The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 352 You Are Not Worthy of Being a Paladin

"I know you look down on a little scruffy like me. You think I'm weak and unworthy, but there's a reason for all this."

With one hand clenching his left fist, Arthas guided the holy flame to gather in his fist, and the burning fist hit the ice armor on the Lich King's chest.

Flame and ice were entangled with each other, fighting against each other on the Lich King's ice armor, evenly matched, but wisps of holy flame gradually penetrated into the Lich King's ice armor, and the red began to erode the blue.

Looking at the grinning Paladin, the Lich King said nothing and swept away four Nathrezim with one sword... What the hell? You four are just working but not putting in any effort!

Pinching the Paladin who was as tall as him with his left hand, the Lich King said, "Paladin, have you always been so conceited?"

For this question, Arthas only felt that breathing was a little difficult. He thrust the holy sword in his hand forward, and the holy flame... Frostmourne easily extinguished the holy flame.

Clang! The master's strength was not enough to hold the holy sword tightly. The Holy Sword of the Scorching Sun, Arondate, wailed at the right time and stabbed into the ground under the master's feet, causing the holy flame to continuously flow into the master's body.

Allowing the holy sword to aid Arthas, the Lich King said: "Answer my questions, Paladin, and I will consider sparing your life."

"Before I answer your question, could you please keep the sword in your hand away from me, Lich King?"

At this moment, Frostmourne was close to Arthas' chest. He had finally reaped the consequences of fiddling with the holy sword every day. The revenge of Frostmourne had come.

"Are you not afraid of death at all, Paladin?"

"If I were afraid of death, I would not do such a thing. There is life in the land of death."

"You...are so cheerful, which makes me..."

"So, that place changed you, Wu..."

Suddenly increasing the strength of his hands, the Lich King said: "You are just like those maggots. You bother me, but do you think your price is enough?"

"Well... the so-called... price... is just... the right... bargaining chip... You... will... figure it out... "

After saying this in a halting and breathless manner, Arthas gave up resistance and relaxed his arms, but his piercing eyes still met the cold and indifferent eyes in front of him, unwavering.

Staring into those flaming eyes filled with determination, the Lich King couldn't help but reduce the strength on his left hand, while Frostmourne in his right hand began to move slowly forward.

Paladin, seeing the Paladin blessed by Holy Light was already enough to upset him.

What's more, he also met Arthas Menethil, who firmly believed in the Holy Light.

Even if this paladin allowed him to temporarily return to Azeroth, an Azeroth that did not belong to him, but allowed these paladins who believed in the Holy Light to stand up again... the price of a secret, he wanted to get that secret.

"Very good. You have such a devout belief in the Holy Light. I believe that old man Uther must have infinite expectations of you."

"Yes, I sat there... I held Master Uther with my left hand, punched Prince Kael'thas with my right fist, crushed Lich King Ner'zhul with my left foot, and kicked Master Muradin with my right foot. It felt so good."

"Of course, it's not impossible to do something with some people and some things, but it's a pity that I can't do anything about it. God bless you!"

When the tip of Frostmourne touched the Black Dragon Armor, Arthas said this sentence in one breath with a mysterious smile on his face.

He spoke at an unusually fast speed, and the Nathrezim were caught off guard by his reaction.

Especially the female Nathrezim, they had the urge to strangle another self. The cowardly sailor who was indifferent to Captain Jaina became so weak when talking about such things that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Suddenly, the holy flames surged like a tide and enveloped the two of them. Wow! The holy sword was pulled out by the paladin, and Arthas jumped towards Balnazzar.

The Paladin wants to take revenge on the damned Balnazzar and the Scarlet Crusade now... These sewer rats are hiding too deeply. The Paladin has been in Kul Tiras for almost three days, but hasn't seen a single rat tail.

The Paladin was extremely excited to see Balnazzar and the other Nathrezim again... Balnazzar the Dreadlord? The one who cannot be defeated is the Dreadlord, and the ones who can be defeated and pose no threat are all Nathrezim!

"Arthas Menethil, you lunatic, aren't you afraid..."

"Balnazzar, I will deal with you and then I will compete with him. You demons and the undead... are too much of an eyesore."

The Holy Sword and the three pairs of Demon Claws fought again. This time, without the dreadlord Tichondrius, Arthas didn't know how he would lose.

After easily blocking the three sword moves of the Holy Flame Paladin with his two brothers, Balnazzar raised his right hand and said, "Prince Arthas, you are too conceited."

The next second, a beam of extremely fast fel energy shot towards Arthas. The green fel energy that made up the beam surged and flashed like lightning.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in this beam of fel energy, Arthas had no way to escape because he was already pinned down on his left and right by Varimathras and Detheroc.

Holding up the Dragon Head Shield with his left hand, Arthas said contemptuously: "With your limited strength, I think it would be better for Archimonde to do it himself."

When the Fel Finger taunted Balnazzar for being weak, Arthas consciously summoned several shields, blood shields, bone shields... It was not because he was afraid, but he felt safer with seven or eight more shields.

The extremely evil demigod of Death and the demigod of Fel are near Arthas. If the aftermath of the battle between the two demigods affects the innocent him, what should he do?

In front of the cunning demons, the mortals in the eyes of the demons can only be well prepared and arm themselves... The four shields are destroyed, Arthas leaps into the air, pointing his sword at Varimathras!

"Varimathras, you are the weakest of the three of you. Die!"

"Okay, okay, as you wish!"

After Varimathras roared angrily, he swung his right hand towards Arthas, and green burning stones fell from the sky and smashed towards Arthas with a bang. It was a hellfire from the sky that could focus fire on the enemy!

"The more the merrier, Varimathras. I am so excited."

With a sword, Arthas pierced through a Hellfire that was about to transform, and he felt the pure holy flame entering his body, which was more powerful than that of ordinary soldiers... and could withstand four or five stitched monsters.

The evil flame attached to the stone was extinguished, and the holy flame appeared, but unfortunately it could not make the dead hellfire stand up again.

Pointing his sword at Deserok, Arthas said: "Deserok, summon more demons. The power of your Burning Legion is too small!"

Apart from Claw Wind and Sword Wind, Diseloc glared at the Paladin who said this. He actually forcibly closed the summoning array, suppressed the backlash, and punched the unstoppable Paladin.

It was agreed that he would summon a group fight, but instead, Arthas raised his holy sword, stepped over Balnazzar who was trying to stop him, and leaped towards Diseloc, with the new dragon head holy shield roaring!

"Ow!"

Just like the vivid dragon head of the gold-rimmed black dragon behind Arthas, the dragon head's shield roared to the sky, and it took the initiative to separate from Arthas, transforming into a slender nine-clawed fire dragon.

The scarlet flaming pupils glared at the evil enemy, the dragon twisted its body, and the nine-clawed fire dragon spewed out bright red holy flames from its mouth, roaring and pounced fiercely at the three Nathrezim brothers.

Staring at these two small fire dragons that were only ten meters long... snakes? Many people were silent. Without looking at their appearance, they were indeed ferocious. They were different from the giant dragons they had seen with their own eyes. They were ignorant of the dragons.

"Majestic dragon eyes, elegant dragon horns, curved dragon body, dragon flames in the mouth, binding the enemy, it is indeed a dragon."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong... huh?!"

"You have to believe me, that is a dragon, it really is a dragon!"

The green-armored female captain who was healing Uther explained this way. Apart from a big female demon and a little girl, Daelin and the others... especially Daelin, felt a little bit ashamed. How did he teach his daughter?

The middle-aged and elderly paladin who received treatment from Jaina only felt itching outside his body... The mage knew rejuvenation magic... natural healing magic, water elemental healing magic and holy light healing magic... There were so many that Uther couldn't count them at all, and he became the mage's guinea pig.

Near the Lightbringer, Purple-robed Jaina looked at another herself who not only put her left hand on her right hand, supported her chin with her right hand, squinted her eyes in thought, but also rubbed her good daughter's head from time to time.

I didn’t get to touch her much the last time we met, so I can’t miss it this time. I have to at least have enough fun.

She was very confident about her massage techniques. Christina, smiling with a look of enjoyment on her face, was the best proof of this. Her delicate white hands on her hips occasionally flashed green light.

The chubby and "fat" cat lay safely in the hands of purple-robed Jaina, enjoying the ultimate kneading service of the mother who was not a mother. There was golden lightning patrolling on the child's body surface.

"If you have the guts, don't hide. Fight me squarely. If you are a demon, face me head-on!"

Flash once, flash twice, flash three times, and they are still flashing for the fourth time. Three big bat-winged rats are teasing the big red dragon-winged cat, ready to throw out fel flames at any time. The emerald green devil claws are scraping across the black dragon armor, and the whooshing and scraping sounds are endless.

"Skills, skills are gained through fighting, Prince Arthas."

"A little dragon was a near miss... wasn't it, guys?!"

"Yes, Deseroc, that's right."

"Prince Arthas, you play so many tricks with us, why can't we play with you?"

"Varimathras, don't be careless. Prince Arthas is a humble and honest paladin who may attack you at any time."

"As you wish, Balnazzar."

Arthas, who seemed to have a low alcohol tolerance and staggered, seemed to have drunk more than a dozen glasses of liquor while dancing with three hostess "girls". His body was swaying from side to side and he could fall to the ground at any time.

Not only was the Fire Dragon's Aegis destroyed by the joint efforts of the three Nathrezim, but the various shields that Arthas had made good use of were shattered as soon as they were formed, and they no longer had any additional protective function.

Because of the special nature of the armor, Arthas still holds the holy sword in his hand, his golden hair is fluttering, and the holy flame on his body never goes out, showing his undamaged aura of resistance to attacks, and his sinister sneer continues.

"Laugh... You think it's funny, right, Dicerock?!"

Crack! In the short period of crazy combo torture, Arthas, relying solely on drunken instinct, threw a set of street thug boxing that was hard to tell what the method was, and he was able to brush past Diseloc's bat wings. It was really surprising.

"I see through your intentions, Nathrezim!"

Suddenly reaching out and holding down the strong demon who was rushing towards him, Arthas grinned, but his smile was not ferocious enough.

With one hand he pressed down the incredulous demon, and the Dragon Head Shield reappeared, covering the man and the demon in the blink of an eye, leaving the other two Nathrezim completely unable to react.

Crack! Arthas smashed down hard on the Nathrezim's chest, his boots embedding into his chest in the shape of a bursting emerald green balloon.

After blocking all attacks, Arthas raised the demon with his left hand that was constantly flowing with emerald fel energy.

Lifting the holy sword in his right hand, Arthas said: "Deserok, no matter where you are, you will be the first sacrifice."

"Ugh..." As the holy sword entered his body, a painful and hoarse voice sounded, and the evil energy at the corner of Diselok's mouth flowed down.

The moment the holy flame carried by the holy sword entered his body, Diseloc couldn't help but widen his evil eyes. This was... He tried his best to shake.

Seeing the demon's actions, Arthas said, "Oh, you don't seem convinced, Dicerok?!"