Chapter 393: Duel between master and apprentice

It was not that the Scarlet Crusade found Alsace's lair, but Alsace took the initiative to find Uther.
After all, with cave dwelling demons led by Anub'arak, Arthas could easily spot these paladins.
The cold wind of Icecrown Glacier, the former master and apprentice, is now a deadly enemy.
Looking at Arthas wrapped in thick armor, Uther had a lot to say, but he couldn't open his mouth—not because of the howling wind of Icecrown, but because he didn't know how to say it.
In any case, Alsace was really depraved.
Alsace, who had been so justice at the beginning, was really depraved.
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 eventually led to destruction... The kind and righteous child of Arthas has now fallen--I don't even know if there is still Alsace!"
While Arthas looked at the old man in front of him, there was a rare emotional fluctuation for a while-you know, when Frostmourne was inserted into Terenas' heart by himself, Arthas was extremely calm.
"Such a soul must be used by me!"
The cold wind entrapped the snowflakes and swirled in mid-air. Uther took off his helmet and allowed the white snowflakes to mix with his white hair.
Arthas also shook his cloak and lifted the Frostmourne in his hand. The hair that he exposed from his helmet was white at night.
Kel'Thuzad and Mograine were on guard against each other, stood aside from afar, and handed the battlefield to the pair of former masters and disciples.
Uther was the first to do it.
Uther clenched the warhammer in his hand and skillfully poured the power of the Holy Light.
This stainless steel warhammer is not a well-known weapon—Uther doesn't need any artifact, as long as the hammer is heavy and durable, it is enough. After years of fighting, Uther felt that he had a "tacit understanding" with this hammer, and between the wave of his hand, a hammer of sanctions made of pure holy light, which was exactly the same as the warhammer, had appeared on Alsace's head.
Although Arthas lost his emotions, he did not lose his memory. As a disciple of Uther's careful teaching, he couldn't be more familiar with the combat method of sanctions—Alsace once liked it.
But now, Arthas, holding Frostmourne, is no longer what he used to be, and after being integrated with Ner'zhul, Arthas's use of shadows is even more sophisticated.
Frostmourne was also lifted lightly, a shadow entangled the hammer of sanction, the light and shadow sneered after contacting, and then returned to nothingness.
At the same time, Uther had already charged up with the warhammer.
The heavy warhammer hit Alsace's chest directly, and Arthas was unwilling to retreat, and raised Frostmourne to block his chest.
When the hammers and swords intersected, Uther burst out a fiery holy light.
The bright light not only burned Alsace's eyes, but also burned his body-the thick armor seemed to be burned red, making Arthas feel a fiery pain in his chest.
pain?
Arthas suddenly realized that he was already dead, and this pain did not come from his body, but from his soul.
This is the power of the Holy Light-Arthas was once very familiar with it, but now he is on the opposing side.
But so what?
Arthas sneered disdainfully, he was no longer the ridiculous prince!
Suddenly, Frostmourne pushed away the heavy warhammer.
Seizing Uther's short stiffness, Arthas began to counterattack.
Under the guidance of Frostmourne, Arthas was transformed into a skilled swordsman, Frostmourne seemed to be alive, and launched a stormy attack on Uther.
Under the fierce attack, Uther could hardly believe his eyes.
Is this still the same Arthas who is good at using warhammers? Uther believes that even Musaro of the Burning Blade clan is nothing more than swordsmanship!
Alsace attacked, Uther defended, and in the wind and snow, the former master and apprentice battle was a group.
As the warhammer and the long sword collided time and time again, Uther's breathing finally became quicker--but Arthas still seemed to stroll in a leisurely manner.
Uther is getting old.
Even under the blessing of the Holy Light, Uther's body is still strong, but the years still leave him too many marks.
What's more, the enemy he faced was a tireless dead.
Uther felt that he could no longer support it.
The sight of the light messenger began to blur, and the sweat that had evaporated quickly started to freeze.
Mograine also found something wrong, he wanted to go up and help Uther-but Kel'Thuzad was staring at him, Mograine did not dare to move.
Uther's defense finally appeared flawed.
After blocking Alsace's attack again, Uther's arm smashed and did not block Alsace's next attack.
The sharp Frostmourne pierced Uther's arm armor, leaving a bone-bearing wound on his left arm, and blood flowed in an instant.
When things were bad, Mograine didn't care too much. He directly waved the Ashbringer and wanted to come up to help-and then was restrained by Kel'Thuzad's ice ring.
In such a short moment, Uther was injured again, and this time, his rib was broken.
Facing Arthas's attack, Uther no longer defended. He raised his warhammer, jumped high, and smashed at Arthas.
"Old stuff, you taught me not to jump up in battle."
Arthas whispered a word, then shook Frostmourne, and spurred Uther from the bottom up.
Uther didn't dodge--or he didn't dodge at all~EbookFREE.me~ The armor on his chest was torn. Uther was almost broken, but his purpose was achieved.
"Repent! Alsace!"
Alsace suddenly had a splitting headache, Uther's voice seemed to appear in his own mind, and Alsace almost had the idea of ​​repentance!
When Arthas got rid of Uther's confession and opened his eyes again, Uther was already half kneeling in front of him, motionless.
Uther, who died in battle, was frozen into an ice sculpture in the severe cold.
Mograine's eyes were red, and the ashen messenger burst out with an extremely bright light, forcing Kel'Thuzad to retreat steadily.
"Enough." Arthas said in a low voice, seeming to say to Kel'Thuzad-and also seemed to be towards Mograine, "Let's go!"
As he said, Arthas slowly turned around, carrying Frostmourne and disappeared into the snow in the sky.