"General Alex, the upper echelons have been cleared, and the human army seems to be going in the other direction, we ......"

Alex waved his hand, stopping what his subordinates were about to say—

"It's okay, their role is to help us conquer the periphery of the academy together. As long as they attack the inside of the Academy, these cursed cultists will be like skinned hedgehogs, and they will not be at our disposal. Now the division of troops is just right, and it saves us from having to watch out for each other in the rear......"

"Yes, General."

Showing admiration, Alex smiled bitterly in his heart.

No, actually, he was just scared...... Fearing that what he was going to do would be taken over by the Alliance, Berval now went in the direction he had revealed. For him, there is no more satisfying result. And then, what he has to do is ......

"You stay here, I'll go down alone," he ordered, pointing to a staircase that led to the bottom.

"But, the general......"

"It's an order!" Alex let out a rare shout.

"Yes, General."

"Oh, by the way, I'll leave this with you first, and I'll ask you to get it when I come back."

Alex pulled a small parchment bag from his bosom and handed it to his lieutenant. Then, without waiting for him to react, he turned and walked down the steps. The shadows of the ground were like a huge black mouth that had opened wide, slowly engulfing his figure.

The adjutant's heart suddenly became agitated.

Why...... General Alex looks like he will never come back?

The adjutant shook his head vigorously, nearly breaking his already unstable neck. In order to dispel the shadow in his heart, he lowered the paper bag in his head. With the dim candle flame on the wall, the words on it seemed to dance with it, and it was not easy to distinguish a few words.

To my wife, Mick. Barov ......

Mick...... Will you forgive me, my dear? Forgive me for being so willful, forgive me for failing you so much......

However, only when I have done all this, can I be with you with peace of mind, and be with you forever......

The path stretched into the darkness of the unknown, and the labyrinthine path was clearer in Alex's mind than the smooth road in the daylight.

How many times. How many times have you seen a place in your dreams.

How many times, how many times have I dreamed of a place that I longed to come back again......

Why did this place he knew so well...... Will it become like this?

Too sad, so sad that you don't even have the emotion of anger?

Alex laughed self-deprecatingly. The one-handed sword in his hand flashed a cold light and sliced through the neck of a cursed cultist hiding in the shadows.

Is this the death he wants? It's a pity that it wasn't given by the Lich King.

The last body that slowly lost its life and collapsed, the corners of Alex's mouth showed a mocking smile.

So, what about you......

No matter how long the road is, there is an end. And Alex's end point is a huge shikumen.

After a gentle and melancholy gaze slowly brushed on the huge family crest printed on the door, Alex's hands carefully and firmly grasped the doorknobs on either side, not knowing why. The family crest on the door seemed to sense the power of the blood in Alex's body, and gradually lit up.

The family crest symbolizes the Barov family's Highland Buck, looking at Alex with his head held high, just as before.

Alex's heart ached suddenly.

He snapped his eyes shut and pulled them to the sides, as if to separate his heart.

The door opened.

The moment the door opened, Alex's eyes were already open. There is no nostalgia and tenderness in his eyes, only a coldness, and the dark will that belongs to the forsaken beating in his eyes.

Because the eyes opened in the dark did not need visual transitions, Alex was in front of the room for the first time.

White......

As far as the eye could see, there were white bones.

If you look closely, you will see that the faint green phosphorus fire has stained the white bones all over the room a faint green.

In this sea of corpses piled up in a messy pile of bones, the pile of bones facing the main entrance of the room was undoubtedly the highest.

On a high conical pile of bones sat a majestic-looking man.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been here. Who else do I think? I guessed a lot of people, but I didn't expect it to be you. The man spoke. Long time no see. Dear Alex, my son. ”

"Yes! Long time no see...... Father. ”

Both of them spoke so calmly, like an ordinary father and son talking when they met on a daily basis.

"Have you met your mother and sister? They miss you so much. ”

"Nope. I'll see them if I can. I miss them too. ”

"If it's too late...... the corners of the man's mouth hooked into a sneer, his hand and arm reaching into the pile of bones beside him, as if looking for something in it.

Alex stared coldly, without the slightest intention of stopping it. Inch by inch, his hands pulled out of the pile of bones, and along with his hands pulled out a sword. The sword he had once known and longed for—the sword that only the patriarch of the Barov family had—Barov's family heirloom.

The Lordaeron's best-in-class two-handed greatsword that had been built by the dwarven blacksmiths in the past was still as sharp as ever, the blades on both sides were bright and flawless, and the Barov's family crest on the spine of the sword reflected a faint glow of phosphorus fire.

"Boom!!"

Without any warning, the father and son, who were talking well one second, have already fought each other the next.

But. Obviously, both parties have been prepared for this.

A dark purple shield appeared in Alex's hand. The edges were edged with six black spikes, resembling the hard skull of some large animal.

Barov's heirloom sword slashed into it and splashed faint sparks, but it didn't cut into it in the slightest.

"Oh, that's a nice thing. Where did you find it? Father smiled.

Alex seemed to be laughing too. "After leaving here, I have been to many places. Getting something like this really made my father laugh. ”

If you just listen to this dialogue, you will definitely feel that this is a harmonious aristocratic father and son, while they are doing harmless offensive and defensive drills in their own training grounds, but it is like digesting exercise after a meal. While leisurely commenting on each other's weapons and martial arts.

But in fact, at the time of the above conversation, Alex's father had already exploded his arms, and although the heirloom sword of the Barrow family could not cut through the shield in Alex's hand, it pressed the shield down inch by inch.

Alex's upper body was pressed back by the force.

The heirloom sword of the Rove family clearly prevailed.

The eye was about to die, and Alex sank to the right side. narrowly avoided the edge of his father's sword.

But Jiang was still old and spicy, and before Alex could fight back, his father had already adjusted his offensive route in the direction of his dodge. The sword slashed in a beautiful arc in mid-air in a rounded arc, slashing at Alex again with a merciless light.

Alex only seemed to have time to parry again.

The sword slashed at the shield again, making a muffled thud.

And this time it seems to be even worse. Alex seemed completely unprepared, his center of gravity was not well grasped and he stepped on a slender and sleek leg bone in a hurry. Alex fell directly backwards under his father's force, and fell under the slope of white bones. Fortunately, thanks to the support of this bone slope, he was still able to hold the shield firmly in front of him. It's just that under the strong pressure of his father, his whole body sank into the bones. It's like it's going to be embedded in this pile of bones.

His embarrassment seemed to make his father feel emotional.

"Hmm...... As before, there is no growth at all. You're too tender, my son. Have you forgotten? Everything about you is what I teach. ”

"Yes. I dare not forget it for a moment. Alex's voice came from between his clenched teeth.

From the time he was a child who had just learned to wield a sword, his father was his first and best swordsmanship instructor.

A slash, a stab, a slash, a parry, a defense......

"You are my son who will inherit the glory of the Barov family! Alex! That's what my father said and laughed at the time.

"Yes!" At that time, his eyes radiated the light of worship, and he could support the father of the entire sky with his head up.

The sun was shining, and there was a satisfied look on my father's unsmiling face.

In the distance, the mother was pulling her sister to prepare a meal for them to enjoy later, the father's favorite wine, his fruit soda. There are also pastries that they bake with their own hands.

Alex thought that happiness would last forever, just as the glory of the noble Barov family would last forever.

But his father didn't give him any more sentimental time. "Before it's all over, there's one thing I'm curious about - how did you guess I'm here? Son. Or is it just your luck, or is it ...... Misfortune? ”

The distance between the two was so close that they were separated by a shield that was not too thick, and so close that Alex could clearly see the blue glow in his eyes through the edge of the shield—it was the brand of the Lich King.

"Because this was once the family's treasure room, you never allowed us to set foot in this place."

The corners of his father's mouth curled up in satisfaction, and he quietly retracted his sword and slashed down in an instant. "You're just as smart, son. But. In the face of absolute power, your cleverness seems so humble. But I still love you, and I'd like to give you another chance - come back and join us. Your mother and sister and I have been waiting for you and that stupid Virton to come back. ”

"Absolutely...... Strength? Alex smiled too. I admit it. It's just that. Father, there is one thing, you are mistaken. ”

"What?"

Alex under the shield didn't know where the strength came from, and the sword that his father pressed on the shield was lifted by him inch by inch with difficulty but without question.

"Drink!!"

The sword under his hand seemed to rest on the eruption crater of a volcano, and the sudden burst of force overturned him, causing his upper body to involuntarily fall back a little. The sword in his hand was almost lost due to the slap of the shield.

"No!!" His eyes were fixed on the Barov family's heirloom sword, like an obsession, and he desperately grasped the glorious sword with both hands, forgetting everything else, including the action that was full of flaws because the door was wide open.

Alex didn't miss out on this opportunity. When his father was flawed by the deformation of his movements, he pulled out the one-handed thin sword sandwiched behind the shield with his backhand, decisively discarded the shield in his left hand, and clenched the sword in his hand with both hands.

This set of actions is like a smooth flow. It only took a blink of an eye.

"Poof!"

There was a slight noise.

Alex seemed to rush into his father's arms. The sharp weapon in his hand pierced into his father's abdomen, but the blade was so light as nothing when it pierced, and there was no trace of the stagnation that it should have when piercing into flesh.

Alex's father grinned.

"How naïve, son. What do you think...... Click......"

The sharp blade of the sword jerked and slashed. There was a dull feeling of cutting through the bones from the blade.

His mocking words had not yet been spoken, and the remaining half had been uttered forever.

"I know, father." Alex sadly reveals his incredible father.

With just such a simple sword, his father's upper and lower body were easily sliced open. It's like a red-hot knife cutting through butter. To know. Alex used a thin-bladed one-handed sword instead of a sharp, heavy two-handed sword.

But in any case, this is the case, the upper body of the father, who has lost his support, is about to slip off, and Alex hurriedly stretches out his left hand to support his father, who has lost the support of his lower body.

The lightness of his father's body in his hand was definitely not the weight that a normal man should have.

Alex's gaze was in the cave, but he tried his best to restrain it. Finally he said in a hoarse voice:

"It's over...... Father. It's all over, and so are your mistakes......"

The clothes on his father's body began to shatter in his arms, the texture began to shatter, and the light in his eyes that belonged to the Lich King dimmed. He seemed to smile and wanted to say something. But before the smile could unfold, it died out as the flesh and blood on his face disappeared. Before he could say the words, he was lost due to the collapse of the laryngeal muscles.

In the end, he struggled to raise his hand, did he want to make a final bit of a counterattack against this father-killing son, or did he want to touch the face of this long-lost son?

Alex will never know.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Alex was holding a complete white bone.

"Father's ......"

There was a clang, the sound of the Barov family heirloom sword, which could no longer be held by him, falling from the hands of the white bones to the ground.

In the dead silence, Alex clinged to his father's skeleton with his arms.

"Father, I ...... I want to hear you talk again, even if you scold me! But...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry! Father!! ”

He had known it for a long time...... His father was dead by then. Alive. It's just a body that was enslaved by the Lich King as the patriarch of the Barov family, and even if the flesh has turned into white bones, it is still enslaved and cannot be freed.

"I can't save you...... But I'm going to set you free...... Father. And the mother...... Sister ......"

"I suppose this disrespectful Forsaken General is worried."

Abrupt words drowned out the faint flow of air. The hoarse male voice was filled with bitter coldness and hatred.

"Who?" What a familiar sound.

Before Alex could turn around, he replied with a cold feeling coming from the dagger that stabbed his body in the back.

It's cold......

A feeling colder than death.

It stands to reason that such harm is nothing to the Forsaken. But strange things happened, Alex's body was limp and couldn't lift a trace of strength.

With the last of his strength, he turned his head, a familiar and unfamiliar face.

There was a familiar hesitation on his face, and the strange thing was that the childish face in his memory had become the face of a middle-aged man who could only vaguely distinguish the outline of the past.

"Brother! Brother Alex! Wait for me!! ”

"When I grow up, I'll definitely win against you, brother!!"

The little tail that used to always chase after him. The puffed up little bun who was always teased by the whole family because he couldn't beat him, the young man who was taken away by him but finally disappeared.

Now, he's grown up, too...... Even a little older than Alex.

The time of the dead is stagnant, while the time of the living is constantly moving forward.

"Wilton ......" younger brother......

You're not dead? That's great......

After that day's goodbye, I have always remembered you, all these years, where have you been? How are you doing?

Alex seems to have a thousand words to say to his brother who has been reunited for a long time. He seemed to have forgotten that it was the human in front of him, whom he called his brother, who had a dagger with poison in his back, and the reality that he could not utter a word now.

He didn't even have the strength to control the muscles in his throat. Alex's body went limp, and he fell silently on the pile of bones, beside the bones of his father he had just killed.

It's just that his gaze is still trying to move in the direction of the Barov family, the last blood of the Barov family, the body of his only brother.

He walked over to him, pulled the dagger from his body, and wiped the blood from his shirt.

But Alex's gaze began to crumble, and Wilton's figure began to blur. He seemed to hear what Wilton was whispering in his ear, but he couldn't hear anything either.

As his consciousness sank once again into the darkness of the familiar death, the last thing that came to his mind was:

The glory of the Barov family...... Will it continue......

Mick...... My dear...... I'm sorry......

The shadow of death loomed over him once more. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you, I'm not happy with my student's monthly pass! Happy and happy!!

I have been running to the hospital for the first two days, and I was too tired to sleep directly, so I came to build a big building~! Hee-hee~

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