Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Today, even the Holy Light cannot save you!"

"Insanity!"

Facing Arthas' words, the paladins behind Uther were all furious!

Called arrogant by the paladins, Arthas' mouth twitched, and his voice sounded particularly arrogant: "I have a bad temper, and this bad temper always explodes. Since you don't want to disband, then I will help you disband!"

Uther knitted his thick eyebrows together and raised his right hand to signal the paladins behind him to stop cursing. He looked at Arthas sadly and said, "I can't believe that I taught you for ten years. Your betrayal breaks my heart, child."

"For you, I would sacrifice my life without hesitation, and yet you repay the Knights of the Silver Hand like this? Perhaps Tirion and Dathrohan are right. Accepting a spoiled prince into our order is a mistake! You have made the Silver Hand a laughing stock!"

A strong rage exploded in Arthas' heart, almost suffocating him.

How dare he say such a thing?

Arthas is a Death Knight, the Lich King's most powerful servant!

The living, the dead, and the spirits of the undead are all under his jurisdiction.

Uther's words completely belittled his previous character!

He roared in a low voice, "Uther! It would be a great mockery of the Silver Hand when I kill your body, then resurrect it as my servant and let you dance to my mood."

Arthas grinned and raised Frostmourne. The high-level undead and curse cultists behind him were all silently ready to rush out and tear apart the living on the opposite side.

"Arthas." The old paladin's voice was particularly hoarse. "I should have stopped you when you were in Stratholme, but I could never resist the son of my monarch. You were young and selfish at the time, and I regarded it as childish. When you stubbornly and willfully moved forward, I thought it was just because the young man needed to step out of his father's shadow."

"Even if you choose the radical step of massacring the city, I pray that you can find your own way and recognize the mistake you made in making this decision."

Faced with Uther's endless preaching, Arthas became a little impatient, and he began to lead the undead army to go around the paladin's flank.

"I have done many things in the past." Arthas still refused to accept it, "but that is all in the past, and I don't think my decision was wrong!"

Uther saw that Arthas was still stubborn and knew that it was difficult for his disciple to turn back, and it seemed that there would be no peace today.

Uther raised his warhammer and began to pray. The power of holy light filled the entire warhammer, emitting pure light.

Arthas sneered in his heart.

Holy light?

The Holy Light could not save the people infected with the plague, nor could it save the soldiers killed by the undead. When he left Stratholme, his warhammer never lit up with the Holy Light again. When Muradin was seriously injured, the Holy Light did not respond to him.

He had abandoned the Holy Light long ago!

Arthas held Frostmourne tightly, and the power of the Lich King surged through his body.

"Charge! Warriors of the Scourge!"

Uther's eyes became firm again. Today, he would personally put an end to Arthas and correct his mistakes!

"Holy Light above, brothers, purify the evil before us!"

Uther ignored the other undead, pulled the reins of his warhorse and rushed straight towards Arthas!

The wings of holy light spread out behind him, and he raised the warhammer in both hands and smashed it at Arthas with all his strength. The weapon shining with divine power brought a whistling sound and rushed towards Arthas' head.

In the Paladin trend led by Garin, only by learning the Holy Shield can one be promoted from a Knight Squire to a formal Paladin. If one wants to advance to a high-level Paladin and become a Paladin officer, then one must be able to fly wings...

Arthas snorted coldly and pulled Invincible to make the mount under his crotch quickly dodge. Uther's hammer of justice brushed Arthas' pale cheek and fell. The strong airflow cut off a strand of Arthas' white hair.

Seeing that his attack missed, Uther took back his hammer with both hands and attacked again.

His expression was calm and focused, yet extremely deadly.

There was only one thought in his mind: kill this son who betrayed his father and country and stop the spread of evil!

Arthas's expression was equally grim as he slashed Frostmourne at the Paladin.

He must kill his former mentor to end his past...

From the moment he pulled out Frostmourne, besides the Lich King's whispers and the clanging of Frostmourne's sword, there was another voice deep in his heart.

This voice always disagrees with me and always tries to stop me...

Arthas wanted to completely cut off all thoughts and memories of the past, otherwise he would always have those sweet but false hopes of sympathy and forgiveness in his heart.

Uther's warhammer collided with Arthas's rune sword, and the two men's faces were almost close to each other, in a stalemate.

The muscles in their arms were trembling from excessive exertion. In the end, Uther was too old to be able to compete with Arthas, the Death Knight. He could only grunt heavily and push Frostmourne away with force.

Arthas staggered back a few steps, and Uther immediately regrouped and attacked fiercely. His whole body shone with brilliant light, as if he himself was the incarnation of holy light!

"For the justice of Holy Light!"

At this moment, the young Arthas finally understood why his former mentor was called "Lightbringer" and why he could become the Grand Master of the Knights of the Silver Hand!

The light enveloping Uther continued to grow stronger, and the mercy and love of the Holy Light turned into fire and unforgiving punishment. Under the shining of the Holy Light, Arthas' eyes stung, and the pain in his body and soul distorted his expression.

"You are too slow, my Death Knight!"

The Lich King's whispers rang in Arthas' ears, and then he felt Frostmourne in his hand being lifted up at some point. Did he grab the hilt accidentally, or did Frostmourne jump into his hand by itself?

Or can the Lich King directly control this magic sword?

Arthas, whose mental state had become confused, was completely unsure.

He only saw the sword of Frostmourne shining with black light and stabbing Uther fiercely.

The tip of the sword pierced directly into Uther's hammer: Light of Justice.

The hammer of the warhammer shattered, and then Frostmourne pierced Uther's chest!

"Do not……"

The paladins around Uther's eyes widened, and they broke free from the undead beside them and rushed towards Uther desperately!

When no one was paying attention, the fragments of Uther's warhammer fell to the ground, and a white scroll fell out of the hammer.

A white light flashed, and Uther and the paladins within a hundred meters around him all disappeared.

Arthas stood there in a daze. If there weren't dozens of corpses of paladins on the ground and red blood dripping from the sword of Frostmourne, Arthas almost thought he was hallucinating.

"Hang the coffin on the top of Lordaeron's city wall and continue heading north!"

Arthas issued the latest order.