Darien...... My good son—"

Alexandros, whose head was no longer lifted, said with a relieved smile as he pressed it against his son's chest. The blood gushing out of his mouth made him cough and couldn't stop saying what he wanted to say.

"Father, no, father...... Don't say anything. That's not how it shouldn't be, you know...... Obviously, you can dodge it. ”

Darien always felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar, and even the heartache with him at the moment was unusually distinctly familiar. But he refused to think about it. He was overwhelmed like a child who had done something wrong, and he could only cry. At the same time, he tried to hold his father, trying with his hands to stop the blood that was flowing from his wounds.

Darien's actions made Alexandros' smile on his face even more reassuring. But time was running out, and he was finally free from the Lich King's grasp, and he had to tell his son what he hadn't said at the time.

This time, he didn't want to leave any regrets.

"My son, I love my proudest son the most...... I don't know how to express my gratitude to you, you saved my soul. But the price was that you did the sinful thing in my place. ”

"No, father, what are you talking nonsense?" Darien's father was stunned by his words, and his head began to ache, as if something was about to burst his brain. Some of the memories he had deliberately forgotten gradually became vivid.

Naxxramas ......

His father, as now, armed with the Fallen Ash Messenger, fights him.

Yes...... yes, yes.

At that time, as now, he had already killed his father.

"I'm sorry, father!" The unspeakable guilt made Darian look away and not dare to face his father's face.

He's a patricide! How many times, his Messenger of Ashes, the sword, reminded him of how he had snatched it from his father's hands. Even if everyone thinks he's doing the right thing. But only Darien. He himself could not forgive himself.

So in front of the chapel, he chose to be martyred, saving the chapel at the cost of his own soul, saving the silver dawn. Save the father. But he didn't want to end it all by escaping with his own death.

All this, how could Alexandros, who knew his son best, not understand.

He loved this little son the most, not only because he lost his mother when he was young, but also because of the almost cowardly kindness of his character. He almost wanted to get even when he knew he was doing the right thing. How the child would still be harsh on his heart.

"No, good boy!" Alexandros struggled to raise his hand and shook Darien's hand hard. "You're doing a great job! You saved me. You have freed me from the Lich King's curse and returned me to the Place of Light. It's the one thing you do the most right! ”

Dary listened quietly to Alexandros' somewhat staccato words.

"But...... That's too much to pay. My baby. I made such a great sacrifice for me at that time, but I could not save you, and I could not express my gratitude to you. Today, however, the Light has finally given me a chance. ”

"My child, it's time for you to break free from the Lich King's grasp."

"Use your sword to wash away the sins you have committed. Here's the opportunity......"

Alexandros' body gradually became illusory and light.

"Father's !!" Darian's eyes gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help but cry out in anxiety.

The lights around me became brighter and brighter. The melody of a sacred hymn came from afar.

In this gentle and beautiful melody, Alexandros's body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into bright points of light and slowly disappeared.

"Thank the Light! Let me see you again......"

Darian blankly maintained a gesture of embracing his hands, and through the empty embrace, only the afterglow of a sentence kept echoing in his ears.

"Child, I love you......"

Darien couldn't hold back his tears. He clenched his arms as if he could hug his vanished father.

"Father...... I will. ”

Darien slowly opened his eyes.

No one noticed Darien's reaction, as it was a time of unprecedented crisis for Silver Dawn.

"This voice ......"

Fordin's eyes widened in disbelief. He immediately assumed a vigilant posture and looked around to try to find the source of the sound. "Arthas, you coward! Since you're here. Don't you dare to come out and fight me? ”

"You know what's buried under the chapel. So you don't dare to show your face, do you?! You sent these Death Knights to their deaths, right? Then I'm telling you now, your plot has been completely broken!! ”

"Old thing, do you think I'm failing?" The Lich King's voice was visibly irritated.

"If it weren't for ...... Now you and the unknown Silver Dawn should be finished! Waste is waste! ”

All the attention was on Old Ferdin, who was fighting with the Lich King.

One by one, the dead riders opened their eyes. Their eyes were still burning with ice-blue flames, but their expressions were extremely calm. They listened blankly to the Lich King's voice. It's like listening to a stranger.

"You...... Treat them as outcasts from the beginning, don't you? These poor people whose beliefs you have twisted and distorted. ”

The Lich King smiled with a smug emphasis. "yes, you're right. Fordin. I sent them to their deaths. Their lives are meaningless, but yours are different...... Put the great Tirio. It's really easy for Ferding to figure it out. You've been exposed, paladin. No one can save you......"

An ice-blue bolt of lightning slashed into the air, falling to the ground and stirring up a cloud of white smoke.

"I wanted this waste to do this. However, something went wrong. So you still have to do it yourself. ”

With these threatening words, the white smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a tall figure.

"Alsace!! How dare you show up here! ”

Furding clenched the hammer in his hand.

"Ah...... I didn't expect anyone to resist my soul control. "The Lich King is covered in armor, including his head, and no one can look at where his white eyes are." Still, it doesn't matter. It's just a minor issue and it doesn't affect the end result of the matter. ”

He giggled, slowly pulled out the cursed sword at his waist, Frost Sorrow, and stepped forward, his mouth spitting out a breath like ice.

"Prepare for your end, Fordin." (To be continued.) )