Arthas Menethil, the youngest king in the heritage history of Lordaeron, ascended to the throne at the age of 20, which is unique in the entire history of mankind.
Even among the new generation of young kings in the Human Empire, which is undergoing great changes, Arthas is still the youngest, but this does not mean that Arthas is naive. This young king who has experienced too many things has more abilities than his peers.
With a more mature mentality, especially after witnessing the entire process of Northern Territory being destroyed by the Dark Blade Undead, Arthas has a very thorough understanding of the king's responsibility despite the series of disasters.
But no matter how mature he is, he is still a passionate young man. The characteristics of a young man are very clearly reflected in him, almost reckless and decisive. He lacks thinking when faced with important choices and always habitually puts all the pressure away.
Put it on your own shoulders instead of asking for help to better solve the problems in your hands.
As Tyrion said, the mental induction in Arthas' mind, whether it was left by the Lich King or came from the hands of the Dread Lord, was just a spiritual induction spell. If Arthas himself had not come to Noro
Sender's idea was that if he didn't try to use external forces and take "shortcuts" to defend his civilization and country, the induction spell wouldn't work at all.
In other words, he came here entirely because of his own personality and thoughts. Those whispers and illusions, at best, only played a role in promoting, compressing the time Alsace spent on hesitation and repeated thinking, and finally made him feel confident.
pushed into the current situation.
He does not lack courage, what he lacks is the experience of controlling violent courage. In time, Arthas will definitely become an excellent king, but now, his reckless journey has sent him into a deadly battlefield.
Although this story is not as pessimistic as previous developments, if Arthas is not lucky enough, he may also have no future.
In the darkness behind Tyrion, Farric and Marvin, who were strangled into the air by the death energy, were struggling more and more weakly. It would be fatal for an ordinary person to be unable to breathe fresh air within a few minutes.
As powerful warriors, both of them can skillfully control certain physiological activities of the body, which allows them to persist in such desperate situations for a longer period of time.
But as time goes by, the shadow of death continues to hang over...
"Bang"
"Keng"
The collision of the heavy sword and the war hammer set off a storm of light and energy in the cold cave. Under the feet of the two people, the snow that had been frozen for tens of millions of years cracked piece by piece. The solidity of the ice and snow was comparable to
Among the rocks and ice fragments, Tyrion's figure continued to advance, and behind him, the darkness that shrouded everything followed him like a shadow.
When Arthas faced the Ashbringer's weird sword shadows flying everywhere, it was very difficult for him to resist.
This is still under the situation where Tyrion strictly controls his power at the same level as Arthas. Unless necessary, the Dark Blade Lord does not like to use crushing power to end the battle when facing his juniors.
He enjoyed the process of this kind of battle, although the sound of the swords at the moment was far inferior to the battle between him and Lothar that day, both in terms of technical content and destructive power.
But...this is an assessment after all.
Lothar asked Tyrion to find a suitable owner for the War Destroyer. Since it was a promise, the great lord would definitely try his best to fulfill it.
"Bang"
The sword blade and the warhammer collided again. As the weapons clashed at high speed, the beating sparks seemed to ignite the stagnant air. Tyrion, holding the sword in both hands, used the tactics of the high elf rangers in a precise manner, which was an ancient
After the sword is swung, the heavy weapon will bring about strong inertia, and the agile elves use this inertia reasonably.
To onlookers, it seemed that Tyrion was not wielding the Ashbringer, but that the Ashbringer was actively attacking his opponent, while Tyrion was just constantly moving around with the beating of the weapon.
The sword drives the sword holder.
"Keng"
Tyrion's slender body spun three times in the air. The whistling blade accumulated enough kinetic energy and struck the king's war hammer from top to bottom. The huge force pressed against Alsace's weapon.
on, pressing his warhammer to the ground.
"Holy light, give me strength!"
Alsace's deep voice sounded at this moment, and the scorching holy light was like a lit lamp, igniting in the young king's body. The holy energy traveled in Alsace's body, and the warmth eased.
The pain all over his body gave him new strength.
"I... won't lose again!"
The warhammer pressed by the blade lifted the Ashbringer's blade into the air little by little as Alsace's body straightened up. The black shadow blade lit up behind him, slashing with a slash.
His movement slashed towards Alsace's back, but it was blocked by a thin layer of light.
Under the healing of the Holy Light, the young king's frostbitten cheeks were also recovering quickly. He stared at the Dark Blade Lord in front of him, and the latter was also looking at him.
"Winning or losing cannot be determined by shouting two slogans..."
Tyrion took the initiative to take a step back. The next moment, the warhammer wrapped in holy light rubbed against his sideways body and hit him. This was a subconscious tactical reaction, and the actions of the two at this time were very similar to those a few minutes ago.
that brief confrontation.
But at the moment Tyrion's dodge ended, Alsace suddenly stretched out his right hand, like a thrown hook, and five fingers accurately clasped on the great lord's shoulder.
"Yes! It cannot be determined by shouting slogans...but I will also grow!"
"boom"
With Alsace as the center, the golden light compressed to a high concentration exploded from the body of the Paladin, like an exploding bomb. The cold atmosphere of the entire Cold Wind Cave was destroyed by the scorching light falling from the sky at this moment.
Sweeping it all away, the holy storm, a fighter plane often used by high-level paladins to clear out large groups of enemies, swept across the battlefield in a sweeping manner.
"Click, click"
Under the scorching halo, the ground that had become extremely solid after being frozen for thousands of years also began to crack, as if the sun was shining on this gloomy place for the first time in thousands of years.
But no matter how scorching the light, there is a darkness that cannot be dispelled. At the moment when the light feathers of the holy storm dissipated, in front of the panting Alsace, Tyrion still stood calmly in the shadow that enveloped his body.
On his arm, some golden flames were still burning, like fire oil attached to a living body.
"Pa"
The High Lord waved his hand and easily extinguished the fire on his arm. He leaned the Ashbringer on the ground and looked at Arthas with a trace of appreciation in his ice-blue eyes.
"That move just now was pretty good."
"If it weren't for the fact that I'm much stronger than you, maybe I would be injured."
It sounds like harsh sarcasm, but both Tyrion and Alsace can hear the admiration in this sentence. It is true that Alsace today is at most an enhanced version of a high-level knight. He may
Even Jaina can't beat her when her magic power is bursting, but he is still very young and has full potential.
And Tyrion was right. If someone else were to fight Alsace, facing the flash of holy light that the young king had just unleashed, even a high-level death knight would be killed because the distance was too close.
Not immune to all holy damage.
"You really have a talent hidden beneath your body."
The high lord looked at the alert Arthas:
"Forgive me for being wrong the first time. Your compatibility with the power of Holy Light is really beyond expectation. You have grown to this level in just a few years. It seems that I should treat you as a confidant.
The enemy has come to take care of us."
"You are not invincible."
Faced with the great lord's comments, the young king tightened his fingers on his war hammer and said in a deep voice:
"I am already confident that I can defeat you. All I need...maybe is just time."
"Um?"
Tyrion smiled, turned his head and looked at the Frostmourne floating around him, and whispered:
"What? Don't you want this magic sword now?"
"Let me tell you, what that voice told you is true. As long as you hold this sword, you will immediately gain power that can temporarily rival me. And as long as you are willing to pay more, you can indeed become
The second me.”
"What you want to achieve is right in front of you. You can touch the future as long as you stretch out your hand. Are you... really not tempted?"
Alsace was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again. A flash of vigilance flashed through his blue eyes. His gaze passed over the black magic sword, and he said:
"In response to your words... I will not be you, Tyrion, I will be better than you!"
"This realization..."
Tyrion laughed dumbly. He let go of one hand and waved the Ashbringer with one hand. He looked at Arthas:
"This awareness is the first thing I want to teach you today. Now I want to teach you the second thing. Are you ready to listen?"
The latter did not answer, and Tyrion did not need to answer.
He took a step forward. At this moment, the death energy in the body of the great lord exploded, and a pressure like facing the god of death hit Alsace's body hard, although it was only similar to
"Longwei" was as invisible and immaterial, but at this moment it really oppressed his actions.
He only had time to raise his warhammer high as an instinctive warning, and then exploded all the holy light energy in his body. Then the next second, the Ashbringer transformed into nearly 20 dark sword shadows at the same time.
It hit Alsace's war hammer hard.
The sturdy warhammer passed down by the Menethil family was easily split into two at the moment of contact. And the moment the sword blade came into contact with Alsace's body, Tyrion's wrist flipped, and the sword blade split from
Cutting turned into slapping.
"Bang"
The young king's vision went dark, as if he had been hit head-on by a giant battering ram. At that moment when the cold sword blade hit his chest, Arthas completely lost control of his body and the Holy Light.
He was like a ball that had been slapped away by a clumsy naughty boy, roaring and flying backwards in the cave of the ten-thousand-year-old glacier.
Those crystal-clear icebergs, those ice and snow rolled up by the huge force, those fragments flying in all directions due to the impact, even the solid earth was "ploughed" out by this crushing blow.
There is a clear mark.
"哐"
The black shadow shattered the main body of the glacier, and when the entire Cold Wind Cave began to collapse, in the loud noise that resounded throughout the Dragon Bone Wilderness, Alsace lay weakly in a concave hole in the ground.
Under the protection of the Holy Light, he was not in danger of life, but his whole body was covered with horrific bruises, and half of his body was buried under the blasted frozen soil.
"Shua"
Tyrion appeared next to Alsace. He moved his wrist and patted the young king's cheek with the cold sword blade. The moment Alsace opened his eyes, he heard the sarcastic voice of the great lord.
sound:
"This is the second thing I will teach you today, Arthas Menethil."
"You do have talent, but geniuses who have not grown to the extreme are no different from mediocre people. You need time to make yourself strong, and before that, you'd better carefully avoid those who are truly strong.
Instead of rushing headlong into it recklessly."
"Perhaps you will become a troublesome opponent for me in the future, but in my eyes, you are a naive warrior who does not know how to protect yourself now. The value of your death is basically the same as the value of your existence, which is approximately equal to...0
!”
"Haha, it's a pity..."
Amidst the humming of the Ashbringer, Tyrion let out a low, mocking laugh, holding the sword behind his back and standing next to Arthas, with the blade pointed at the king's chest in the air.
"Future Holy Light Warrior, your time has reached zero..."
"Let him go! Devil!"
At this moment, a sharp female voice passed through the barrier of wind and snow and appeared in the ears of Alsace and Tyrion. Along with it, there was a ball of extremely cold magical energy. Its target was...
Tyrion is ready to kill him.
Lord Dark Blade waved his hand expressionlessly and shattered the icy energy. He looked at the figures rushing out of the snow, and in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The procrastinating guys are finally here... If you had been a little later, it would have been difficult to continue the show."