Hearing Tyran's counterattack, Ethan Lion's eyes flashed with a chilling brilliance, and the staff in his hand slammed heavily on the ground,

"That's enough! Tyran Fordin, you are the High Lord of the Scarlet Crusade, and you have the expectations and hopes of this land on your shoulders, how can you abandon your duties so casually?

The four tall, blood-colored officers who followed Ethanlien gathered around me with weapons in hand, and I moved my fingers, and the two daggers pulsed in my palms like swimming fish.

It's the trophy of my adventures in the Burning Plains, the magic weapon I got from the Blackstone orcs who succumbed to the rule of the black dragon, well, a little exaggerated, but these two daggers are real magic weapons, and while I always use them to stun my opponents, that doesn't mean they haven't tasted blood.

Frankly, I'm not afraid of these four guys, no one can stop me as long as I want to go, but Tyran, I can't leave him here, especially when he is only one step away from meeting his father, I can't.

Everything I've worked on is for the present, and even though I've become a rich man, ... At least for now, I'm still an Assassin.

The best gift anyone who underestimates an Assassin will ever receive is...

"Poof"

The scarlet officer who had been the first to raise his weapon tried to pounce, but as a result of his reckless action, a wound appeared in his neck, a wound that had completely severed his throat, and from the shadow jump, I easily came to his back, as I had done countless times on the battlefield, and with a slight stroke, a life was ended.

Yes, death.

The guy who underestimated the assassin got the best gift he received was death.

"Puff"

The guy fell to his knees clutching his bleeding throat, dazed as he tried to hold on to something, maybe it was to hold on to life, or to grasp his confession, but there was no hope.

I looked indifferently at this guy who had fallen at my feet, he was not the first life I had killed, and he would not be the last, he was just an illusion that I could forget at any time, and it wasn't even worth my stay for him too long.

Ten fingers danced, two sharp serpentine daggers danced on the tips of my fingers, I looked at the three people around me, I used my advantage to kill one, but the remaining three won't give me a chance to disappear again, so, it's time for a real fight.

On the other side, the negotiations between Tyran and Ethanlien have also broken down, and the paladin wields a weapon mixed with scorching holy light, and fights with Ethanlion who manipulates divine spells, I am not optimistic about Tyran, because he is too young, and his combat experience is not even as rich as mine, and his opponent is a hero who survived the orc war, and has passed the test of the war of the undead.

It was difficult for him to win, and even if Ethan Lion was a little more vicious, it would be difficult for Tyran to save his life.

But old Fording ... Old Fording didn't know all this, he was still anxiously waiting for his son's return, not even knowing that his son was in danger.

Shit! That's the most disgusting thing ever!

Why do I have such a bad thing every time!

It's true in the Burning Plains, it's true in Stormwind, it's true in Felwood Forest, it's still true in Winterspring Valley!

I'm fed up, I can't watch another life that I feel precious die in front of me, it shouldn't be his fate!

So...

"Get out of here!"

I yelled at the scarlet officer who was blocking me in front of me, and I threw the dagger in my hand, flying precisely at the guy on the left side of my body, knocking him back, and I held the other dagger in my hand, and I used my arm to block the hammer he smashed.

Hurt!

Shit! It hurts! My arm may be broken, and I hear the sound of bones breaking, but it's okay, I approached him.

The dagger in his left hand stabbed him three times in the heart, and his muscular body fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength at once, but the guy who forced him from behind swung a hammer and smashed it on my back.

Hurt!

The warhammer mixed with holy light made me feel like I had been hit by a piece of red-hot iron, and a fishy sweet sensation escaped from the corner of my mouth, it was supposed to be blood, but it was okay.

With the help of the thrust behind it, I quickly pounced on Tyran, the poor guy's weapon had been blown away by Ethanlien's spell, he was covered with wounds, it was a wound made by the Holy Light, this healing power also had a violent side, the moment I pushed Tylan out, Ethanlion's spell, the white light converged into a light warhammer, and hit me in the chest accurately.

"Poof"

The blood could no longer be held back by my teeth, I felt the warmth spraying on my face, I felt like a torn doll, I couldn't feel my body, not even the pain.

I flew through the air and fell to the ground, and I struggled to open my eyes and see Tyran, the Tyran lying on the ground, and Ethan Lane walking towards him.

"Tyran... I thought you would be my best disciple, but I didn't expect you to also embark on the path of betrayal, if the faith is not pure enough, then it is useless to keep you, so go and accompany your father, the traitor who betrayed the Holy Light. ”

"No, my father is not dead! You lied to me, Ethanlien, you hypocritical liar, you are only dreaming of ruling this land, and you will never succeed!"

"Not dead?Tirio Fortin?stupid!"

Ethan Lion held his staff alof, the dazzling light already converging on the tip of his staff, and I struggled to crawl towards Tyran, I wanted to save him, but...

I can't help it, I'm too weak.

Ethan Lien's existence is still something I can't defeat, he's too strong.

"A traitor is not worthy of mercy, Tyran, and die with the last of your madness, for after I have purified this land, you will be forever spurned as a traitor, just like your poor father. ”

"I'm going to win, I never doubted that. ”

I closed my eyes and prayed to Elune, the moon god, for a miracle to happen, that Tyran shouldn't die here, that he shouldn't...

"Take your dirty hands from my son... Take it away!"

"Bang!"

A loud shout and the sound of weapons clashing my eyes opened, and I saw a dazzling golden light rush out of the forest, slamming into Ethanlyon's magical shield with pinpoint accuracy, sending the mighty and unshakable priest flying.

It was a war hammer.

A warhammer with Lordaeron's emblem on it, I recognized it, and it was placed between a pile of shovels and pickaxes, yes, the hammer.

Old Fording is here!

Thanks to Elune, he's here.

My last perseverance paid off, and I felt so weak, and I saw Old Fording appear like a hero, dressed in a worn-out silver suit of armor, just like he had been on the battlefield.

I saw Tyran's excited affection, the tears on his face, and the reunion of father and son.

I saw Ethanlynn's horrified gaze, and saw him staggering to his feet with his staff, only to be smashed to the ground by an angry old Fordin.

I see it... I saw what I wanted to see, the ultimate good.

Ah, I'm so tired... I need to take a break.

Tiredness wells up, and I see the warm light of the Black Sea, the beautiful calm that makes people drowsy under the quiet darkness, the sea breeze of the misty sea, the sweet sea breeze blowing, I will sleep.

Yes, that's where my mind is at peace.

It's time for me to go to sleep.

Tyran shook my body, and I saw his pained and anxious face, and I saw his mouth open and closed, but what was he trying to say?

Maybe it's thanks, no, no need.

This wonderful story is enough.