"Prince Alsace, across endless time and space, through thousands of voids, we finally made contact."
A distant and mysterious voice came from the Ax of Violence, as if it came from another world.
"Why do you want to contact me behind Robbie's back?" Alsace was confused and asked doubtfully: "Robbie is my best friend. Because of him, I am what I am today. We are indistinguishable from each other. He
You should know this secret."
A voice came from the Ax of Violence, saying with special vigilance:
"Be careful, there is a mysterious power hidden in Robbie's body. It is the terrifying power that we are afraid of. We cannot risk communicating with you in front of him. This is a necessary precaution. You must remember to never betray him. You must
To maintain this hard-won friendship, we are not your enemies, on the contrary, we have a common purpose."
"This ax has been in the Undercity for a long time. We have been waiting for humans like you to appear. I will teach you the secret of the runes of the dead now. Our cause needs you to become stronger. You have been chosen long ago.
people......."
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In front of the main entrance of Stratholme, Uther was kneeling in military uniform, his golden armor shining brightly in the sun, and he was praying devoutly to the Holy Light.
The paladins of the Silver Hand stood behind Uther, looking at the old lightbringer with suspicion. Some were looking forward to Uther's performance, while others were trying to find a way to escape to Mograi.
Nice place.
"Holy Light, please give me the power to eradicate the sins in front of me. I need the powerful power of Holy Light, a power that can wash away the dark world, for the salvation of Azeroth, and for the justice of Holy Light."
There was a bang.
Endless holy light fell from the sky, and Uther's size expanded rapidly, as huge as an ogre. A pair of golden wings spread out from his back, slowly rising until he was as high as the city wall.
Overflowing with light and shrouded in holy light, Uther was at the center of everyone's attention. This made his heart filled with joy, and he showed joy again.
"There is no doubt anymore, there is no more doubt. I, the great Uther, am the holy light walking on the earth, the only bringer of light in Azeroth."
The soldiers at the top of the city wall looked at Uther who was flying slowly, and fired a shower of arrows. Unfortunately, in front of the endless holy light, the arrows were in vain. A flash of gold flashed across Uther's eyes, and he
Searching for this prey.
Uther knew very well that it was difficult to conquer Stratholme with his own strength, but if he could kill Baron Rivendell, the result would be different. The baron was the leader of Stratholme and the confidence of the soldiers.
Baron Rivendell was already prepared. He drew out the long swords from behind his back and prepared to face him. He stared at the condensed holy sword in Uther's hand and felt the suffocating terror.
Uther also saw the Baron and showed a contemptuous smile:
"Rivendell, you have been laughing at me all this time, saying that I don't know how to lead soldiers, and complaining that I fed the soldiers to the orcs, but the Holy Light is on my side, and I am the real justice."
Rivendell responded in a low voice: "The Holy Light chose you, which is the beginning of the tragedy of Lordaeron."
"Hahaha!"
Uther laughed and waved the holy sword in his hand, about to cut it down with one strike.
At this moment, a slender figure rushed out and stopped in front of Uther.
Although his face was withered and his charming appearance was no longer there, Uther still recognized his little daughter.
"Go back, this is not the place you should be." Uther yelled angrily.
"Uther, you have killed too many people, why can't you kill your own daughter?" Uther's daughter, now Ms. Deathwhisper, stopped in front of her father without hesitation, her eyes were extremely calm.
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Uther's lips trembled, he was hesitating, and his heart was tangled. He looked at the holy sword in his hand, and then at the paladins below. Family love and glory were fighting in his heart.
Thrall, who was watching the battle from a distance, made a strange sound.
"Uther, do you want to refuse this great glory?"
Killing your own daughter with your own hands is considered an honor.
Uther closed his eyes and remembered the memory of his daughter playing on his knees, the carefree home life, and the laborious territory. What shattered all this beauty?
Peace is gone, justice is blurred, black and white are reversed, and only war and bloodshed, betrayal and helplessness remain.
"Perhaps I should really make up my mind to destroy all the good things in my heart. I, Uther, am not worthy of family affection."
Uther gritted his teeth, the holy sword bloomed with light, and was about to slash at the thin figure on the city wall.
It brought me countless family happiness, the softest place in my heart, and the most beautiful pure land.
boom!
There was a violent collision, and Uther's holy sword was blocked.
This is a man wearing golden armor with a dark skull mask on his face.
A warhammer glowing with golden light firmly resisted the Holy Sword, preventing it from moving even an inch.
The bursting holy light blew away Ms. Deathspeaker's dry long hair. Robbie grabbed the slender Deathspeaker with one hand and threw her behind easily. Soldiers caught her and protected her.
"Prince of Alsace, Prince of Alsace."
I don’t know who was the first to shout. On the walls of Stratholme, all the soldiers were shouting the prince’s name, rolling and roaring like huge waves, gathering into an ocean.
Robbie raised his hand and gently signaled that everyone could stop.
"Alsace?"
Uther never expected that the one who could resist him would be his most incompetent disciple.
"Alsace!"
Thrall gritted his teeth with hatred. Seeing Arthas, for some reason, he couldn't help but think of the Holy Light Orcs.
King Saurfang on the side was trembling. He had not forgotten the shame of being defeated by Arthas, but now his opponent had become stronger, which made him fearful.
"Alsace!"
Sylvanas drew out a specially made arrow and secretly hid it in her sleeve. Her eyes were sharp and her teeth were clenched, waiting for the best opportunity for a sneak attack.
"Has Alsace grown to this point?"
Jaina was in a daze, her beautiful eyes seeing ripples. She didn't expect that the good-for-nothing prince back then would act more and more surprising. If Lordaeron hadn't been so corrupted, he might actually be a good match.
Robbie didn't speak, he just raised the war hammer in his hand and made a provocative gesture towards Uther.
"A prince who is doomed to end, only the cold grave is your only destination." Uther gathered the holy light again, and a holy sword that stood tall on the sky and the earth appeared.
Uther did not feel the power of the Holy Light in Robbie's body. Maybe it was some unknown power. Maybe His Highness the Prince was really a genius. But this made Uther even more excited. He killed the prince of Lordaeron.
, will obviously bring more glory than killing Baron Rivendell.
There was a loud collision.
The golden holy light exploded at the top of the city. Unexpectedly, it was Uther who was defeated. He flew backwards like a helpless kite for a long distance, although the power of the holy light barely stabilized him.
He still fell to the ground helplessly.
"impossible!"
Robbie showed a power that Uther didn't understand, and actually defeated the Holy Light that he was proud of.
At this moment, Uther already had doubts about the Holy Light, and he was wavering.
The Paladins of the Silver Hand were also shaking their heads slightly, Uther disappointed them so much.
"Holy Light, please..."
Uther raised his hands toward the sky and prayed to the Holy Light, hoping for more powerful power.
There was a loud sound in the air.
Seven little red dots appeared in the distant clouds. (To be continued)