Old Ferding was trying to exhort Darien, trying to get the son of this old friend out of the way: "What you feel now is the pain of thousands of lost souls! The souls that you and your Death Riders have brought in! The Light will tear you apart, Darien! ”

"What you feel right now is the pain of thousands of lost souls! They are all heroic spirits who have died under the sword of you and your master! The Light will tear you apart, Darien! ”

The current Ebon Lord Darien Mograini didn't care, or rather didn't have a hint of affection for Tirio: "Save your energy, old fellow." This will be your last breath. ”

The dark green blade pointed at Tirio, "Now, you are about to die. ”

Without hesitation, Darien rode the skeleton war horse and charged directly towards Tirio, the dark green ash messenger instantly dimmed, and there was no trace of light, and the most important rune sword in the hand of the death knight seemed to have lost its effect.

"Bang." There was a muffled thud if the sound of a mallet striking flesh. In one round, just one round, Darien was knocked down by Tirio, who was covered in glittering holy light, and the overflowing holy light energy instantly vaporized the surrounding bone giants, stitching monsters, and ghouls.

The battle was won in an instant.

"It can't be, the Ashbringer is resisting me...... Darien said incredulously, "I...... I can't...... This sword betrayed me. ”

The Black Blade High Lord, who was lying on the ground, shouted hard, "Servants, come and help me. ”

"You can't win, Darian, this is a place protected by those heroes, not where you should come, you are controlled by Arthas, you have completely become a minions of the Scourge Legion, descending into darkness, falling into hatred, and living by harming others!"

Old Fortin's giant hammer, which was about to overflow with holy light, was about to smash into Darion's head, and next to the two of them, a paladin spirit in traditional attire appeared.

This familiar face, Tirio could see at a glance, and his old friend Alexandros appeared in front of him in the form of a soul.

Alexandros Mograini nodded to Verding and said slowly, "My son! The child I am most proud of! ”

"Father!"

"Ah...... This...... This is......! The severe headache came instantly, and the painful Darian could only fall to his knees and howl.

After a long time, the spiritual connection between Darian's soul and the Helm of Domination was instantly torn, and seeing the familiar person in front of him, Darian put the Buddha in disbelief: "Father, you are back!" ”

A pure soul emerged from the body of the Great Lord of the Black Blade, with a completely human appearance, making the other humans incredulous: "You've been gone for a long time, father. I thought ......"

No one bothered the father and son to reunite, there were too many tragedies in the Eastern Plague Land, countless of them, the crisis of the natural disaster attack was temporarily lifted, and everyone, including Old Ferdin, watched silently, unwilling to disturb them.

Young Darien hugged his Grand Lord Alexandros.

"Nothing can stop me from coming home, Darien. I will never leave my hometown and my loved ones. ”

"Father, I also want to join the army and fight against the undead with you. I'm going to fight too, and I can't sit idly by! ”

High Lord Alexandros Mograini said, "Darien Mograine, you are not old enough to hold a sword, let alone fight the undead who are ravaging Lordaeron!" I can't lose you, I can't even think about it......"

Darien Mograini said: "Father, even if I die, I will die a glorious death in the battle against the army of the undead!" Even if I die, I will die with you! ”

"O my son, you will one day raise the Ashbringer and use its power to uphold justice in this land. I firmly believe that when that day finally comes, you will bring glory to our people and Lordaeron will be better because of you. But my children are not today. ”

"Don't forget ......"

Before Alexandros finished speaking, a purple circle appeared behind the Scarlet Great Lord, and a familiar face appeared in front of everyone, and his tone was full of banter and mockery: "It's really touching......"

"The reunion of father and son is truly unforgettable." As soon as his tone changed, Arthas was unceremoniously: "But, he is mine now......"

High Lord Darien Mograini shouted, "You...... betrayed me. You betrayed us all, monster! Feel the power of Mograini. Breaking free from the Lich King's spiritual connection, Darien lifted the Ember Bringer and slashed straight at Arthas's face with a single jump.

But Arthas was not afraid at all, the blue-white light flashed, and Darian's weapon was flicked aside by magic without touching Arthas.

The Lich King's tone was still so playful and mocking, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's pathetic......"

Seeing the culprit of Lordaeron's demise and the initiator of the undead scourge, Tirio was furious: "Arthas, you damned monster! ”

Arthas paid no attention to Fordin's invective: "You're right, Fordin. That's what I sent them to die. Their lives are meaningless, but yours are different......"

"It's so easy to pull out the great Tirio Ferdin, the last paladin lord in the world. You've been exposed, paladin. Now, no one can save you......"

As soon as the words fell, the black-green energy on Frost Sorrow exploded, and the death magic rushed towards Ferdin.

Baron Maxwell Tairossos shouted: "Attack!! ”

Rebulat - Earthshatterer, Erigor - Dawnbringer, Duke Nicholas Sørenhoff, and Colfax sense that something is wrong and rush to Arthas in an attempt to rescue Tirio. But the latter remained unmoved, and with violent fluctuations in ice energy, Alsace shook everyone away: "The end of the world is coming!" ”

Darien Mograini on the sidelines: "The end of the world is coming? Perhaps, but, by no means today'......"

"Tirio!" Darien threw his accessories out, and the moment Tirio Fordin, who had been suppressed by death magic, received the Ashbringer, the entire Heroic Spirit buried beneath the Chapel of Light's Wish was no longer silent.

Small voices appeared. "Holy Light." "Purification." "Judgment." "Revenge."

Immediately afterward, the voice of countless souls rang out: "Valorant." "Noble." "Honesty." "Sacrifice." "Glory." "Mercy." "Humility." "Impartiality."

The words of countless souls rang in everyone's ears, and the fierce holy light energy soared into the sky like a pillar of light, illuminating the sky that was about to enter the night.