Darien clenched the Ashbringer in his hand and slashed desperately. He bit his lip so hard that it was involuntarily bitten and bleeding, and he didn't feel it. He heard his comrades falling all around him, and their screams, roars, and roars before they died, rushed into his eardrums, rushed into his heart, and made him hate his powerlessness even more.

Darien's mind came to mind what the legendary sword would look like when it was still in his father's hands—radiant with radiance! With the Ashbringer in his hand, my father rushed into the army of the undead alone, leaving behind only the corpses and ashes of the Scourge. This is worthy of being called the Ember Bringer, and this is the power that the Ember Bringer should be.

What does it take to be like my father?

What does it take to have the power of my father?

Strength! He needs strength!

The green fruit is ripe, and it is time for him to pick it.

Kel'thugad finally left his command platform.

The figure that appeared in mid-air was like a nightmare, a nightmare that no one wanted to face.

The Lich King's steward, the Grand Lich Kel'thugad, has finally arrived on the battlefield.

"Giggles...... "Cyril smirked, "you should be proud to have let Lord Kel'thugad do it himself." ”

Despair......

Although no one gave up, a dark sense of despair began to appear in everyone's hearts.

Kel'thugad didn't talk any nonsense, and the icy blue light in his eyes swept across the battlefield. He raised his hand. "Blizzard!!"

Countless snowflakes poured down from his hands, and an irresistible cold enveloped the entire battlefield, and in just a few breaths, it became as icy and snowy as Northrend in the Northern Rift.

Darian's eyebrows and hair were frozen with a layer of fine ice slag.

Is "child ......" an illusion? He heard his father's voice. "Prove it! Your love for me. ”

The voice was so familiar, yet so distant, that fragments of Darien's mind flashed in his head that he didn't want to remember.

When he worked hard to obtain this sword in Naxxramas. Then he heard the voice—"Take me, son." Take me to Renault...... (Note: Renaud is Darien's older brother and the current High Lord of the Scarlet Abbey)"

Darien was so ecstatic at the time that he thought his father just wanted to get back to his two children.

When he traveled thousands of miles and carefully crossed the lines of the Forsaken to reach the Scarlet Monastery where his brother was, and when the Messenger of Ashes on his back met the adoring eyes of the crowd, he thought that the nightmare was about to end, but he did not expect that when he met his brother, it would be the beginning of another nightmare.

"Darien. You...... How could you carry your father's sword on your back. When Renault saw him, there was no hint of joy at all, more like panic.

Brother...... What are you afraid of?

Darien soon had an answer.

The ash bringer on his back flew on his own.

He heard his father's voice.

"Rebel!" An image appeared.

"Father!" Darien shouted happily.

"Father!" Renault screamed in panic.

"Do you want me to forgive you for doing something like that?"

"Father, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong! Forgive me, please forgive me! Renault cried hoarsely.

As his father held up the Ember Messenger with a blank face, Darien understood that the rumors were true and that his brother had really done such an unforgivable thing.

He was stunned by the truth that had finally been verified, and he watched his father take revenge with the Ash Messenger in his hand.

"Darien......" The father turned his face, his face was stained with Renault's blood, and his eyes were resentful, which made Darien's heart palpitate for a while. Why? …… I've got revenge, why haven't I been free......"

The image of his father vanished again, and the Ember Messenger fell to the ground, landing on Renault's corpse.

Darien doesn't remember how he got on his way home.

As he walks like a walking corpse to the western part of the Plaguelands, he meets a mysterious dwarf girl.

"Hello, Darian, do you want to save your father?" The dwarf girl sat on a high branch and condescended to him, with infinite compassion in her deep and bright eyes.

"Who are you?"

"I love it when you call me Chromie, but that's not the point. Let me show you how to purify the Ember Bringer and save your father from the curse. The only way to liberate his soul is to love ......"

"Love?"

The mysterious dwarf girl named Chromie smiled and said, "Yes, love! It is destined that you will redeem your father, but for this you will be in great pain. Would you like to? ”

"I'm willing, you tell me the way!"

"You'll understand, and that day will come soon......"

……

Is that so?

Darien looked at the Ashbringer in his hand. Looking up again, he was surrounded by his comrades fighting hard. In the distance, it was Kel'thugad casting an unrivaled spell.

Darien understood his fate.

He held the Ash Messenger in his hand aloft.

"I love you! Father ......" Darien reversed his wrist and the Ashbringer plunged hard into his chest, and he finally proved his love for his father with blood and life.

The Messenger of the Ashes, who has fallen by his son's betrayal, is finally purified by the love of his other son.

At the moment of piercing Darian's heart, a strong holy light poured out from the ash bringer, brighter than a thousand suns, like a wave of substantial qi set off by a violent explosion, swept around Darien, like sunlight dissolving ice and snow, and all the soldiers of the Scourge were dissolved cleanly, leaving no trace.

In the distance, without the cover of the Scourge Legion, a group of Scarlet Knights could be seen galloping towards them. The female knight at the head threw away the mask on her face, and the face under the mask was already in tears.

Is it a hallucination? He seemed to see Marlan.

I'm sorry, Marlan. You're always so aggressive in rushing towards the Scourge Army, and I, I can only look at your back, hating my own powerlessness.

How nice it would be if I could see you again......

I'm not my father...... I can't wield the power of an Ember Bringer.

I'm sorry, Marland...... That's all I can do here......

Good bye......

Darien's consciousness began to blur, and in the blur he seemed to hear his father's teachings again.

"Children, today I want to tell you about the taboo of paladins. Remember it and forget it. 1. Never go against the way of the Light. Second, never take possession of your own guardians. Third, you should never be martyred. Do you remember? ”

"Remember, father!" The young man and his brother Renault happily replied.

Ironic fate......

Darian's consciousness was plunged into boundless darkness.

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The affairs of Mograine's family will probably be written for those who don't know the background of Warcraft. The family's affairs are too bloody.