood began to gush from the moment the Fallen Prince pulled out the magic sword, and Uther weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why? Why!?" Arthas angrily grabbed the top of Uther's breastplate and dragged Uther up.

"There are more powerful than Duke, but there is not one who can defeat him... Orgrim cannot... Neozu cannot... Sargeras cannot... you cannot... even more so. Huhu! Hahahaha!"

"No! I am the strongest! I... no! Bastard, don't die so soon!" Arthas was shocked to find that Uther had already swallowed his last breath in laughter.

Feeling that [Sadness of Frost] had already imprisoned Uther's soul, Arthas decided to turn Uther into a Knight of Death.

"Correction! Fallen! My Master!" In the eyes of this fallen prince, this should have been an easy thing.

Soon, Alsace's face showed shock again.

Among the thousands of souls forced by the magic sword, Arthas easily found a golden soul that belonged only to Uther.

However, no matter how he drives the magic sword to corrode and drown Uther's soul, infuses a thousand people, ten thousand people, and hundreds of thousands of people's wail and fear, Uther's holy soul still stubbornly rejects the power of him and the [Sadness of Frost], and resists the terrifying will of him and the Lich King.

"No" the prince screamed! He angrily killed all the living paladins in the palace, and then used thousands and hundreds of times the magic power to turn them all into death knights.

These paladins had strong sacred beliefs during their lifetime, but in the end their souls were still polluted.

He was extremely sure that the power of the magic sword had not been weakened.

But!

No matter how he did, he could not make Uther's soul surrender!

The holy light had dissipated from Uther's body that began to turn cold. Arthas could of course turn Uther's body into the dirtiest zombie or skeleton soldier.

But that makes no sense!

A corpse without a soul can only become the most scumbag of the low-level undead.

This can only prove that he still lost!

Lost to Uther!

Lost to Uther's will!

Lost to Uther's persistence!

This strong sense of frustration accumulated on Alsace's chest, making him feel like he was going crazy!

For a moment, Arthas almost wanted to dismantle Uther's body and vent his anger.

The last one...

Arthas whistled unwillingly.

He called a sacred believer who cursed the God Church, and Arthas ordered: "Take Uther's body out and throw it to me far from the city of Lordaeron."

The believer later perfectly carried out Arthas' orders. When he returned to Keldaron's psychic academy, he threw Uther's body to the side of the road.

Later, there was the famous Tomb of Uther...

But at this moment, Arthas vented his anger frantically until the two fearful demons stepped into the hall of the throne with a grin.

"Although the result is not very good for you, you have completed the task of Lord Lich King very well! Very well!" Tikdios laughed.

His laughter made Arthas feel sick.

"When will we attack Dalaran again?" Wherever we fall, we stand up. Arthas believes in this iron rule.
Chapter completed!