Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis

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"Arthas, the Silver Hand warhammer has judged the minions of the Old Gods, and today it will judge you, the traitor who betrayed everything and killed your own father!" Uther's white hair stood on end in fury, and holy light burned around him like tangible flames.

The Silver Hand warhammer seemed weightless in his hands, sweeping across the sky once more with the force to split mountains and cleave seas! It formed a giant hammer, several meters tall, in the air.

Arthas dared not take the blow head-on again. His skeletal warhorse nimbly leaped to the side, and the giant hammer grazed his body as it slammed into the ice!

Boom!

The earth trembles!

A massive crater, several meters in diameter, instantly formed. The ice layer shattered completely, and soil mixed with the remains of the undead shot into the sky! The shockwave pulverized dozens of undead in the vicinity!

This power is absolutely amazing.

Rhodes was speechless at the sight. "What the hell? Am I playing Fengyun? Will Uther create a giant hammer that's forty or fifty meters tall someday?"

"Truly worthy of being the weapon of the Titan Guardians, Lord Rhodes Uther has wielded this weapon exceptionally well," Jaina said calmly beside Rhodes.

Rhodes and the other three paladins nodded; the power that the Silver Hand Warhammer displayed in Uther's hands far exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Coward! Afraid to take the hit? Is this all the power of death you believe in? When I teach you to fight, all you do is dodge?" Uther roared, his attacks like a storm.

The giant hammer sometimes swept across thousands of troops, and sometimes cleaved mountains with its force. Each swing brought with it a terrifying storm of holy light, forcing Arthas to rely on the mobility of his skeletal warhorse to constantly dodge and parry.

Each collision between Frostmourne and the giant hammer unleashed a blinding light and a piercing metallic clang. Arthas's frost armor and blood shield were constantly shattered and reformed, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.

The Silver Hand warhammer seemed to possess an inherent power of order that naturally countered death and chaos. Arthas's prized frost magic rapidly melted away as it approached the holy light domain of the giant hammer. Uther fought with increasing ferocity, his holy light seemingly inexhaustible. Each attack placed immense pressure on Arthas, subjecting his already fragile body to the scorching heat of the holy light.

"Kneel down! Repent for the heinous crimes you have committed!" Uther seized the slight moment of Arthas's paralysis after parrying, and brought his massive hammer down on Arthas's head with tremendous force!

This hammer blow embodied all his disappointment, anger, and grief towards Arthas, and he vowed to completely purify this unworthy disciple!

Arthas's pupils constricted sharply, a sense of impending death instantly engulfing his entire body! With a roar, he held Frostmourne above his head, channeling all his deathly power into the sword without reservation!

clang--! ! !

A deafening roar, more terrifying than ever before, erupted!

The ice beneath Arthas's feet shattered completely, and he and his horse were forced to their knees by the impact!

The skeletal warhorse let out a mournful cry as its bones shattered!

The Saronite Armor groaned, its teeth chattering, with noticeable dents and cracks appearing on the shoulder and breastplates!

His arms, gripping Frostmourne, creaked under the strain, the bones grinding together, his hands splitting open, and black blood of death flowing down the hilt of the sword!

"Ugh—!" Arthas let out a painful groan, kneeling halfway in the pit, Frostmourne desperately holding back the giant hammer that seemed to be crushing the earth.

The power of the holy light was like boiling lava, frantically eroding his body, and even the fire of his soul was flickering violently!

"Give up, Arthas! The Holy Light will eventually purify all darkness!" Uther's hair and beard stood on end as he poured all his power into the light, the crimson and white holy light almost completely engulfing Arthas!

Rhodes, watching this scene, was speechless. Could it be? Arthas wouldn't be killed by Uther right here, would he?

This is absolutely brutal! Arthas is no match for Uther.

"That's how it is. Lord Uther purified this traitor and killed him."

"Kill this traitor! Annihilate him!"

"Praise be to the Holy Light."

"Arthas, your death is nigh." Under Uther's relentless onslaught, Arthas was completely overwhelmed.

The Silver Hand paladins, who had been in complete disarray, suddenly erupted in thunderous cheers, and even some human militiamen began to shout "Long live the Holy Light!"

“It’s over, child. You are no match for me, no match for the weapons of the Titans,” Uther said, holding the Silver Hand Warhammer.

At this critical moment! Arthas let out a desperate and frantic scream from the depths of his soul!

"Master! Power! Give me power!"

Chapter 95 The Power from the Warden: Rescuing Uther

At this moment, Arthas's heart was roaring. He was unwilling to accept defeat. He was unwilling to accept defeat like this. He had given up everything, his throne, and his kingdom.

Having killed his own father, destroyed his own people, and given everything for power, Arthas was still no match for his mentor. This filled Arthas with extreme resentment.

Om-!

Far away in Northrend, atop the Frozen Throne, the Lich King sensed the impending death of his most powerful servant!

A death force far greater, purer, and colder than the one previously poured into Scythe, like the floodwaters of the Styx bursting its banks, instantly transcended the barriers of space and surged into Arthas's body through the perfect medium of Frostmourne!

"Take it, my servant! This inexhaustible power, the power of the immortals!" The Lich King's soul roared, pouring all his power into Frostmourne, which then transferred to the Death Knight.

It seems I underestimated Uther. The Titans' weapons are indeed beyond imagination; he truly deserves to be called the former Guardian.

boom!

Arthas unleashed an unprecedentedly terrifying death energy! The jet-black aura of death, with icy blue veins, shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

The ice pit beneath him was instantly turned pitch black, freezing into black ice harder than steel! The giant silver hammer that had been pressing down on him was actually lifted an inch by this sudden burst of power!

"Roar—!!!" Arthas roared to the sky, his voice no longer human, but more like the mournful howl of countless dead souls!

His shattered Saronite armor was instantly repaired and strengthened under the infusion of the power of death, even becoming more ferocious!

The broken arm bones are reshaped by death energy, becoming tougher than steel!

The light of Frostmourne surged, and countless illusory souls struggling in agony appeared on the sword, emanating a chill that caused the surrounding air to condense into black ice crystals!

With the Lich King's power, Arthas successfully blocked Uther's attack and the artifact Silver Hand warhammer.

"What?!" Uther's expression changed drastically. He felt an irresistible and terrifying force surging back from Frostmourne!

The light of the Silver Hand warhammer was suppressed and dimmed! The power of order seemed powerless before the absolutely powerful source of death, which was blessed by the Lich King!

At this moment, countless chains suddenly extended from Frostmourne, and these chains swayed around Arthas as if they were alive.

Rhodes was terrified at the sight. Others might have thought it was the Lich King's power, but Rhodes knew it was not the Lich King's power, but rather the power of Frostmourne and the true creator of the Crown of Domination, Warden Zovaar.

Unexpectedly, Zovar had already noticed Arthas at this time and used his power to help Arthas fight Uther. If Arthas relied solely on himself and the original power of Frostmourne, he would definitely not be a match for Uther at this moment.

"Uther! Do you see this? This is the power of death!" Arthas slowly stood up, his voice like two blocks of ice rubbing together, filled with absolute evil and power.

"This is true power! The power of death! Your pathetic holy light is but a firefly before it!"

He stopped dodging and parrying. He gripped Frostmourne tightly with both hands, the dark power of death coiling around the blade as he faced the still-pressing giant hammer.

It was a simple, unadorned upward slash, pure power and the essence of death!

Clang—click-clack!

This time, the collision produced a sharp, piercing sound! It was utterly devastating! The Silver Hand warhammer never again gained overwhelming power.

Uther's Silver Hand warhammer dimmed.

The brilliant crimson and white holy light on the Silver Hand hammer shattered and extinguished like fragile glass!

For the first time, the ancient runes on the hammer, belonging to the Titan Guardian Tyr, let out a mournful cry! The giant hammer could no longer maintain its form and instantly shrank back to its original warhammer form!

Uther was struck dumb, and blood gushed out!

He felt a chilling, bone-piercing force, filled with endless despair and decay, surge into his body through the warhammer, violently destroying his meridians and eroding his holy light source!

The terrifying force sent him flying backward, crashing heavily into the thick wooden wall of the granary and creating a deep crater!

The chains on Frostmourne shot out and instantly pierced Uther's body, binding him firmly in place.

"Pfft!" Uther spat out another mouthful of blood, his aura instantly weakening. The Silver Hand Warhammer in his hand dimmed, and he stared in disbelief at Arthas, who was slowly approaching like a god of death.

Is the Lich King's power really that great? He clearly had the upper hand just now. He was even about to kill this traitor.

“The Holy Light… betrayed you. Your Holy Light cannot save you, but my power of death can save me.” Arthas stepped on the frozen black ice, each step causing the earth to tremble. “Uther, embrace death, for it is your only destiny! It is the destiny of this nation, the destiny of all its people.”

Frostmourne was raised high, its tip aimed directly at the heavily wounded Lightbringer. The soul-freezing sharpness proclaimed that the outcome of this duel between master and disciple was already predetermined.

The holy light of the Silver Hand ultimately succumbed to the boundless death power bestowed upon it by the Lich King.

Rhodes, who was hiding to the side, knew that the time had come. Without any hesitation, Rhodes first unleashed a bolt of lightning, the strongest offensive spell he could currently use.

With a deafening roar, a massive bolt of lightning struck Arthas. Having just engaged Uther in battle, Arthas was completely unprepared and hadn't activated any anti-magic shields, blood shields, or frost armor. The lightning, like divine punishment, sent Arthas flying.

"Lord Uther, don't worry, we're here to save you."

"Damn undead, accept the punishment of the Holy Light!"

"The Holy Light protects us." Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, three undead skeleton soldiers charged out, wielding warhammers and radiating a dense aura of holy light.

This comical scene left both the human and the undead present somewhat bewildered.

The female mage rolled her eyes helplessly, raised her staff, and then summoned 10 fire elementals using the magic scroll Rhode handed her.

Rhodes then smiled and dispelled the disguise spell. He then summoned seven Holy Light Elementals. After the disguise spell was dispelled, the three charging skeletons finally transformed into paladins.

"A bunch of ignorant fools, do you think you can handle me?" Arthas sneered, and the Frostmourne in his hand drew a blue trail, instantly knocking away the paladins who were charging at him with their tails, and even shattering their warhammers.

At this moment, Arthas's combat power was at its peak. With the Lich King's power infused into him, the Death Knight was unimaginably powerful.

"I wondered who it was, but it's you, Rhodes. You've ruined my plans time and time again. This time, you're not leaving. The Lich King greatly admires you." As the saying goes, enemies are especially hostile when they meet, and Arthas immediately wanted to kill Rhodes upon seeing him.

“I’m sorry, Arthas, I don’t have much time to catch up with you.” Rhodes shrugged and summoned two angels.

The angel wielding the sword of holy light unleashed a holy judgment upon Arthas, while Rhodes cast a slowing spell, inflicting a curse that blinded Arthas.

However, this time Arthas unleashed a terrifying death power, and neither Rhodes' negative magic nor even the angel's holy judgment could harm him.

"Be careful, Rhodes. Arthas's power has suddenly surged for some reason." Uther, who had just been severely injured by Arthas, stood up and said after catching his breath.

Rhodes nodded and cast a healing spell. The healing power of Holy Light was indeed very strong, but the healing ability of healing would directly nourish the body. At this moment, the Holy Light could not heal Uther's injuries, but healing could restore him.

A vibrant green light enveloped Uther, and within seconds, the heavily injured paladin stood up.

“Next, Lord Uther, summon the Holy Light elemental.” Rhodes nodded to Uther and tossed him the Fire Elemental Summoning Scroll.

Uther immediately understood, leaping to catch Rhodes's magic scroll. He then poured all his holy light into it, raising the Silver Hand warhammer high and summoning terrifying holy light.

"Great Holy Light, help me defeat the enemy once again."

A burst of golden light shone forth, and this time Uther summoned a full twelve Holy Light Elementals. All the Holy Light Elementals present flew in the sky, showering down powerful holy energy, illuminating the entire land with golden light.

"Damn Holy Light!" Arthas exclaimed, using his tattered cloak to shield himself from the uncomfortable power of the Holy Light.

“I’m sorry, child, it seems today is not my day of reckoning.” Uther, holding the Silver Hand Warhammer, stood side by side with Rhodes, nodding to each other as he spoke.

"It doesn't matter. You're just clinging to life. That won't change my victory," Arthas sneered, raising Frostmourne in his hand.