Azeroth Trail of Light

Because Falbanks was about to break his back, he was the last one to leave the battlefield surrounded by the undead. When his whole body was covered with wounds, this old Mograine loyal servant couldn't help but look back. I glanced at the battlefield and saw that scene in the end.

It was a scene that made him live in the torment of pain and despair all his life.

Renault Mograine, this young man who has quickly grown into a model of a Paladin in these two years, is behind the old Mograine, the Ashbringer, and from the defenseless back of the old knight. The sword of the Grand Crusader in the hall pierced the old knight, that is, his father's heart viciously.

This fatal blow! Fierce and vicious!

This was almost a scene that Falbanks had never seen even in the most desperate dream.

Father killing!

Renault, bastard, he committed this terrible crime!

Falbanks felt that his whole body was full of anger. He wanted to rush back now and kill Renault’s **** who should go to **** by himself, but he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t fight the undead in front of him. He knew if Old Mograine's death here would cause much shock to northern Xinjiang, and he couldn't watch this scene happen.

So Falbanks almost crushed his teeth, slapped his whip frantically, and rushed towards the military camp in Andorhal. He must pass the news back! must!

Renault! He must die!

On the battlefield, Dathrohan and Kurtaz watched this scene of family fratricide without any fluctuations. Although Mograine was a real epic hero, he suffered such a fatal injury. He was in a short period of time. , There is no threat anymore.

The pain of the heart came from his heart. Old Mograine looked at the long sword pierced from his chest in shock. He felt the strength of his whole body disappear rapidly. He was breathing heavily, and his body fell to the ground before his eyes. The light is shining fast.

With the Ashbringer squeezing his body, the holy light in the old Mograine's body was beating rapidly, but the long sword was not drawn out, even the holy light could not heal the wound.

Renault released the hilt of the sword and took two steps back. He seemed a little confused. He looked at his hands and the blood stained on them, then looked at the old Mograine who was half kneeling on the ground, breathing in pain, as if Can't believe I did such a thing.

But soon, his eyes became firm, and a wild smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

"Child...cough cough... why are you doing this!"

The old Mograine opened his mouth and spewed hot blood. His power was losing rapidly. I don't know if it was an illusion. The old knight felt the coldness of his whole body. He turned his head back hard and looked at Renault. , For the first time he felt that his own child, this child who had lost his way, had become so strange.

"You are not Renault...you are the dreadlord, are you! Give me back my child!"

Lenovo arrived at Sohan, and the old knight’s heart was filled with hope again. He struggled with the holy blade to rush up, but he staggered, but was knocked down by Renault, and even the Ashbringer was also by Renault. Grab it.

"Ah, look at this sword! What a beautiful sword!"

A shadowy voice appeared in the darkness behind Renault. Barnazar, the dreadlord who used to pretend to be Dathrohan who swaggered the city in the hands of Silver, grabbed its chin with its own claws and looked towards lying. The old knight on the ground,

"I'm disappointed, Paladin, I don't have any control over your child. Look, he can still use the Holy Light, he is normal!"

The dreadlord looked at the desperate expression on Old Mograine's face. This expression made it very enjoyable, and it lowered his voice.

"I just caused the darkness in his heart quietly, my God, I can't imagine that a righteous paladin's heart is dark to that extent! Do you know? Mograine, he didn't have it because of me He has always wanted to kill you for the idea of ​​father-killing! Especially if you take that girl away from him! Hahaha, look, stupid love makes people blind and crazy!"

"Renault, my son! Tell me, tell me, it's not true!"

The old Mograine is now like a dying old man. He stretched out his hand to Renault with difficulty. After losing the comfort of the Holy Light, Renault found for the first time that his father's face was already full of wrinkles. The palm, full of power, also became weak.

"Whitemane...no, not only Whitemane, but also Dalyan. His glory, everything about him, should belong to me! It's all mine!"

Renault suddenly realized that his father, that mountain-like shadow was about to dissipate, and that he had broken the shadow, and he suddenly felt relieved.

"I have been better than him since I was a child. I am the eldest son of the Mograine family. I should be stronger than him! Look at him, he is valued by a mud-legged paladin, and I am happy that he should have fallen into the mud. , But he got the weapon, the artifact again? Right? You think I don’t know? No! I know exactly! That artifact made him, look! How unfair this world is! That should be me of!"

Renault waved his hands frantically and yelled,

"I am the hope of the Mograine family. I have never been Dalyan. Do you think I don't know? You expelled Dalyan from the family to protect him! You sent him to the safe place of Theramore, but But you left me in this dangerous place. I persisted. You don’t know. During that time, the gentle Whitemane was my only support! Even after being humiliated by the so-called Dalyan, she did not leave. I, she is the light in my life! But you! You! You took her away from me!"

"You made Whitemane a nun! You sent her to another continent! Hell! You took everything from me! Where were you when I was humiliated by Dalyan? When I was surrounded by the dead, you Where is it? You are not a good father! Mograine, you have never been!"

"I even envy Dalyan, he can ask your shadow to live freely! Every day with you makes me feel depressed! Do you know?"

When Renault talked about the excitement, he even stepped forward and kicked his father over with a kick, but he seemed to have kicked a hot iron plate, and he took two steps back in shock, and then he held the extinguished one. The Ashbringer, his eyes were full of contented expressions.

"Look, I also have an artifact! This is what I deserve. I am destined to be better than Dalyan! I see my future! Hahahaha, father, go to death with peace of mind, I will inherit the Ashbringer Name!"

Dathrohan looked at this scene indifferently, seeing Renault's ugliness, and a mocking smile appeared on his thin and cold face.

"Sad scum... so disgusting."

After speaking, Dathrohan took his epee on his back, turned and left the battlefield where the dust had settled. Kurtaz directly slobbed at the ground, then turned and rode on the death horse, moving towards the battlefield. Resfa drove away in the direction of Resfa.

Even after being transformed into an undead, this dwarf is still very character.

Barnazzar did not leave. The dreadlord who had re-selected his camp watched the confrontation between Renault and Mograine with a good-looking attitude. As a guy who is good at seducing people, this kind of scene is simply for him. More exciting than the best drama, he can even feel the joy that comes from his soul.

But a few minutes later, Banazar also lost interest. Watching a young man bully an old man who has lost his strength, and the old man's heart is ashamed, which makes him unable to take any interest at all.

"Enough, enough! Kill him, Renault! Don't forget that you promised the Lich. We have many ways to make you better than dead, you know."

The dreadlord flicked his fingers at Renault. The gesture made Renault a little scared, but the Paladin squeezed the Ashbringer in his hand and took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up, then he approached and lay on the ground. Mograine, angry as a gossamer.

"Father, go to death without worry! I will get everything back to me, everything that belongs to me!"

Renault raised the dim holy blade, turned his head, and the blade in his hand slashed down.

But at this moment, Banazar suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. In the dark sky, a red light was rapidly expanding.

The dreadlord's face changed drastically, and he quickly turned into a bat and disappeared in place. Before Renault could react, the wind pressure and the blade of the blood-colored giantsword brushed his chest.

The same scene changed again. Renault, who had just gained the upper hand, was like a puppet covered with blood, and was smashed out by this crazy wild blow.

The Ashbringer slipped from his hand and was firmly held by a steel-clad armour just before it fell to the ground.

The surrounding undead were also cut into fragments in the sudden light and sword shadows. When Renault was holding the shocking wound on his chest and stood up from the ground with difficulty, he saw the dying old man. Mograine carried the figure behind his back, the figure that made him gritted his teeth and hated him for two full years.

Dalyan!

Bastard!

Renault looked at Dalyan, and Dalyan also looked at him. One was hated and the other was indifferent. Dalyan's eyes pierced by the sword looked at his brother, as if he was looking at a stinking trash.

"I will kill you with my own hands, Renault, but not now! Wait in despair. In the name of Mograine, you are dead, I swear!"

Dalyan raised his head and looked to the sky. Two griffins flapped their wings in the dark low air. Taelan had already thrown the rope down. Dalyan quickly tied it to Mograine's body, but it was on him. When he wanted to leave by the rope, a hazy voice sounded behind him.

"No, no, no, soldier, I can't let you take him away like that! That's something the big guys ordered, you shouldn't take it away!"

Along with the sound, there were two fierce bone claws that broke the wind. The angry blade in Dalyan's hand stood behind him and fought with the bone claws, making a steel-like crash.

"Taelan! Take the big knight first! Quick!"

Dalyan’s shout made Taelan Foding, who was in control of the Griffin, refreshed. He quickly tightened the cowhide rope in his hand and stroked the dying old Mograine on the Griffin. This young The knight looked back at the sky at the time, and the dense black shadows had completely filled the sky.

That's a gargoyle! There are even frost dragons!

Damn, I can't withdraw it!

Taelan gritted her teeth and glanced down. Dalyan was already entangled by the Dreadlord. The gargoyle was fast, and if he didn't leave, it would be too late!

"Go! Taelan, don't worry about me, go!"

Dalyan yelled to the sky while fighting the Dreadlord. Taelan looked back again and glanced at the gargoyle getting closer and closer in the sky. He had to control the Griffin and flew towards Tirisfal.

But how could the Dreadlord let Taelan leave so easily?

He gave up the fight with Dalyan and turned his whole body into a bat, flying in all directions, as long as it gathers and forms again, it can appear next to the griffin.

But when the bats flew up, what came oncoming was a storm of blades that had danced into a **** gust of wind, and almost all the bats were enveloped in it.

Dalyan’s cold face was looming in the storm,

"I know how to deal with you! Demons! In Mount Hyjal, I killed too many demons. Do you think you won't be retribution for hurting my relatives wantonly?"

"Scum! Your retribution is coming!"

(Thank you brothers in the docks, you die for your confidant! Thank you!)