Many years later, some veterans who participated in the Dragon Slaying War still have vivid memories of that battle. However, what makes them unforgettable is not the evil dragon, the terrifying walking corpse or the powerful lich, but a man who is destined to live in this life.
An extraordinary boy
——Phillips hesitantly put the command knife back into its sheath. The musketeers had changed their gun-holding postures several times, but the black figure in the crosshair remained silent.
"Your Majesty, how should we deal with this?" The head of the Guards trotted up to Varian, but what he saw was the same hesitant look in his eyes.
"Perhaps, we should capture him alive?" Varian frowned undecidedly and said after considering, "After all, he did not voluntarily become a death knight."
"But Your Majesty, we don't know what the young man is thinking at this moment," Phillips hesitated to express his worries, "Maybe he is not ashamed to become a death knight, and is willing to accept this filthy power."
Varian's eyebrows were almost knitted together. Although he sympathized with the innocent boy in his heart, the responsibility of a leader did not allow him to make such an emotional judgment.
The Storm King slowly raised his hand, and Phillips knew that it was Varian's habitual move to make his final judgment; he lowered his head slightly, preparing to accept this somewhat cruel task.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the team surrounding the death knight, and the two of them looked at the place where the sound came from in shock.
I saw that the Great Royal Sword in Regen's hand was currently lying across Bolvar's neck, and the Duke just stared at him expressionlessly and did not take any action. The soldiers next to him looked at each other, not knowing how to persuade this man to leave.
two big shots
"Legen, stop it!" Varian was furious and jumped over a hundred yards. The powerful force actually shook the ground in front of the two of them to cracks. "The sword I gave you,
Is this how you use it to point at your comrades?"
Faced with Varian's angry questioning, Regan showed no shame on his face. He put away his sword and said calmly: "Your Majesty, Duke Bolvar is determined to kill this young man. The ministers have tried to persuade him to no avail, so he came out as a last resort.
If there is anything wrong with this policy, Lei Gen will be punished."
"Kristen, do you know what the identity of that boy is now?" Before Varian could answer, Bolvar looked at Regan coldly and said, "A death knight, the Lich King's most trusted servant and the best thug.
Are you planning to let this young man who has lost himself return to northern Xinjiang and become a loyal lackey of Alsace?"
Regen shook his head: "He is just an innocent victim. As for whether this child has lost himself or not, it is not something you or I can decide. Anyway, I will never let you kill him."
"Your Majesty, spare this child!" Sophie and Jaina also rushed over, and the elf said unbearably, "I saw this young man yesterday. I heard that he just joined the army this year, and he is the only son in the family."
Varian sighed, shook his head and said: "Two ladies, this is not a question of whether I forgive or not, but the death knight itself represents the power of evil. Even if we let him go, this boy will not escape becoming a lich.
The fate of the king's minions"
"Your Majesty, if I can convince him to join the alliance, can I spare this innocent boy's life?" Regan asked in a deep voice.
"Do you think this is possible?" Bolvar sarcastically said, "This is much more difficult than convincing an orc to join the alliance."
"How do you know if you haven't tried?" Sophie retorted angrily, "The Duke wants to put a child to death so much. This kind of behavior really makes it impossible to believe that you are a noble paladin."
Bolvar snorted coldly, turned his head and said nothing.
Varian pondered for a moment and showed a helpless smile: "I hope he can turn around."
Regan nodded and waved the guards to retreat.
——He took two steps towards the boy, "Sam Hanks?" Regan asked tentatively. However, the black-armored knight responded with silence.
"I think you should recognize me, kid," Ragen moved a few more yards forward. He could almost smell the disgusting rotten smell on Sam's body.
"I am Christine Regan, your commander before death," he held back his discomfort and stretched out his hand, "Return to the team now, Private Sam."
The boy's dull eyes moved, as if he had just woken up from a long-standing nightmare.
"While alive..." Two harsh syllables came out of Sam's mouth, as harsh as a dull knife scraping glass, "Am I dead?"
Regen looked at the confused young man unbearably. He stretched out his hand to hold Sam's pale palm, but what he answered was the rune sword in the young man's hand.
"Don't... come here," Sam subconsciously took two steps back and began to speak fluently, "There is a person who has been talking in my ear... He asked me to kill you and the people behind you. He said you
All…damn”
Regan signaled everyone to step back, he opened his arms and said loudly: "We have no ill intentions, kid, you can't listen to that man, he is a heinous villain!"
"No, he said he was my...father," Sam's eyes became confused again, "But I remember I seem to have a father...and I also have a...family?"
"Yes, remember quickly, that is your real relative!" Regan was so happy that he ignored the rune sword in front of him and tried to get close to Sam again.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred - "Hand of Ice!" A cold shock wave erupted from the young man's palm, severely hitting Regen's abdomen, and dozens of people flew backwards amid the exclamations of everyone.
away from the yard
"Ragen!" Sophie and Jaina screamed at the same time. Arcane arrows and exploding fireballs were shot at Sam. Varian and Bolvar's reactions were even faster, and only two afterimages were seen carrying Tarzan.
The force pounced on the boy, and people could almost see Sam's miserable body.
"Stop!" Just when the boy was about to be torn apart by the blades, a golden figure like a mountain stood in front of him, "Holy Shield, gods retreat!" Reigen, who still had a trace of blood on his mouth, blocked it.
The crowd's angry attack
"Ragen, what are you doing?" Varian, who sheathed his sword and retreated, shouted angrily, "That kid almost killed you! He has completely lost his mind!"
"I know, Your Majesty," Regan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and made a reassuring gesture to the two worried women next to him, "because at that moment, I saw hatred and loneliness in his eyes.
"
The paladin turned around and grasped the trembling rune sword with his palm. "You are afraid, Death Knight," Regan said calmly, not caring that the sharp blade cut his palm with blood. "You temporarily occupy
He took away his soul with so-called hatred and anger. But you also know that you can't suppress the real Sam."
"He has his own family and parents, and he also has friends he cares about," Regan stared closely at Sam's white eyes, "What can you give him? Only the dirty power full of hatred and hatred! He still has
Missing his relatives and friends, he does not want to leave this world of the living!!"
Sam's body twitched like a swing, and two different wills were fighting for each other in his mind, which made the boy's pale cheeks seem to be painted with a layer of white paint.
"Now, get out of his body! You filthy guy!" Regen's fingertips condensed a dazzling golden light, which was deeply imprinted into Sam's head, "Holy Light. Exorcism!"
Only a heart-rending scream was heard, and Sam seemed to have a layer of skin peeled off alive. Several stinky black smoke overflowed from his head and decomposed into fly ash under the illumination of the holy light.
Regan helped the shaky Sam, and the young man opened his eyes weakly, with a dry smile on his pale face: "Thank you, sir..."
"Stop talking, little Sam, what you need now is to rest," Regan raised his hand and called to the two soldiers, "carry him back to the camp, we still have things to do next."
However, the two soldiers looked at each other and said hesitantly: "Sorry, Your Excellency Baron, he is a...death knight."
Regan clearly saw Sam's eyes darken, and his pale face was filled with despair. Just when he was at a loss, a thick voice relieved his worries.
"I'll do it," Varian said, taking Sam in the soldier's frightened eyes, and smiled at the boy, "You will be the alliance's first death knight, kid."
"Your Majesty!" Regan looked at Varian in surprise, who nodded to him with a smile, "We have no reason to reject a warrior who abandons evil. It is the love of family and friends that makes him return to the world of the living, even if
At this moment he appears in the face of the dead.”
The Storm King raised Sam's pale arms and shouted loudly to all the soldiers: "Fighters! We are here to witness a miracle today! The Lich King's agents and servants got rid of his whispers and returned under the inspiration of humanity.
It’s by our side! This means that the king of the undead is not invincible! As long as we have the strength to stick to ourselves and something worth protecting in our hearts, we will surely be able to inspire more lost people!”
The soldiers of Stormwind City cheered loudly, excited for the return of their comrades.
Varian patted the young man's head gently: "Little Sam, your strength comes from the darkness, but I hope you can remember that there are countless brave men in the alliance who work in the darkness, and the strength of the brave men who serve the light is not important, but
Guiding the direction of this power is what you must grasp.”
"Thank you, Your Majesty..." The reborn boy sobbed with emotion, but there would be no more tears in his dry eye sockets.
"Little Sam, why are you crying! You should laugh! Laugh out loud!" the familiar veteran shouted harshly, scrambling to hug the resurrected Pao Ze, although he was a little cautious, probably for fear of crushing his fragile body.
bone
"Thank you, my friends..."
A ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on the death knight's pale smiling face