Arthas Minerhill, the youngest king in the history of Lordaeron, was awarded the throne of kings at the age of 20, which is unique in the entire human history.

Even among the new generation of young kings of the human empire, Arthas is still the youngest, but this does not mean that Arthas is naive. This young king who has experienced too many things has a more mature mentality than his peers. Especially after witnessing the entire process of the destruction of the northern border by the dark blade undead, Arthas has understood the responsibility of the king very thoroughly under the disasters.

But no matter how mature he is, he is still a passionate young man. The characteristics of young people are reflected in him very clearly, almost reckless and decisive, lacking thinking when facing important choices, and always habitually put all the pressure on his shoulders, rather than better solving the problems in his hands by seeking help.

As Terion said, the spiritual induction in Arthas's mind, whether left by the Lich King or from the hands of the Fear Demon King, is just a spiritual induction spell. If Arthas himself did not have the idea of ​​coming to Northrend, if he did not try to use external forces and did not want to defend his civilization and country by taking "shortcuts", the induction spell would not work at all.

In other words, he came here entirely because of his personality and thoughts, the whispers and illusions, at best, only played a driving role, compressing the time Arthas used for hesitation and repeated thinking, and finally pushed him into the current situation in one go.

He did not lack courage, what he lacked was the experience of controlling the courage to go wild. In time, Alsace would definitely become an excellent king, but now, his reckless journey sent him into a deadly battlefield.

Although this story is not as pessimistic as it once was, if Alsace's luck was not good enough, he might have no future.

In the darkness behind Terion, Farrick and Mavien, who were struck by death energy, struggled increasingly weaker. The ending of an ordinary person being unable to breathe fresh air within a few minutes is fatal. As powerful warriors, both of them can skillfully control certain physical activities in their bodies, which can allow them to persist in such a desperate situation for a longer time.

But as time goes by, the shadow of death continues to envelope...

"Bang"

"Clam"

The collision of heavy swords and warhammers caused a storm of halo and energy in the cold cave. At the feet of the two, the snow that had been frozen for tens of millions of years was cracked one by one. The solidity of these ice and snow was as strong as stones. Between the splash of ice chips, Terion's figure continued to move forward, and behind him, the darkness that enveloped everything was like a shadow.

When Arthas faced the strange, splashing sword shadows around the Ashes, he struggled to resist.

This is when Terion strictly controls his power to the same level as Alsace. Unless necessary, the Grand Lord of the Dark Blade does not like to end the battle with crushing power when facing his juniors. He enjoys this battle process. Although the sound of the sword at the moment, whether in terms of technical content or destructive power, is far inferior to the battle with Lothar that day.

But...this is an assessment after all.

Lothar asked Terion to find a suitable master for the War Destroyer. Since it was a promise, the great lord would definitely do his best to complete it.

"Bang"

The sword blade and the warhammer collided again. When the weapons were intersecting at high speed, the jumping Mars seemed to ignite the stagnant air. Terion, holding the sword in both hands, used the tactics of the high elf rangers at once. It was an ancient heritage. After the sword was swung, the heavy weapon would bring about a strong inertia, while the agile elves used this inertia reasonably.

To the bystanders, it was not Tyreon waving the Ashes Messenger, but it was like the Ashes Messenger actively attacking his opponent, while Tyreon was just moving his position as the weapon jumped.

The sword is driving the sword holder.

"Clam"

Terion's slender body rotated in the air for three weeks. The howling blade accumulated enough kinetic energy and slashed hard on the king's warhammer from top to bottom. The huge force pressed on Arthath's weapons and pressed his warhammer to the ground.

"Holy Light, give me strength!"

Arthas's low voice sounded at this moment, and the scorching holy light was like a lit light, ignited in the body of the young king. The holy energy wandered in Arthas's body. The warmth relieved the pain in his whole body and gave him new strength.

"I... won't, I will lose again!"

The warhammer, oppressed by the sword blade, lifted the blade of the Ashes Messenger into the air little by little while the body was straightened. The black shadow blade lit up behind him, slashing towards Arthas's back with a chopping action, but was blocked by a thin layer of light.

As the holy light was healing, the young king's frostbitten cheeks were quickly recovering. He stared at the Dark Blade Lord in front of him, and the latter was also looking at him.

"Loss or wins cannot be confirmed by shouting a few slogans..."

Terion took the initiative to take a step back, and the next moment, the war hammer wrapped in the holy light rubbed his body and smashed it down. This was a subconscious tactical reaction, and the actions of the two at this time were very similar to the brief confrontation a few minutes ago.

But at the moment when Terion's dodge ended, Arthas suddenly stretched out his right hand, like a thrown hook lock, and five fingers accurately clamped on the shoulders of the great lord.

"Yes! It's not something that can be determined by shouting slogans...but I will grow too!"

"boom"

With Alsace as the center, the golden light compressed to a high concentration burst out from the Paladin's body, like an explosion of bombs. The cold air of the entire Cold Wind Cave was swept away by the scorching light falling from the sky at this moment. The advanced Paladins often used to clear out large groups of enemies - the Holy Storm, and swept across the battlefield in a posture of sweeping everything.

"Crack, Crack"

Under the scorching halo, the ground that became extremely strong in the frozen zodiac also cracked, just like the first time that the sun shone in this gloomy place in ten thousand years.

But no matter how hot the light was, there was a darkness that could not be dispelled. At the moment when the light feathers of the sacred storm disappeared, in front of the panting Alsace, Terion was still standing calmly in the shadow that wrapped his body.

On his arm, some golden flames were still burning, like tinea oil attached to life bodies.

"Bang"

The great lord waved his hand and easily wiped out the flames on his arm. He leaned the Ashes Messenger on the ground and looked at Alsace, with a hint of appreciation in his ice-blue eyes.

"That skill just now is pretty good."

"If it weren't for me being much better than you, maybe I would have been hurt."

It sounds like a harsh sarcasm, but both Tyrion and Arthas can hear the praise in this sentence. It is true that Arthas is at most an enhanced version of the high-level knight. He may not even beat Gianna in the state of magic explosion, but he is still very young and has a lot of potential.

And Terion was right. If someone else fights Arthas, facing the burst of the sacred light that the young king had just fired, even a high-level death knight would be unable to save all the sacred damage because the distance was too close.

"You really have the talent to hide under your body."

The Great Lord looked at Alsace, who was alert:

"Forgive me for the first time I missed it. The degree of fit between you and the power of the Holy Light is beyond expectations. It has grown to this level in just a few years. It seems that I should treat you as a confidant enemy."

"You are not invincible."

Faced with the comments of the Great Lord, the young king's fingers pressed his warhammer tightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"I already have the confidence to defeat you, all I need... maybe it's just time."

"Um?"

Terion smiled, and he turned his head to look at the sadness of frost floating beside him, and he whispered:

"What? Don't you want this magic sword now?"

"Let me tell you, what the voice tells you is true. As long as you hold this sword, you will immediately gain the power that can temporarily match me, and as long as you are willing to give more, you can indeed become the second me."

"What you want to achieve is right in front of you. Just reach out and you can touch the future. Are you... really not moved?"

Arthas was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again, and in those blue eyes, a flash of alertness flashed by, his eyes flashed over the black magic sword, he said:

"Respond to you with your words...I won't be you, Terion, I will become better than you!"

"This enlightenment..."

Terion laughed silently, he let go of one hand and waved the Ashes Messenger with one hand, and he looked at Alsace:

"This enlightenment is the first thing I teach you today. I want to teach you the second thing now. Are you ready to listen?"

The latter did not answer, and Terion did not need to answer.

His steps took a step forward, and at this moment, the death energy in the body of the great lord burst out, and a pressure like facing the god of death hit Alsace's body. Although it was just an invisible and intangible momentum similar to "Dragon Power", it really oppressed his actions at this moment.

He had only had time to lift his warhammer high with his instinctive warning, and then burst out all the holy light energy in his body. Then, the next second, he transformed into nearly 20 ashes messengers of the dark sword shadow and smashed it hard on Alsace's warhammer at the same time.

The strong warhammer inherited from the Minaishir family was easily divided into two at the moment of contact. The moment the blade touched Arthas' body, Terion's wrist flipped, and the blade changed from slashing to slapping.

"Bang"

The young king felt the darkness in front of him, and his whole body was as if he was hit on the front by a giant siege hammer. At the moment when he was slapped in the chest by the cold sword blade, Alsace completely lost control of his body and the holy light. He was like a ball slapped by a clumsy naughty boy, and flew backwards in the cave of the ten thousand-year-old glacier.

Those crystal-clear icebergs, those ice and snow rolled up by huge forces, those fragments that were scattered due to the impact, and even the solid earth were "plowed" by this crushing and heavy blow.

"Clang"

The black shadow shattered the main body of the glacier. When the entire Cold Wind Cave began to collapse, in the loud bang that resounded throughout the keel wilderness, Alsace was weakly lying on the ground that was blasted out of a concave underground.

Under the protection of the holy light, he was not in danger of his life, but his whole body was filled with terrifying wounds that were scratched, and half of his body was buried under the shattered frozen soil.

"Swish"

Terion appeared beside Arthas, moving his wrists and patting the young king on the cheek with a cold blade. The moment Arthas opened his eyes, he heard the sarcastic voice of the Great Lord:

"That's the second thing I'll teach you today, Arthas Minaihill."

"You do have talent, but there is no difference between geniuses who cannot grow up and those mediocre people. You need time to make yourself stronger. Before that, you'd better be careful to avoid those real strong people... instead of bumping into them recklessly."

"Maybe you will become an opponent that will make me headache in the future, but in my eyes, now you are young and don't know how to protect yourself. The value of your death is basically the same as the value of your existence, which is about...0!"

"Haha, it's a pity..."

Amid the buzzing of the Ashes, Terion, who was joking and laughing, held the sword back and stood beside Arthas, and the blade pointed at the king's chest in the air.

"The future Holy Light Warrior, your time has returned to 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 Arthas and Terion. Along with it, there was a ball of extremely cold magic energy. Its target was Terion, who was about to kill.

The Grand Lord of the Dan Blade waved his hand expressionlessly and shattered the cold energy. He looked at the figures rushing out of the wind and snow, and in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The guys who are delaying are finally here... If you guys are a little later, it will be difficult for this drama to continue."

"A real incompetent actor..."
Chapter completed!