"No! I can't forgive you! If you die now! I will never forgive you!"
Xue Hua roared fiercely in his heart. He tried to break free from the shackles on his body, but he couldn't do it no matter what.
"You old bastard! I haven't settled the debt with you for helping Tarasha cheat me! How could you die like this! If you want me to forgive you, just stay alive!"
I saved your life, and you can die only after I allow you to die! You are the last legendary mage of the Horadrim! How could you die in such a ghost place like this!!"
"What will happen to the Horadrim inheritance when you die? Can you bear to watch the knowledge and spirit left by your teachers and brothers and sisters dissipate like this?
So listen to me! Just wait there for me! Before I come over! If you don’t! Give! Me! Die!!”
He almost tried his best to pull the old man back from the border of the Realm of the Dead, and he knew that Kane could definitely hear the wild cries in his heart.
And it turns out that Kane can indeed hear...
"I...I'm sorry about my friend..." Kane's voice answered, full of guilt and reluctance.
"But I'm afraid I can't agree to your request..."
"This old guy like me should have died a long time ago. Magda at least said one thing rightly. Only when we, the old, weak, sick and disabled, who have been abandoned by history, can no longer play, can the next batch of seedlings truly born on the road to transcendence be safe."
growing up......"
"Fuck your mother-in-law! Do you believe what that temptress said? What if you die? What will Aman do? Let me tell you, lie to me to help that little girl get the suit. You and Ta
Rasha has such a big share, if you die, labor and management will not recognize this deal! Let that old Bu Xiu go and fish for his treasures in the Twin Seas!"
"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe cough..." Kane laughed and coughed, until he could catch his breath for a while, he sighed softly again and said, "Xue, I'm old and tired...let me rest,
The next world should belong to you young people..."
Kane's tired voice echoed in Xue Hua's ears, and there was a hint of hoarseness in the words, which made him fall silent...
He didn't know what other reasons he could use to retain this old man who had made a lifelong contribution to the human world. It seemed that any words he said were empty and superfluous in front of this respected old man.
In the original third-generation Diablo game, Deckard Kane, an important game NPC character, also died at the hands of Magda, but Xue Hua didn't know what kind of mood the Kane in that world had when he left.
.
Is it regret? Or worry?
In any case, this scene is like a debt from the past life, spreading from the game world to this real world, making Deckard Cain in this world bear the same fate.
Everyone will die eventually, and it may be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai.
This sentence, which in Xue Hua's original world had been changed by major joke makers on the Internet, once again appeared in his heart at this moment, but at this moment, these short sentences seemed so heavy, weighing on Xue Hua's heart
, making him almost breathless.
"Xue...you know? I can leave with peace of mind and relieve myself of this burden simply because you are still here in this world..."
But I know, I have always known, that you are not completely satisfied with this world.
All this time, you have been away from this world like a passerby. Only family and friendship can bring you closer.
I don’t know what caused your mentality, and I don’t want to explore it, but I sincerely beg you, beg you to be the protector of this world... protect your lover, protect your family, protect
Be good to your friends and protect...everyone you want to protect..."
"This is my last hope and request..."
"Also, please forgive me for leaving irresponsibly..."
Kane's whispers gradually became inaudible, and the shackles on Xue Hua's body were completely untied. The silver light around him still shone, but it began to slowly fade away, just like his thin but tenacious back, which gradually disappeared.
In the twilight before dawn...
...
Silvery white light shone on King's Harbor, and this sacred and dazzling light lasted for nearly ten minutes before slowly dissipating.
In the palace, Anthony and the legendary mage of the True God Cult have been severely injured to the point of dying in the last light that broke out at the cost of Kane's life. Outside the palace, most of the snake demons, demons and True God Cult believers in the aristocratic area are also in the silver light.
It turned into powder.
After the glory came to an end, there was finally less terror and madness in the messy streets of the aristocratic district. The remaining people walked out of their respective shelters, wearing shining silver armor, holding swords and shields in their hands, with a burning fire in their hearts.
Revengeful fury and boundless courage.
In the large square in front of the palace, Marcy Frank was half-kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at the empty altar of fertility. Kane's figure had disappeared. The only thing left on the altar was the long wooden staff that he never left behind.
...
A handful of gunpowder smoke rose from everywhere outside the square, and the crackling and burning building debris was still spitting fire snakes in all directions. The broken tables and chairs scattered on the long street and the blood flowing all over the ground indicated that this was not over yet. Demons and cultists were going crazy.
The atrocities continued in Port King.
But at this moment, the emotions in people's hearts are completely different from just now. Kane's self-sacrifice not only ushered in a breather for the people of King's Harbor, but also ignited the fire of resistance that had been hidden in their hearts for many years!
"Kill! Drive these cultists and demons stained with the blood of our relatives out of our city!"
Not only did someone yell like this, but the people in the entire square who had been fleeing for their lives suddenly burst out with the same roar!
Today, King's Harbor, which was originally stable and prosperous but still in a corner, experienced a bloody disaster. Countless innocent people were massacred and countless parents, brothers and sisters lost their loved ones.
After experiencing panic, turmoil, torture and fear, Kane's self-sacrifice and the glorious last light finally made the people of King's Harbor in the greenhouse wake up.
The world they live in is not safe. Their warm and comfortable residences and hot and delicious food were all fought for by the frontline warriors from the mouths of the demons with their swords and blood!
Perhaps only a cold disaster can destroy the decayed order that has long been solidified, just like surgical removal of corrupted necrotic tissue. Only by smashing everything first can new seedlings thrive on the ruins!
Marcy Frank slowly stood up from the blood-stained marble ground. He once again took a deep look at the long wooden staff leaning against the railing on the altar, and then fiercely raised the saber in his hand!
"Brothers and sisters! The wise man pointed out the way for us with his own life, and we must not let down his sacrifice!
All those who can still raise weapons! Please pull out your swords! For the homeland where our ancestors have lived for generations! For those friends and relatives who have passed away! For King's Harbor! For Deckard Cain!"
