Falbanks was the last to leave the battlefield in the midst of the undead because he was about to break off, and when his whole body was covered with wounds, the loyal servant of old Mograini couldn't help but glance back at the battlefield, and saw that scene. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a scene where he lived in pain and despair for the rest of his life.

Renaud Mograini, a model young man who has rapidly grown into a paladin in the past two years, stabbed the great crusade sword in his hand viciously into the heart of the old knight, that is, his father, behind the old Mograine, the Ash Bringer, and from the defenseless back of the old knight.

This fatal blow is fierce and vicious!

It was almost a scene that Fairbanks had never seen even in the most desperate dreams.

Father-killing!

Renault, this bastard, he's done this terrible crime!

Fairbanks felt that his whole body was full of anger, he wanted to rush back now, and kill Renault's bastard who deserved to go to hell with his own hands, but he couldn't, he knew that he couldn't fight the undead in front of him, he knew how much shock it would cause to the North if old Mograine died here, he couldn't watch this happen.

So Farbanks almost gritted his teeth, flapped his horsewhip frantically, and rushed towards the military camp in Andohar, he had to get the news back!

He must die!

In the battlefield, Dasohan and Kurtaz watched this scene of cannibalism without any waves, Mograine, although he was a real epic hero, but suffered such a fatal wound, he was no longer a threat in a short time.

The pain of piercing the heart came from the mouth of the heart, and the old Mograini looked at the long sword stabbed from his chest in shock, he felt that the strength of his whole body was rapidly disappearing, he breathed heavily, his body fell to the ground, and the light in front of him was shining rapidly.

Holding the body of the Ash Bringer, the holy light of old Mograine's whole body was beating rapidly, but the long sword was not drawn, and even the holy light could not heal the wound.

Renaud let go of the hilt of his sword and took two steps back, he seemed a little confused, he looked at his hands and the blood stained on them, and then at old Mograini, who was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing in pain, as if he could not believe that he had done such a thing.

But soon, his gaze became determined, and a rampant smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

"Kid... Ahem... Why are you doing this, why are you doing it!"

Old Mograini opened his mouth and spurted out hot blood, his strength was rapidly draining, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, the old knight felt a burst of coldness all over his body, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at Renault, he felt for the first time that this child of his own, this lost child, had become so strange.

"You're not Renault... You're the Dreadlord, aren't you! Give me back my child!"

Thinking of the situation of Da Sohan, the old knight's heart was full of hope again, and he struggled to rush forward with the holy blade, but his staggering posture was knocked down by Renault's punch, and even the Ash Messenger was snatched by Renault.

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

A sinister voice appeared in the darkness behind Renault, Banazal, the Dreadlord who had once disguised himself as Dassaulthan and swaggered through the silver hand, clutching his chin with his claws, looking at the old knight lying on the ground,

"I've disappointed you, Paladin, I don't have any control over your child, voila, he can still use the Light, he's normal!"

The Dreadlord looked at the desperate look on old Mograine's face, which made it enjoy, and it lowered its voice.

"I just quietly stirred up the darkness in his heart, oh my God, I can't imagine that a righteous paladin can be so dark in his heart! Do you know? Mograini, he didn't have the idea of killing his father because of me, he always wanted to kill you! Especially if you took that girl away from him! Hahaha, look, stupid love, it makes people blind and crazy!"

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

Old Mograine was now like an old man in his old age, and he stretched out his hand to Renault with difficulty, and after losing the comfort of the light, Renault found for the first time that his father's face was full of wrinkles, and his palms full of strength had become weak.

"Whitemane... No, it's not just Whitemayne, it's Dalyan, his glory, all his things, it's all mine!"

Renaud suddenly realized that his father, the shadow like a mountain was about to dissipate, and it was he who broke the shadow, and he suddenly felt relaxed.

"I've been better than him since I was a child, I'm the eldest son of the Mograine family, I should be stronger than him! Look at him, he's valued by a mud-legged paladin, and he's glad that he should have fallen into the mud, but he got that weapon, the artifact?

Renault waved his hands frantically and shouted,

"I am the hope of the Mograine family, never Dalyan, 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 you left me in this dangerous place, I persevered, you don't know, during that time, the gentle Whitemane was my only support! Even after being humiliated by the unknown Dalyan, she did not leave me, she was the light of 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? Where were you when I was surrounded by the undead? You weren't a good father! Mograine, you never was!"

"I even envy Dalyan, who can live freely in your shadow! Every day by your side makes me feel depressed! You know?"

Renault said that he was so excited that he stepped forward and kicked his father over, but he seemed to have kicked a hot iron plate, and took two steps back in fright, and then he held the extinguished Ashbringer with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Behold, I have an artifact too! I deserve it, I am destined to be better than that Dalyan guy! I see my future! Hahahaha, father, die in peace, I will inherit the name of Ember Bringer!"

Da Sohan looked at this scene indifferently, and when he saw Renault's ugliness, a mocking smile appeared on his thin and cold face.

"Pathetic scum... It's disgusting. ”

With that, Dasuohan picked up his heavy sword and turned to leave the dusty battlefield, and Kurtaz spat directly on the ground, then turned and rode the death horse and galloped in the direction of Tirisfa.

Even after being transformed into an undead, this dwarf still has a lot of character.

Banazar didn't leave, the Dreadlord who had re-chosen his side watched the confrontation between Renault and Mograini with a playful attitude, and as a seductive guy, this kind of scene was even more exciting for him than the best drama, and he could even feel the pleasure coming from his soul.

After a few minutes, however, Banazar also lost interest, watching a young man bully an old man who had lost his strength, and the old man's heart was so dead that he was not interested at all.

"Enough, enough, kill him, Renault, and don't forget what you promised the Great Lich, we have many ways to make your life worse than death, you know. ”

The Dreaddemon flicked his fingers at Renault, which made Renault a little afraid, but the paladin clenched the Ember Bringer in his hand, took a deep breath, and then he approached Mograine, who was lying on the ground, angry.

"Father, go and die in peace! I will take back everything I have, everything that belongs to me!"

Renault raised his dim blade, tilted his head, and slashed down the blade of his sword.

But at this moment, Banazal suddenly looked up at the sky, and in the dark canopy, a red light was rapidly expanding.

The Dreadlord's face changed drastically, and he quickly turned into a bat and disappeared in place, and before Renault could react, the howling wind pressure and the blade of the blood-colored greatsword grazed his chest.

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

The Ember Bringer slipped from his grasp, and was held securely by a steel-clad handpiece before falling to the ground.

The surrounding undead were also cut into pieces in the sudden light of swords and sword shadows, and when Renaud clutched the shocking wound on his chest and struggled to get up from the ground, he saw the figure who carried the dying old Mograini behind his back, the figure that made him gnash his teeth and hate for two whole years.

Dalyan!

Bastard!

Renault looked at Dalyan, and Dalyan looked at him, hateful on the one hand, indifferent on the other, and Dalyon's scarred eyes looked at his brother as if he were looking at a stinking piece of garbage.

"I'll kill you with my own hands, Renault, but not now! Wait in despair, in the name of Mograine, you're dead, I swear!"

Dalyan looked up at the sky, two griffons flapping their wings low in the darkness, Tyran had thrown the rope down, and Dalyan quickly tied it to Mograini's body, but just as he was about to leave with the rope, a hazy voice sounded behind him.

"No, no, no, warrior, I can't let you just take him!

Along with the sound, there were two fierce bone claws that broke through the wind, and the blade of rage in Dalyan's hand blocked behind him, and slammed with the bone claws with a steely crash.

"Tyran, take the big knight first!

Dalyan's shout lifted the spirits of Tyran Fortin, who controlled the griffin, and quickly tightened the cowhide rope in his hand, and when he caressed the dying old Mograini onto the griffin, the young knight looked back at the sky, and the dense black shadows had completely filled the sky.

That's a gargoyle! There's even a frost dragon!

Damn, I can't go back!

Tyran gritted his teeth and looked down, Dalyan was already entangled by the Dreadlord and the gargoyle was fast, if he didn't leave, it would be too late!

"Let's go! Tyran, don't worry about me, let's go!"

Dalyan shouted to the sky as he fought the Dreadlord, and Tyran looked back again at the gargoyle that was getting closer and closer in the sky, and had to control the griffin and fly in the direction of Tirisfa.

But how could the Dreadlord let Tyran leave so easily?

He gave up his fight with Dalyan and turned into a bat and scattered in all directions, appearing next to the griffin when it was reunited.

But just as the bats flew up, they were greeted by a storm of blades that had danced into a blood-colored wind, enveloping almost all the bats in it.

Dalyan's cold face loomed in the storm,

"I know how to deal with you! I have killed too many demons in Mount Hyjal, do you think there will be no retribution for your wanton harm to my relatives?"

"Scum, your retribution is coming!"

(Thanks to the dockyard brothers, the soldier died for his confidant!)