"Dad, you're back!" Fourteen-year-old Darien threw down his book and jumped out of the room happily.
"Oh, my good son," Alessandro Mograine smiled and opened his arms, holding Darien tightly in his arms. "He has become a lot stronger. He really deserves to be Mograine."
The man of the family!”
Darien hugged his father happily and said as if he had discovered a treasure: "I defeated Marde in the swordsmanship competition yesterday. The teacher praised me in front of everyone. It's a pity that you didn't see it."
"Haha, there will be more opportunities in the future, my good boy!" Mograine touched Darien's little head, "This time Lord Uther gave me a half-month vacation, so I can spend time with you.
With your mother!"
"Great, Dad!" Darien cheered
"Of course, my child," Mograine looked at his youngest son lovingly. Since his eldest son Renault joined the Preparatory Knights, the family has been together less and more apart. And he has always been very strict with his eldest son. There is no relationship between father and son.
Their relationship was not very harmonious, so the old lord could only compensate Darien for the fatherly love he owed to Renault.
"Nothing can make me leave here, my home and my lovely child." Mograine put Darien down and said with a smile, then turned around and picked up the Ashbringer on the horse.
"Oh, Dad, actually I think I'm old enough to go on the battlefield," Darien looked at the legendary sword in his father's hand with envy, "I want to fight natural disasters with you, instead of sitting around doing nothing in school."
"Unfortunately, I cannot agree to this request, Darion," Mograine shook his head and said, "You are still too young. At least you have to wait until Renault is the age before I can safely let you go on the battlefield."
"You know, after your mother passed away, I can no longer bear the pain of losing you, even in imagination," Mograine patiently explained to his pouting son.
"I understand, Dad." Although he accepted his father's explanation, Darien still said with some reluctance, "But when I reach the age where I can join the army, I will definitely stay with your army. Even if I die in battle, I will
I want to die with my father!"
Mograine smiled and nodded: "Dad will remember it, my child! One day, you will hold this Ashbringer and use it to uphold justice and justice in this land; I have never doubted that that day will end
The time will come when you will bring pride to our people and Lordaeron will be a better place because of you."
He paused, his gaze seemed to penetrate the mirror, looking at Darien who had become a death knight, "But my dear, that day is not yet now. When you have doubts in the future, don't forget what I said at this moment. You
It is the pride of the Mograine family. Never give up this honor because of difficulties and obstacles..."
The Mirror of Holy Light gradually disappeared with Mograine's words, and Darien sat there in despair.
"I still remember that a year ago you anxiously came to me with the Ashbringer, hoping to transcend the soul of your dead father attached to the sword," Tirion sighed. "I was just guessing at the time. It requires true love and courage."
Liberate your father, but I didn’t expect you to be so decisive and come to the chapel to purify the contaminated Ashbringer with your own blood and death!”
Everyone present let out a low exclamation, unable to believe that this notorious death knight had such a sad past.
"Lord Fordring is right," Maxwell walked over and bowed to Tirion.
"The death knight in front of you is named Darion Mograine. Like you, he was once a noble Paladin of the Silver Dawn, and his father was the commander of the Silver Hand and the Scarlet Crusade.
High Lord Alessandro Mograine"
"It's actually the Ashbringer!" Although most people have already guessed the identities of the two people in the mirror, they are still amazed to see the legendary figure holding the holy weapon with their own eyes.
"Hmph, my son is as depraved as I am, what's there to be proud of?" A sudden voice came from the crowd, and Nathanos the Wither sneered indifferently.
"Sir, Silver Dawn thanks you for your help, but that doesn't mean you can insult these noble navigators arbitrarily," Maxwell frowned, "I think you don't know why Lord Alessandro is lost...
"
"That's enough, Mike," Darian stopped him from continuing, "This is not something worth showing off, just let it turn into soil and rot here with me."
"But…"
Maxwell was about to argue, but was interrupted by a dark and huge energy fluctuation.
——"Why don't you say it, Darien? Can't you satisfy an audience coming from afar?"
A huge rune portal appeared in the center of the field, and a frightening black silhouette slowly walked out of the door. The magic sword on his waist reflected an ominous light in the sunset.
"If you don't know the story clearly, maybe I can add a few words."
"Oh, holy light..."
Almost everyone subconsciously groaned from their throats and looked at the Lord of the Undead who walked out of the door in fear, the enemy of all living things in Azeroth - the Lich King Arthas.
The black Sargon armor was like the robe of the god of death, exuding a suffocating smell. The ice helmet that carried the will of the previous Lich King covered Arthas's face tightly. Only from
Only in the dark blue eyes can one vaguely glimpse the coldness of this Lord of the Undead.
"Alessandro was a powerful warrior, both in life and in death," Arthas said without paying attention to the fearful looks of everyone, "You are not as good as him in this regard, Darien."
"I once had high hopes for you, hoping that you could build a powerful death knight army, but what about now?" The Lich King's deep voice sounded like it came from the Nine Nether Hell, "It's just a bunch of defeated dogs... Since you can't become a natural disaster.
Feng, then make the best use of everything and make it a bait..."
The eyes of the death knights who originally held out hope were filled with despair. How could they have imagined that the Lich King who came all the way here was not the savior, but the guide who sent them on their way!
"Bastard! You betrayed us all, Arthas!"
Darion roared sadly and indignantly, as if he had regained strength because of this anger. With fire burning in his eyes, he violently raised the Ashbringer, "Feel the anger of the Mograine family, bastard!"
"Little tricks..."
The Lich King waved his hand, and the surrounding air condensed instantly. Darien, who jumped high, fully withstood his full blow, and was knocked away far away like a straw.
"Then, it's your turn next," Arthas walked straight towards Tirion without looking at Darien who was languishing on the ground, "My next death knight leader, Lord Fordring..."
"Shameful monster, beg forgiveness from your father and people!"
Tirion raised his war hammer without fear, "I am surrounded by warriors of the Holy Light! But you are alone!"
The Lich King chuckled slightly when he heard this, "But in my opinion, there is no difference..."
"The end is coming!" Dozens of black lights shot out from his fingertips, trapping everyone on the field like a shadow cage.
"What the hell is this!" The angry Roxus slashed hard with his axe, but it could only break into two halves.
"Don't touch it with your body! It's pure shadow energy, it can burn your soul directly to ashes!" Regan loudly stopped him, while using holy energy to impact the cage.
"Let them out, you despicable monster!" Tirion shouted angrily and rushed forward, the war hammer in his hand burning with the golden light of judgment.
Arthas sneered and made a fist with one hand to face Tirion's war hammer.
"Boom", there should have been no suspense about hammer to fist, but what was shattered inch by inch was the war hammer blessed by the Holy Light. The old knight was also seriously injured by the Lich King's punch. He staggered back panting.
"Give up, you foolish people of the Holy Light, and become my servants. Maybe there is still a way to survive."
The Lich King stood with his hands behind his back and said disdainfully, "Even in this land, in front of the chapel that you call the Holy Land, I can still catch you all; the Holy Light is just a narcotic that deceives the weak, and can never become a strong one.
Sharp sword..."
"Shut your stinky mouth, Arthas!" Darien struggled to sit up and threw the Ashbringer in his hand towards Tirion, "Maybe we will all fall into hell one day, but that day will not happen.
It’s today!”
"Use it and chop that bastard into pieces!"
Tirion wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and reached out to catch the fallen legendary sword; when his hand touched the Ashbringer, the holy light in his body jumped for joy, and they seemed to be guided by something and poured out, passing over the sword like clear water.
, the holy artifact contaminated by the resentment of Mograine and his son was instantly purified!
"You are the one who cannot win! Arthas!"
The skull mark on the Ashbringer sword disappeared, replaced by a golden sunrise! The light emitted by this legendary holy weapon gradually turned into reality, wrapping Tirion completely and condensing it into a set of golden armor!
"ambassador of light…"
Some death knights who had experienced the defense of Lordaeron murmured to themselves that they seemed to have returned to their lives, when they were still warriors of the Holy Light fighting for justice, following Saint Uther to fight against the Scourge of the Undead...
"I said you can't win, Arthas," the golden holy crown floated above Tirion's head, and his whole body seemed to be ignited by the holy light, "but now I want to change my words."
Tirion held the Ashbringer tightly with both hands, his silver-white beard and hair dyed golden, and he concentrated all the holy energy in his body on this sword!
"Because you can't return to Northrend! This will be your burial place!" Tirion shouted angrily and struck down with his sword. The dark world seemed to be shaken by this sword, and the mountains in the distance seemed to be shaken.
It also roared in response to the knight's unparalleled slash!
"Don't you think it's too early to say this?!" Arthas took out Frostmourne from his waist. This psychic sword seemed to have sensed the appearance of its old enemy, and he was eager to challenge the Lich King.
“It’s still unclear who will win!”
Arthas raised his sword to meet him, and the two legendary swords collided without any fancy.
"Qiang!" One is made from hundreds of holy light crystals, and the other is made from the soul sacrifice of ten thousand years of black ice. The shock waves they caused crushed all the surrounding trees and rocks, and the shadow cage imprisoning everyone also dissipated.
"Let's go!" Regan grabbed Sophie and Sam and stepped out of the impact range. The black and white knights who had recovered a little strength also stood further away to avoid being inflicted with disaster.
The smoke in the field gradually dissipated, and Tirion and the Lich King still maintained their sword-fighting postures. Countless tiny energy particles flashed around the two of them - any creature that came within a certain distance of them would be strangled indiscriminately.
The orcs who didn't know what was going on were about to step forward to kill the Lich King. Fortunately, Maxwell stopped him and explained the reason to him.
"What should we do now?" Roxas scratched his head anxiously, "Are we just going to keep watching until Lord Fording and that guy die together?"
"I don't know," Maxwell shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Even if Lord Tirion can hold on for a while, he can't defeat the demigod Lich King. After all, the difference in strength is there..."
Regen frowned and said displeasedly: "So what if the demigods were killed? How many demigods were killed in the ancient war? I don't believe that the Lich King is already invincible in the world!"
"Having said that, what can a few of us do alone?" Maxwell sighed, "In front of the top experts, we are always just inferior fish."
"Damn it!" Regen kicked the ball angrily. He knew the gap between himself and Arthas, but when he was frustrated and with Jaina, the female mage murmured the name of the monster in front of her - the man was actually the same as Alsace.
It’s the same with women, once it comes to the one they love, all reason will be forgotten
A delicate little hand quietly slipped into his palm. He raised his head and saw Sophie looking at him with concern. Regan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart: He already has such a good girl by his side, why bother to pursue that unstoppable girl?
Where is the fruit?
"The way to defeat him is in this chapel!" Just as Regan was thinking wildly, Darien's cold voice came from far away. Thassarian helped him stand up slowly, "There are hidden things under your feet.
Arthas fears the most! He abandoned the knights he had worked so hard to build. In addition to luring Tirion here, he also wanted to completely destroy this sacred land!"
"You mean the sacred crypt beneath the chapel?"
"Yes," Darien pushed his subordinate's hand away and walked over, "I committed suicide here a year ago and used my blood and life to purify my father's unclean soul. He should now sleep forever like the souls of other heroes.
In this place of holy light, our chance to defeat Arthas lies with these heroic souls."
"But the problem is how to awaken these sleeping souls? Not to mention that you are all death knights with the power of darkness, my colleagues and I have already exhausted the holy energy, and we cannot use a simple holy light spell." Maxwell
Said dejectedly
"Not necessarily," Darien turned his gaze to Regen, "I think you are not the only paladins here."
"Thank you for your trust, Lord Darien," Regan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he had to step out and introduce himself, "My name is Christian Regan, and I am the Guardian Knight of Stormwind City..."
"Aha, I just said that Lord Fording never has weak soldiers," Maxwell said with a laugh, and patted Regan on the shoulder hard, "Good boy! I heard about your name a few months ago.
I didn’t expect to see him today, he is indeed a heroic boy!”
"Oh? It's actually Baron Christian who killed the black dragon!" Thassarian, who is in charge of intelligence management, was slightly moved. Obviously, the Black Blade Fortress is also always paying attention to the situation on the mainland.
"Everyone, if it weren't for His Majesty Varian and Lord Bolvar's... help, I might have been buried long ago." Regan said bravely, admitting unwarranted achievements like a fly - this is Varian
He had to obey An's strict order.
"In this case, we have greater certainty," Darien's ice-like face finally showed a hint of relief, "Mr. Christian, without further ado, please inject holy energy into the ground now. Let's see.
Let’s see if we can awaken the spirits of these heroes.”
"As you wish, Lord."
Regen stood silent for a moment, concentrated the holy energy in his arms, then half-knelt down and put his palms on the ground.
The holy energy snaked deep into the ground along the gaps in the soil. Regen attached a ray of consciousness to it and observed the situation inside the tomb.