In the silence of the King's Hall, Alsace grabbed the crown off his head. He stood up, looked at his old father, and said in a deep voice:
"Guardians! Take King Terenas and my sister and leave here with me! My father's rule is not over yet, and all of Lordaeron needs you!"
The royal guards looked at the prince and then at the old king. They didn't know what to do, or even whose orders to obey. Jaina took a step forward and took the excited Arthas' arm, but faced with
Despite his son's shouting, the old king remained very calm. He looked at his son as if he wanted to carve this image into his mind.
"Put on your crown!"
King Terenas made a low voice and looked at Arthas:
"I say, put it on!"
The old king was like a dying lion at this moment, with an awe-inspiring aura rippling around his body, and he said loudly:
"A king should not abandon his own country. I have decided to live and die with the city of Lordaeron, but the inheritance of Menethil must be maintained. Compared with my choice, my son, the mission you bear is heavier.
There are still tens of thousands of people in this city who cannot be transferred, you have to take them out of here!"
"Go to Kalimdor, on that strange land, and rebuild Lordaeron!"
"But you, you are the one who should lead them! Not me!"
Arthas retorted with difficulty:
"I...I'm not ready yet! I can't watch my father put his fate in hell. I can't watch you leave, here! In the hands of those undead."
"Yes, Your Majesty Terenas, please do not leave this difficult choice to Arthas."
As an outsider, Jaina shouldn't have spoken in this situation, but her father's death and the country's trauma made Jaina couldn't help but say:
"Alsace needs your help, instead of throwing a heavy mission to him and choosing to leave... Your Majesty! You can't be so willful!"
Facing Arthas and Jaina's persuasion, the old king smiled freely. He took a few steps forward and sat on the throne in the King's Hall. At this moment, the king's dignity that had been maintained for decades was destroyed.
Throwing it aside, the old king seemed to have completely given up everything. Those plots, those tricks, those not-so-bright actions taken to make Lordaeron continue to grow, all of them were thrown away by him.
He stretched out his body on the throne like an ordinary old man. How long had it been since he had been so relaxed?
"I am already very old. Arthas, Jaina, and my daughter Calia, all of my contemporaries have withered away. Lothar is still struggling to support this empire. He is not qualified.
The ruler is always motivated by his own whims, always disdainful of using the power in his hands, and has an idealist behavior. I once thought that all his efforts were in vain, but..."
The old king breathed a sigh of relief and put the crown on his head aside. He moved his neck and muttered in a low voice:
"Oh my god, this thing is so heavy..."
He raised his head and looked at his son, daughter and the future queen of this country. He closed his eyes and whispered:
"But it turned out that I was wrong. Lothar may not have taken the right path, but I...I am also walking on the track of the previous era. My son, you have to remember that a new era has come.
, the future destiny of this country is in your hands, I have fulfilled my duties as a king all my life, now... let me escape once."
"Let my old bones die in the flames that burn away the old era. As the end of my era, Alsace, you said you were not ready, but my son, fate, it will not give
You have too much time to prepare. It will push you into the future. It will teach you to become a king. I believe that you will be better than me. In the future era, the glory that belongs to Menethil will continue.
Floating in the sky of this world.”
The old king smiled, his eyes were bright red, as if saying goodbye, he waved to his children:
"Go and do great things...I will pray for you in another world. Now, let me retain the last bit of dignity."
"Go, tell Lothar, tell everyone in Lordaeron... Terenas died, died in his palace, not as a king, but as a warrior..."
"Father!"
Alsace clenched his fists. He took a step forward and wanted to say something, but bursts of explosions came from outside the palace. Obviously, the intruder had invaded here. The guards drew their swords and Ji
Anna gritted her teeth and grabbed the arm of her beloved. Her other hand grabbed Princess Calia's wrist. The princess was already sobbing.
She could feel Arthas' struggle, but the moment Jaina raised her head, she saw the encouragement and instructions in the old king's eyes, silent instructions.
She nodded to the old king, the light of teleportation lit up at this moment, and Alsace's roar also sounded at the same time:
"Let me go! Jaina! I say! Let me go..."
"Shua"
The three people disappeared into the hall. The old king shook his head and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand and with difficulty grabbed the long sword beside the throne and held it in front of him. He even raised it
The sword's power is gone.
The guards were holding shields in front of the king. On the road in front of them, a tall figure grabbed two unconscious young orcs and was walking towards the king's hall step by step. Behind him, the ghost siren looked like something from a nightmare.
Like an evil spirit, he waved his trident and killed those who blocked the road one by one.
"哐"
During the burst of Saurfang's icy breath, heavy frost quickly condensed in the outer palace of the King's Hall, and then the moment the Death Lord raised his foot and kicked the door, half of the palace wall collapsed with it.
Dust flew everywhere, and at the moment when the light of dusk shone into the palace, the loyal guards roared and rushed towards the enemy they could not fight against. The energy of death surged underground, and those guards had not even rushed to Sasha.
Around Rufar, the harsh frost froze it into a running sculpture.
The Death Lord strolled past the sculptures. Finally, he stood in the center of the King's Hall. In front of him, the old King Terenas Menethil II was sitting on the throne, holding a long sword in both hands and using a sword.
He looked at his mourner with a calm gaze.
"I thought Tyrion would come in person."
King Terenas looked at Saurfang and the two unconscious orcs he was holding, and he said disdainfully:
"It turned out that he was just a coward."
This provocation did not make Saurfang angry. The Death Lord just looked at the old king calmly in front of him. He saw no fear in those cloudy eyes, only the courage to risk his death.
"His Majesty did not come in person, but he asked me to bring you a message, Terenas..."
"Oh, what did he say?"
The old king asked softly:
"Is he trying to intimidate me? Intimidate an old man who has lost all fear?"
"No! His Majesty said..."
Saurfang let go of his hands, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Garrosh and Dranosh, who had been knocked into a coma, were thrown aside. Saurfang stepped forward slowly, and he stretched out his left hand, a wisp of pale ice.
It quickly expanded in his hand and eventually became a sharp sword. He looked at King Terenas in front of him and said softly:
"The pain and tragedy of Alsace will be borne by you... In exchange, your son will become a great man in the next era."
This sentence made the old king's eyes widen. After a moment, he let out a hoarse laugh:
"Hahaha, this tone is so arrogant...Who does he think he is? He thinks he can dominate everything?"
Saurfang shook his head. He stretched out his hand and fixed the old king on the throne. At this moment, the long sword in his left hand was handed forward and pierced his heart accurately. Menethil II's eyes appeared
When he was in pain, Lord Death said in his ear:
"Your Majesty's words are destiny..."
"If fate does not obey, if fate refuses to change... then we will modify it until it obeys His Majesty's will... Finally, welcome to the Dark Blade, Terenas Menethil!"
The old king could no longer refute, and the light in his eyes dissipated little by little. At the moment when the dark curtain enveloped his vision, he saw, behind the Death Lord, the city that seemed to be burning, the invisible flame,
Fleeing into the sky, that black...that indifferent future withers like ashes on the earth, using its last remaining heat to warm the future that will eventually revive.
Everything is ashes; everything is about to be reborn.
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"I knew that the Human Empire was not willing to accept its end so honestly. I knew that they would definitely try their best to survive!"
On the outskirts of the southernmost city of Gilneas, behind the Bone Dragon "Queen", Luminas, the Death Lord wearing slender black armor, looked at the city in front of her indifferently, her long fiery red hair flying in the wind.
Behind her are her airborne guards, and on the ground below her are groups of werewolves controlled by rage.
Yes, this is not the main battlefield of Dark Blade. There is no battle group here that can destroy all cities. What is here are just groups of werewolves and groups of humanoid beasts. It is difficult to control and obey orders. It is not good at all.
Soldiers, especially those who have just been transformed into werewolves, rarely follow anyone's instructions.
Luminas doesn't like these overly "free" beasts. If possible, she would prefer that the elite warriors under her command are the elite warriors of the Hellfire Chapter. I heard that her Chapter was the first to complete the change of uniforms, but because of that
The battle group he had built by himself has now fallen into the hands of Danaus Trollbane.
Every time she thought of this incident, Luminas would itch with hatred, but what could be done? Who made her bold enough to participate in Nasa's "suicide operation"? Really, at the beginning, she thought that
Just a joke...
She was a victim, a victim used by Tyrion to purge the mountain forces inside the Dark Blade. Luminas knew this very well, but she did not dare to disobey Tyrion's will. She knew very well what her leader was hiding in his heart.
What kind of cold darkness is there, once he is really angered, it may not be as simple as losing his position.
The undead are all a group of lunatics, and as a member of the undead, no one knows this better than Luminas.
"It's just a small city that couldn't be captured in one day. How weak must these werewolves be!"
Luminas gritted her teeth and watched the beast-like werewolves rush up to the city wall, and then were driven back by the local soldiers and high elf mages. Without discipline and wisdom, she finally wanted to break through Gilneas.
In this city, relying solely on these werewolves... would be a bit unrealistic.
"I'm done!"
The Death Lord stretched out her hands and grasped the two black rune swords at her waist. She glanced back at her guards and shook her hair:
"Let us put an end to this disgusting situation! No one of those civilians can escape!"
"Shua"
In Luminas' cold will, the huge bone dragon descended from the sky, roaring and spraying its cold breath on the wall of Twilight Harbor in front of her. Dozens of Gilnean soldiers and several high elf battle mages were frozen in the breath.
In the meantime, they are not dead yet, but they are dying.
Luminas's slender figure accurately fell into the ice. She waved the black rune swords in her hands. Two cold and cruel sickles made of death energy hovered in her hands and whizzed past.
In the meantime, all the surrounding ice blocks were chopped into ice shards flying in the sky, and together with the lives wrapped in them, they were sent into the deathly cold hell.
After this brutal and terrifying attack ended, this section of the city wall was cleared, and the death knights following Luminas jumped onto the city wall one after another and began killing with astonishing efficiency.
The gap between the regular army and the Chaos was so obvious. Less than 10 minutes after Luminas rushed into the battlefield, the first gate of Dusk Port fell, but before rushing towards the city protected by the second city wall,
At that time, the Death Lord saw a very familiar figure among the group of high elf spellbreakers who were waiting for him.
"Miss Lanasel... you're fine!"
Luminas's blood-red eyes were dancing with a light called hatred. Her figure was like a rising and falling swallow. Between two jumps on the ground, she waved her long sword with extremely thick frost and struck fiercely.
He slammed hard into the neck of Lannathel, who was leading the Spellbreakers to resist the werewolf craze.
The Death Lord had already seen the scene where Lannathel was decapitated with one blow. She was a mage. She was dead after being hit by such a surprise attack from the Death Knight!
But this seemingly certain illusion ended with a low sound of blades clashing.
In front of Luminas, the Sun King's personal attendant, the former Archmage Lannasel, looked at the raider with a calm look. Luminas's swords were accurately blocked in front of her eyes, and in front of her,
In Lana'thel's hand, the silver-colored ancient dragon-forged blade decorated with dragon claws exudes huge energy fluctuations. The symbol of Quel'Thalas' power, the holy sword Quel'Delar is emitting waves of low humming.
Obviously, this holy sword has a new owner, and now it is fighting to protect the new owner.
"Luminas Yanghen, I'm sorry for everything I did to you...I was too pampered and childish at that time."
Lannathel looked at the crazy Death Lord in front of her and sighed in a very mature manner:
"I made a mistake, and that mistake sent you into the most terrifying and dark hell. I'm sorry, but now... I have to protect the last civilians of the Human Empire from evacuating. This is my mission, so.
..Come on, Luminas.”
"Shua"
The silver ancient holy sword made a buzzing sound, and turned into a silver sharp blade while trembling. Lannathel moved her shoulders and looked at the Death Lord who was full of murderous intent in front of her. She put the holy sword in front of her eyes,
The figure was strangely divided into three parts, and she whispered:
"Let me apologize with my sword...if you understand..."
