Herod waved the giant ax in his hand and swept down several Forgotten infantrymen who had climbed up the wall. In less than two days, the collapsed wall had changed hands five times, and every time he
Arriving at the most dangerous moment and driving back the swarming undead
In the past few days, the offensive of the Forsaken has become more and more fierce. Many walls on the monastery have been seriously damaged. Although it is not fatal, it is enough for those damn stinky meats to climb up with bare hands. Herod shook his head and took off the
The broken armor on the shoulder was thrown away casually
As the garrison captain of the Scarlet Monastery, he has tried his best: an isolated city in the enemy camp, with more than a thousand exhausted soldiers, can actually keep out the tide of undead in such a declining situation
Even if Renault was still there, I'm afraid he wouldn't do better than himself... Herod smiled to himself and looked back at the cathedral lined with green trees behind the city wall. It was still so peaceful and peaceful, without any evil.
and filth can contaminate this sacred place
"Just like her..." Putting down the battle ax in his hand, Herod thought slightly absentmindedly.
——He still remembers that afternoon in Nanhai Town, when a little beauty like a jasmine flower appeared in his life. Uncle Mograine said that this was his and Renault's new partner, a little girl with a boy's name.
——White Man
What a beautiful girl she was. Two little men fell in love with her almost at the same time. With this ignorant friendship, they guarded their princess together until they both became big boys, two partners.
Finally found that they could no longer hide each other - in order to prevent their friendship from being damaged, Renault made a very gentlemanly suggestion: the two would fight with wooden swords, and the winner would get the right to pursue White, while
The one who loses will have to silently bless him, and he cannot break up with the other two because of this.
The feelings in his youth were always warm and sincere, and Herod readily agreed to Renault. Although he knew that he could never win against his partner who was born into a knight's family, he was willing to bless his friend in this way, and in this slightly awkward situation
From the perspective of the big, dull boy, his friendship with Renault is as precious.
So after a duel without a notary, the two young gentlemen reached their respective goals in a tacit understanding: Renault and White became recognized as a young couple, while Herod gained their friendship - even if he did not win the beauty.
heart, but he was still very happy, because these were the two people the boy who lost his parents cared about most since childhood. He sincerely prayed to the Holy Light, hoping that the lovers could live happily together forever.
Time flies, and the three childhood sweethearts have grown up slowly and joined the Scarlet Crusade along the path of their fathers. However, things did not go as planned. Old Mograine strongly disapproved of Renault and White being together. In his opinion,
A son and an adopted daughter should have the same ties of family members, and becoming lovers was simply treason, so he manipulated the position transfer and transferred Renault far away from the great monastery where White was located, and sent him to the front line of the war against natural disasters - the East.
Plaguelands
Herod still remembered Renault's horrifying look when Uncle Mograine announced the news. He actually jumped on the high platform to make his father pay the price! In the end, other warriors looked at each other.
The father and son who didn't know each other pulled away, so they didn't go shopping on the spot.
However, after this incident, the already unharmonious relationship between Mograine and his son became even worse, so much so that when the old Mograine was killed in Stratholme, some people spread the news that Renault had betrayed his father! Although Hero
D and White did not believe this ridiculous rumor at all, but Renault, who returned to the monastery alone, was very taboo about the matter. Any topic related to his father would make the young commander furious.
Seeing the abnormal behavior of their childhood friends, Herod and White, who were originally unsuspecting, began to worry. They suggested tactfully that it might be better to go to Hearthglen and explain to Grand Inquisitor Ethan Lean, but Raynor angrily refused.
He killed them and ordered the closure of the connection between the monastery and the Crusaders' headquarters, leaving humanity's last stronghold in Tirisfal completely reduced to an isolated city.
Although this move did not help him clear his suspicions, and many subordinates also expressed doubts about the young commander, he still arbitrarily pushed against the opinions of everyone and carried out this unwise measure -
—until the arrival of that special guest a year ago
Herod wiped his face, trying to outline the child's appearance more clearly, so that the nightmare that had been bothering him for a long time could fully appear in his mind.
——It was an ordinary morning. He was leading a few soldiers to patrol the Whispering Garden next to the monastery. This area was famous for being full of accidents, and there were always some desperate Forsaken people and tribal mercenaries here.
Provoke and kill lone Crusaders in exchange for high bounties from the Undercity
Although Herod was not afraid of those sneaky stalkers, he still concentrated on scanning everything around him to prevent any single fish from slipping through the net.
"Stop! This is where the Scarlet Crusaders are stationed. No non-Crusader members are welcome to enter!" The patrol team in the east seemed to have encountered some problem, and several soldiers shouted sternly.
"What happened?" Herod held on to the hilt of his sword and walked over. His subordinates moved out of the way, only to see a young man wearing a silver Dawn shirt staring at him, holding a quilt tightly in his arms.
A broad-bladed sword covered in black cloth
"Report to the captain of the guard that this man from the Silver Dawn wants to see Commander Renault, but the Lord has already given instructions not to allow any humans other than the Crusaders of the Monastery to enter, even those sent by General Abedis!"
The famous subordinate said loudly
"People from Maxwell?" Herod looked at the young man playfully, but felt that he had seen this look somewhere before, "Tell me, little guy, why did your cream lord ask you to come here, and prepare for a painful repentance
Rejoin the Crusaders drama?”
"Shut up! The Silver Dawn is not what you think!" The young man blushed at the ridicule of the crusaders around him and loudly defended his organization, "We are the group that has truly inherited the mantle of the Silver Hand, unlike
You have been carried away by anger, you have abused the power of punishment without restraint, and turned the entire continent into your enemy!"
"Ha! Ridiculous boy! Then let me teach you what the power of punishment is!" Herod pulled out the long sword from its sheath, trying to temporarily silence this young man who slandered the Crusaders.
But before his scabbard touched the opponent's hair, the giant sword in the young man's arms emitted a burst of dazzling light, reflecting his attack back as if it were real.
"Bang!" Herod's sword hilt hit him firmly on the head. The force was so strong that he almost fainted on the spot. Several subordinates hurriedly stepped forward and helped the guard captain who almost fell.
"Hey, boy, you are just asking for trouble!" The other guards drew their weapons with unkind expressions and surrounded the young man.
"Go your way, Darien, and don't pay attention to these idiots!" A deep male voice suddenly came from the giant sword, making everyone stunned. "You can take off the black cloth, the undead have given up.
The only one we have to face in our pursuit is your eldest brother!"
"Darian?!" Herod pushed aside his subordinates, struggled to walk to the young man, and looked seriously at the familiar face. Perhaps just a few years ago, he had hugged this crying boy.
He has the same short mousse hair as Renault, the same brown eyes, and even the ridiculous Hillsbrad accent is exactly the same. He is Renault's only biological brother, the youngest son of the Mograine family - Da
Lean Mograine
"Oh my god, you are actually Darien, I didn't even recognize you!" Herod patted his head regretfully, no wonder he felt that the other person looked so familiar.
"Are you...Brother Herod?" the young man asked uncertainly. After all, they only met more than ten years ago, and their appearance now is very different from that then.
"Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" Herod happily hugged Darien and then patted him hard on the shoulder, "I haven't seen you for so many years. I didn't expect you to grow into a great young man!
But why did you join the Argent Dawn? You must know that your father and brother are the Optimus Primes of the Scarlet Crusade, and you will definitely be our most outstanding commander in the future..."
"Fortunately, he didn't join the Scarlet Crusade!" Before Darien could answer, the black cloth of the giant sword in his hand automatically slipped down, revealing a ferocious skull mark!
"God, this is..." Everyone took a breath of cold air. Although the details were slightly different, the broad blade and unique shape all revealed its powerful name in the continent - Ashbringer.
Since the holder of this sword, the Scarlet Crusade Lord Alexandro Mograine, was killed in battle, this legendary weapon seemed to have disappeared and never appeared in the public eye again. At this time, it
But it appears together with the young son of the great lord, and seems to have a sense of autonomy. How can this not surprise people!
"Excuse me, are you... the sword spirit of the Ashbringer?" A bold soldier asked tentatively, his awe-inspiring eyes were like looking at a god.
"Sword Spirit?" The voice in the sword was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, but the sorrow and anger contained in it was heart-stopping, "It's a pity that I worked so hard for Lordaeron during my lifetime, but no one can recognize their former leader after my death.
!As expected, as Kel'Thuzad said, humans are a bunch of ungrateful bastards, and they are never worth paying for!"
Herod gasped. He finally knew the identity of the man in the sword. It was definitely not a sword spirit, let alone a god, but the great lord of the Scarlet Crusade, Alexandro Mograi.
Ni's soul!
"Please forgive us for our humble existence, Your Excellency!" Herod was afraid of upsetting the great lord's soul, so he quickly knelt on one knee and winked at his subordinates, "We really didn't expect that you could show up in this way...
In front of us, all members of the Scarlet Crusade are sincerely willing to serve you!"
Seemingly feeling that the soldiers around him were at a loss, the old Mograine's resentment subsided slightly: "Okay, we will talk about this later. Now we have more important things to do! Herod, I order
You take Darien to see his brother immediately, I have very important news to tell him!"
"Yes...yes! My dear sir!" Herod replied hesitantly. He felt a little uneasy from the great lord's tone, which vaguely reminded him of a terrible fact, but the loyal captain of the guard tried his best to
This conjecture was driven out of my mind, "Then follow me, Darien..."
——The empty cathedral echoed with the chanting of monks. The neat and deep sound was like clear water, erasing the haze in Renault Mograine's heart. He kissed the Crusader Ring on his hand,
stood up from the prayer platform
"Lord Mograine, Captain Herod is outside the door asking for an audience." Seeing the commander finishing his prayer, a priest reminded him softly.
"Herold, what is he doing here again?" Renault frowned slightly and said unhappily, "As a guard captain, can I leave my post without permission? Go and tell him that I don't want to continue to listen to him and White's preaching.
, we’ll leave everything to tomorrow…”
"No, Renault, there is actually someone else who wants to see you!" The heavy church door was pushed open with a bang, and Darien slowly walked in with the Ashbringer on his back, while Herod followed him uneasily.
"How could it be you?" Renault looked at his brother with disgust and the evil sword on his back, "Get out of here, you traitor who abandoned the Crusaders, with that cursed sword
Leave together with the sword!"
"Hey, Renault, don't be like this. Darien finally came here, are you going to drive him away again?" Herod forced a smile and walked between the two of them, starting to fight for the brothers who had been feuding since childhood.
The place was closed, but the suffocating smell in the air was still strong
"Betrayal..." Darien raised his still immature cheeks and stared at his brother coldly, "You have no right to mention this word, you don't even have the right to use that glorious last name anymore, you... the real betrayer!"
"Wow!"
As if he was struck by lightning, Renault took two steps back in panic and even knocked the prayer stand to the ground.
"You...what nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean!" He held the sword at his waist tightly with both hands, and his stiff facial muscles twitched nervously.
"Don't you understand?" Darien sneered and peeled off the black cloth on the Ashbringer, "Someone will explain it clearly to you, but I hope you won't be so scared that you wet your pants, dear...brother!"
The evil Ashbringer emitted a faint green light, and a shadow gradually appeared in the horrified eyes of everyone. Renault stared at this incredible scene with his mouth shut, and made meaningless moans in his throat.
--"hatred…"
"envy…"
"betray…"
A voice echoed in the Scarlet Cathedral. It sounded from the dead silence. Although it was mixed with distorted tones, the Mograine brothers were still familiar with it.
"I have taught you since you were a child, Renault," the phantom slowly condensed into an entity. Alessandro Mograine's gray beard and hair moved automatically without wind, making it almost unbelievable that he was just a dead soul in the sword at this moment.
"These are taboos for a Paladin, but you still accepted the call of darkness without hesitation... Patricide, as Darien just said, you know best what betrayal is all about.
…”
"Father..." Renault Mograine seemed to have lost all the bones in his body, and he knelt down and begged with tears streaming down his face, "Please forgive me, father, that was not my intention, it was Kel'Thuzad... uh..."
The Ashbringer pierced his heart fiercely, and the bloody commander fell softly with an incredible look in his eyes.
On the other end of the sword hilt is the expressionless old Mograine.