Azeroth’s Death Track

I don't want to be king! Now is not the time!

In the silent king's hall, Alsace grabbed the crown on his head, 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 the whole of Lordaeron needs you!

The guards of the royal family looked at the prince and then at the old king. They didn't know what to do, and they didn't even know whose order to listen to. Jaina took a step forward and grabbed the excited Alsace's arm, but faced The son's cry, but the old king was very calm. He looked at his son, as if he wanted to engrave this image in his mind.

Put on your crown!

King Terenas made a low voice, he looked at Alsace:

I said, put it on!

At this moment, the old king was like a dying lion, with an awe-inspiring aura rippling around his body, he said loudly:

A king should not abandon his own country. I have decided to live and die with Lordaeron, but Menethil's inheritance must be maintained. Compared with my choice, my son, you have a heavier mission. There are still tens of thousands of people in this city who have not been transferred, you have to take them out of here!

Go to Kalimdor, and recast Lordaeron on that strange land!

But you, you are the one who should lead them! Not me!

Alsace retorted with difficulty:

I... I'm not ready yet! I can't watch my father put his fate in hell, and I can't just watch you leave, here! In the hands of those undead.

Yes, Your Majesty Terenas, please don't leave this difficult choice to Alsace.

As an outsider, Jaina shouldn't have spoken on this occasion, but the loss of her father and the trauma of the country 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 the persuasion of Alsace and Jaina, the old king smiled. He took a few steps forward and sat on the throne in the king's hall. Throwing it aside, the old king seemed to have completely let go of everything. Those schemes, those tricks, those not-so-bright actions to make Lordaeron grow stronger, all of these were thrown away by him.

He stretched out his body on the throne, like an ordinary old man, how long has he been so relaxed?

I'm very old, Arthas, Jaina, and my daughter Calia, people of my age are all withered, Lothar is still struggling to support this empire, he is not a qualified The ruler is always impulsive, always disdains to use the power in his hands, and has an idealist style. I used to think that all his efforts were in vain, but...

The old king let out a sigh of relief and put the crown on his head aside. He stretched his neck and muttered in a low voice:

Oh my god, this thing is really heavy...

He raised his head, looked at his son, daughter and the future... queen of this country, closed his eyes, and said softly:

But it turns out that I was wrong. Lothar may not be on the right path, but I... I am also walking on the track of the previous era. My son, you have to remember that the new era has come , the future fate 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 days, as the end of my time, Arthas, you say you are not ready, but my son, fate, it will not give You spend too much time preparing, it will push you into the future, it will teach you to become a king, I believe, you will be better than me, in the era to come, the glory that belongs to Menethil will continue Floating in the sky of this world.

The old king smiled, his eyes were red, as if saying goodbye, he waved to his children:

Go, do great things... I will pray for you in another world. Now, let me save the last decency.

Go, tell Lothar, tell everyone in Lordaeron... Terenas is dead, in his own 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 already invaded here, the guards pulled out their long swords, Ji Anna gritted her teeth and grabbed the arm of her beloved, and her other hand grabbed the wrist of Princess Calia, who was already sobbing.

She could feel Arthas' struggle, but the moment Jaina raised her head, she saw the encouragement in the old king's eyes, as well as the entrustment, the silent entrustment.

She nodded to the old king, the light of the teleportation technique lit up at this moment, and Alsace's roar sounded at the same time:

Let me go! Jaina! I say! Let me go...

swish

The three disappeared into the hall. The old king shook his head, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand, grabbed the long sword beside the throne with difficulty, and held it in front of him. The power of the sword is gone.

The guards held up their shields to protect 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 was like a ghost from a nightmare. Like an evil spirit, he waved his trident casually and killed those who stood in his way one by one.

kuang

During the burst of Saurfang's icy breath, the outer palace of the King's Hall quickly condensed heavy frost, and then at the moment the death lord raised his foot and kicked the gate, half of the palace wall collapsed together with it.

Dust splattered, and at the moment when the twilight light entered the palace, the loyal guards roared and rushed towards the enemy they couldn't resist at all. The death energy surged underground, and those guards hadn't even rushed to Sa Rufar's side was frozen into a running sculpture by the harsh frost.

The Lord of Death strolled past those sculptures, and finally, he stood in the center of the king's hall. Before his eyes, the old king Terenas Menethil II was sitting on the throne, leaning on a long sword in both hands, wielding a He looked at his mourners with a calm gaze.

I thought Tyrion would come in person.

King Terenas looked at Saurfang and the two unconscious orcs in his hands, and said with disdain:

It turned out that it was just his dog's leg.

This provocation didn't make Saurfang angry, the death lord just looked at the old king in front of him calmly, he didn't see fear from those cloudy eyes, only the courage to die.

It is true that His Majesty did not come in person, but he asked me to bring you a word, Terenas...

Oh, what did he say?

The old king asked softly:

Is he trying to intimidate me? An old man who's no longer afraid of anything?

No! His Majesty said...

Saurfang let go of his hands. Garrosh and Dranosh, who had been knocked into a coma with a bruised nose, were thrown aside. Saurfang walked forward slowly. He stretched out his left hand, a ray of pale ice It stretched rapidly in his hand, and finally became a sharp long 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, and after a while, he let out a hoarse laugh:

Hehehe, this tone, arrogant... Who does he think he is? Does he think 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 stretched forward, piercing his heart precisely, and appeared in the eyes of Menethil II. When he was in pain, the Lord of Death whispered in his ear:

Your Majesty's words are destiny...

If fate does not obey, if fate refuses to change...then we will revise it until it complies with His Majesty's will...Finally, welcome to Dark Blade, Terenas Menethil!

The old king could no longer refute, the light in his eyes dissipated little by little, at the moment when the dark curtain covered his vision, he saw, behind the death lord, that burning city, that invisible flame, Fleeing into the sky, that black... that indifferent future withered on the earth like ashes, using his last remaining heat to warm the future that will eventually recover.

Everything is ashes; everything is about to be reborn.

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I knew that the human empire would not just accept their end so honestly, and I knew that they would definitely do everything possible to survive!

On the outskirts of the southernmost city in Gilneas, behind the bone dragon Queen, Luminas, the death lord wearing slender black armor, looked at the city indifferently, her fiery red hair fluttering in the wind, Behind her are her air guards, and on the ground below her are groups of werewolves controlled by anger.

Yes, this is not the main battlefield of Dark Blade. There is no battle group that can destroy all cities. There are only groups of werewolves, groups of human-shaped beasts, which are difficult to control and difficult to obey orders. It is not good at all. Soldiers, especially newly transformed werewolves, hardly follow anyone's instructions.

Luminas doesn't like these excessively free beasts. If possible, she would prefer to command the elite fighters of the Hellfire Chapter. The battle group that he had established by himself had now fallen into the hands of Danas Trollbane.

Every time Luminas thinks about it, her teeth itch with hatred, but what can I do? Who made her boldly participate in Nasa's suicide action, really, at the beginning, she thought it was just a joke...

She is a victim, a victim of the mountain forces that Tyrion used to purge Dark Blade. Luminas knows this very well, but she dare not disobey Tyrion's will. What kind of icy darkness he was looking at, once he really angered him, it might not be as simple as losing his job.

The undead are a bunch of lunatics, and as a member of the undead, no one knows this better than Luminas.

It's a small city, and they couldn't capture it in a day. How weak are these werewolves!

Gritting her teeth, Luminas watched those beast-like werewolves rush up the city wall, and then were driven down by local soldiers and high elf mages. Without discipline and wisdom, they wanted to break through Gilneas and finally The city, relying on these werewolves alone... is a bit too unrealistic.

I'm done!

The death lord stretched out her hands and held the two black rune swords at her waist. She glanced behind her guards and shook her hair:

Let's end this disgusting thing! Those civilians, don't even try to run away!

swish

Under Luminas' icy will, a huge bone dragon descended from the sky, roaring and spraying cold breath on the city wall of Twilight Harbor in front of him. Dozens of Gilnean soldiers and several high elf battle mages were frozen in the breath In between, they're not dead, but they're dying.

The slender figure of Luminas precisely fell into the ice, and the black rune sword in her hands waved, and two cold and cruel scythes made of death energy hovered in her hands, whizzing past In a short time, all the surrounding ice cubes were chopped into ice chips flying all over the sky, and together with the life wrapped in them, they were sent to the hell of death cold.

After this tyrannical and frightening 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 to kill 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 city gate of Twilight Harbor fell, but after rushing to 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 lawbreakers who were waiting in battle.

Miss Lana Thiel...don't be unharmed!

There was a ray of hatred in Luminas's blood-red eyes. Her figure was like a rising and falling swallow. Between two jumps on the ground, she was waving a long sword, carrying an extremely thick frost, ruthlessly He slammed into the neck of Lana Thiel who led the lawbreakers to resist the werewolf frenzy.

The death lord had already seen the scene of Lana Thiel being beheaded with one blow. She was a mage, and she was doomed to die when she was hit by a surprise attack like a death knight!

But this sure-fire illusion ended with a muffled sound of blades colliding.

In front of Luminas, the personal attendant of the Sun King, the former archmage Lannathel looked at the attacker with a calm gaze, Luminas's double swords were precisely blocked in front of her eyes, and in front of her In Lana Thiel's hands, the silver, dragon-claw-carved ancient dragon-forged blade exuding huge energy fluctuations, the symbol of Quel'Thalas' power, and the holy sword Quel'Delar were emitting bursts of low humming.

Obviously, this holy sword has a new owner, and now it is fighting to protect the new owner.

Luminas Yangscar, I'm sorry for everything I did to you...I was too pampered and naive at that time.

Lana Thiel looked at the mad Lord of Death in front of her, and she sighed in a very mature manner:

I made a mistake, that mistake sent you into the most terrifying and darkest hell, I'm sorry, but now...I must protect the last civilians of the human empire to evacuate, this is my mission, so. ..Come on, Luminas.

swish

The silver ancient holy sword hummed, and it turned into a silver sharp blade while trembling. Lana Thiel moved her shoulders and looked at the death lord who was full of killing intent in front of her. She put the holy sword in front of her eyes, The figure was divided into three parts strangely, she whispered:

Just let me apologize with the blade of my sword...if you can understand...