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

In the silence of the King's Hall, Arthas took the crown from his head, stood up, looked at his old father, and said in a deep voice:

"Guards! Take King Terenus and my sister and leave here with me! My father's reign is not over yet, and the whole of Lordaeron needs you! ”

The royal guards looked at the prince, and then at the old king, they didn't know what to do, and they didn't even know whose orders to listen to, Gianna stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the excited Arthas, but in the face of his son's shout, the old king was very calm, he looked at his son, as if to engrave this image in his mind.

"Put on your crown!"

King Terenus let out a low voice, and he looked at Arthas:

"I said, put it on!"

The old king was like a lion in the twilight at this moment, and an awe-inspiring momentum rippled around his body, and he said in a loud voice:

"A king should not abandon his own land, I have decided to live and die with the city of Lordaeron, but the legacy of Minethil must be maintained, compared to my choice, my son, your mission is heavier, there are still tens of thousands of people in this city who have not been transferred, you must take them out of here!"

"Go to Kalimdor and reforge Lordaeron in that strange land!"

"But you, you're the one who should lead them! And not me! ”

Alsace 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 the undead. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty Terenus, please don't leave this difficult choice to Arthas."

As an outsider, Gianna should not have spoken on such an occasion, but the fall of her father and the trauma of the country made Gianna can't help but speak:

"Arthas needs your help, and instead of throwing a heavy mission at him, he chooses to leave... Your Majesty! You can't be so headstrong! ”

The old king smiled at Arthas and Gianna's persuasion, took a few steps forward, and sat down on the throne of the king's hall, and at this moment, the king's physique, which had been maintained for decades, was thrown aside, and the old king seemed to have completely abandoned everything, all the tricks, the tricks, the not-so-bright actions that had been taken to keep Lordaeron strong, all of them, all of which he had thrown away.

He stretched out on the throne like an ordinary old man, how long had he not been so relaxed?

"I'm very old, Arthas, and Gianna, and my daughter Galia, my contemporaries have withered, and Lothar is still struggling to support the empire, he is not a good ruler, he is always willful, he always disdains the power in his hands, there is an idealistic style, I used to think that all his efforts were in vain, but..."

The old king breathed a sigh of relief, and set aside the crown above his head, and he moved his neck and muttered in a low voice:

"Oh my God, this thing is so heavy..."

He looked up and looked at his son, daughter and the future of the country... Queen, he closed her eyes and whispered:

"But it turned out that I was wrong, and Lothar may not have taken the right path, but I... I am also walking in the trajectory of the previous era, my son, you must remember that the new era has come, the future destiny of this country is in your hands, I have fulfilled the duties of a king all my life, and now... Let me run away from it once. ”

"Let me, old bones, die in the flames of burning the old era, as the end of my time, Arthas, you say you are not ready, but my son, fate, it will not give you much time to prepare, it will push you into the future, it will teach you to be a king, I believe, you will be better than me, in the era to come, the glory that belongs to Minecil will continue to float in the sky of this world."

The old king smiled, his eyes reddened as if to say goodbye, and he waved his hand to his children:

"Go ahead, go and do the big thing... I will pray for you in another world. Now, let me keep the last bit of decency. ”

"Go, tell Lothar, tell all the people of Lordaeron... Terenus died, in his own palace, not as a king, but as a warrior..."

"Father!"

Arthas clenched his fists, he stepped forward, and was about to say something, but a burst of noise came from outside the court, it was clear that the intruder had invaded here, the guards drew their swords, Gianna gritted her teeth, grabbed the arm of her beloved, and her other hand grabbed Princess Galia's wrist, and the princess could not stop crying.

She could feel Arthas's struggle, but the moment Gianna raised her head, she saw the encouragement in the old king's eyes, and the entrusting, silent exhortation.

She nodded to the old king, and the light of teleportation lit up at this moment, and Arthas's roar rang out at the same time:

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

"Huh"

The three of them disappeared into the hall, the old king shook his head, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, he raised his hand, and with great difficulty grabbed the long sword placed on the throne's side, and held it in front of him, he did not even have the strength to raise the sword.

The guards guarded the king with shields in hand, and on the road in front of them, a tall figure grasping two unconscious young orcs, was walking towards the king's hall step by step, and behind him, the ghost kraken waved its trident like an evil spirit in a nightmare, killing the people who stood in its way one by one.

"Bang"

Between the eruptions of Sarufar's icy aura, the outer palace of the King's Hall quickly condensed with heavy frost, and then the moment the Lord of Death raised his foot and kicked the door, half of the palace walls collapsed with it.

The dust was splattered, and the moment the twilight shone into the palace, the loyal guards roared and rushed towards the enemy they could not fight at all, the energy of death surging underground, and those guards were frozen into running sculptures by the harsh frost before they even rushed to Sarufar's side.

The Death Lord wandered past the sculptures, and eventually, he stood in the center of the King's Hall, and in front of him, the old King Terenus. Minecil II was sitting on the throne, sword in both hands, looking at his mourners with a calm gaze.

"I thought Tyrion would come in person."

King Terenus looked at Sarufar and the two unconscious orcs he was holding in his hands, and he said disdainfully:

"It turned out to be just his dog's legs."

This provocation did not make Sarufar angry, the Death Lord just looked at the old king in front of him calmly, and he saw no fear in those cloudy eyes, only the courage to put him to death.

"Your Majesty didn't come in person, but he asked me to bring you a word, Terenus..."

"Oh, what did he say?"

The old king asked softly:

"Is he trying to intimidate me? Intimidating an old man who has long been afraid of everything? ”

"Nope! Your Majesty said..."

Sarufar let go of his hands, his nose and face were swollen, and Garrosh and Dranosh, who had been knocked unconscious, were thrown aside, Sarufar stepped forward slowly, he stretched out his left hand, and a wisp of pale ice stretched quickly in his hand, and finally became a sharp sword, he looked at King Terenas in front of him, and he whispered:

"The pain and tragedy of Alsace will be borne by you... In exchange, your son will become a great man for the next era. ”

This made the old king's eyes widen, and after a moment he let out a hoarse laugh:

"Hehehe, this tone, arrogance... Who does he think he is? He thought he could rule everything? ”

Sarufar shook his head, he stretched out his hand and fixed the old king on the throne, the long sword in his left hand was handed forward at this moment, piercing his heart with precision, and when pain appeared in the eyes of Minethil II, the Lord of Death said in his ear:

"Your Majesty's words are fate..."

"If fate does not obey, if fate refuses to change... Then we will revise it until it conforms to His Majesty's will... Finally, welcome to Darkblade, Terenus. Minahill! ”

The old king could no longer refute it, the light in his eyes dissipated little by little, and at the moment when the curtain of darkness covered the horizon, he saw that behind the Lord of Death, the city that was like a raging fire, the invisible flame, rushed into the sky, the black... The indifferent future, withering on the earth like ashes, warms the future that will eventually recover with its last residual heat.

Everything is ashes; Everything is about to be reborn.

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"I knew that the Human Empire would not accept its end so honestly, and I knew that they would definitely do everything they could to survive!"

On the outskirts of Gilneth's southernmost city, behind the "queen" of the bone dragon, the Death Lord Luminas, in slender black armor, looked indifferently at the city in front of him, her long fiery red hair fluttering in the wind, behind her, her air guards, and on the ground below her, groups of werewolves controlled by anger.

Yes, this is not the main battlefield of the Dark Blade, there is no warband here that can destroy all cities, there are just groups of werewolves, groups of humanoid beasts, difficult to control, difficult to obey orders, not good soldiers at all, especially those who have just been transformed, hardly follow anyone's instructions.

Luminas doesn't like these overly "free" beasts, if she can, she prefers to command the elite warriors of the Hellfire Warband, I heard that her warband is the first to complete the change, but the warband established by herself has now fallen on Danas. In the hands of Tol Bain.

Every time she thinks about it, Luminas hates it, but what can be done? Who emboldened her to participate in Nassa's "suicide operation", really, at first, she thought it was just a joke...

She was a victim, a victim of the mountain forces that Tyrion used to purge the Dark Blade, Luminas knew this, but she didn't dare to disobey Tyrion's will, she knew very well what kind of cold darkness was hidden in her leader's heart, and once she really angered him, I am afraid it would not be as simple as losing her position.

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

"It's just a small city, and I haven't been able to capture it in 1 day, how weak these werewolves should be!"

Luminas gritted his teeth and watched as the beast-like werewolves rushed up the walls, and then were driven down by the local soldiers and mages of the High Elves, and without discipline and wisdom, they wanted to break through the last city of Gilneth with these werewolves alone... It's a little too unrealistic.

"I've had enough!"

The Death Lord stretched out his hands and grasped the two black rune swords at his waist, she glanced back at her Praetorian Guard, and she shook her hair:

"Let's put an end to this disgusting affair! Those civilians, no one wants to run! ”

"Huh"

In the cold will of Luminas, a huge bone dragon descended from the sky, whistling and spraying cold breath on the walls of Twilight Harbor in front of him, dozens of Gilneth soldiers and several High Elf battle mages were frozen between the breaths, they were not dead, but they were dying.

Luminas's slender figure fell precisely into the ice, the black rune swords in her hands waved, and two cold and cruel scythes forged by death energy swirled in her hands, and in the process of whistling, all the surrounding ice blocks were chopped into flying ice chips, and along with the life wrapped in them, they were sent into the cold hell of death.

After this brutal and frightening assault was over, the walls were cleared, and the Death Knights who followed behind Luminas jumped onto the walls and began to slaughter with astonishing efficiency.

The gap between the regulars and the chaos was so stark that less than 10 minutes after Luminas stormed into the battlefield, the first gate of Twilight Harbor fell, but as he rushed towards the city protected by the second wall, the Death Lord saw a very familiar figure among the High Elf Spellbreakers.

"Miss Lannather... Don't come unharmed! ”

Luminas's blood-red eyes twinked with a glint called hatred, and her figure was like a rising and falling swallow, wielding her long sword and slamming it into the neck of Lannather, who was leading the spellbreakers against the werewolf frenzy, between two jumps on the ground.

The Death Lord had already seen the scene of Lannathel being decapitated with a single blow, it was a mage, and she was killed by a surprise attack like the Death Knight!

But this illusion of nine out of ten was ended with a muffled sound of blades colliding.

In front of Luminas, the Sun King's personal attendant, the former archmage Lannathr, looked at the raider with a calm gaze, Luminas's dual swords were accurately blocked in front of her eyes, and in Lannathr's hands, the silver, dragonclaw-carved, ancient dragon-forged blade that exuded huge energy fluctuations, the symbol of Quel'Salas's power, the holy sword Queldra was emitting a low hum.

Apparently, this holy sword has a new owner, and now, it is fighting to protect its new master.

"Luminas. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you... At that time, I was too pampered and naïve. ”

Lannathel looked at the deranged Death Lord in front of her, and she sighed with a very mature attitude:

"I made a mistake that sent you to the worst and darkest hell, I'm sorry, but now... I have to protect the last civilian evacuation of the Human Empire, it's my mission, so... Come on, Luminas. ”

"Huh"

The silver Ancient Holy Sword let out a humming sound, and in the midst of a tremble, it returned to a silver blade, Lannathel moved her shoulders, looking at the Death Lord in front of her who was full of killing intent, she put the Holy Sword in front of her, the figure was strangely divided into three, she whispered:

"Just let me apologize with the blade... If you can understand..."