"Father, why don't you leave Stomka to me, am I not qualified to inherit your Excalibur?"

"No, my child, you are my most satisfying heir, and my next king of Aratho."

"Why is that? You don't give me the stomma, the symbol of royal power? ”

"Because I want the empire to be at peace for a long time, because I want my people to regard my heirs as the legitimacy of the empire, and to regard my blood as a noble honor, rather than a sword to decide the throne."

After Zakhaz lost the suppression of the Sdomka, the core was no longer shackled, and even the enchantment created by a hundred paladins could not stop the pervasive shadow power from frantically surging into its body.

Carlos, on the other hand, could not stop Stamma from stuffing the memories of his master into his mind.

It was destined to be an uphill battle, with the overly realistic fragments of memories confusing Carlos's definition of the real and the unreal.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Carlos was a powerful mad demon sword technique when Zakaz was resurrected from Schrödinger.

Unfortunately, the effect was extremely limited, and the shadow healed Zakaz's wounds almost instantly.

Confusing memories strike again.

With all his feats, Soladin, whose hair began to turn gray, left the throne.

"Do you know what I'm most proud of in my life?"

"Defeated the trolls?"

"It's not."

"Built an empire?"

"Not exactly."

"I don't want to add the friendship of the elves."

The new king was expected to answer Soladin's question rather than praise his father.

If you change to Soladin when he was young, the big-eared shave has already pasted his son's face.

Now Soladin has become more peaceful and tolerant, he said calmly.

"What I am most proud of is leading my people from tribe to empire, condensing the will of millions into one name. Child, I hope that in the future, I will be most proud to have you as a son. ”

With that, the Emperor left Riptide Castle.

Zakhaz's "brain" kicks in, its dry body hungry for the shadows, its evil consciousness thirsting for blood, physical damage alone can't fatally damage the corruptor, Carlos leaves the monster's body and tries to infuse Stammka with holy light to deliver his strongest blow.

Unfortunately, Carlos failed.

Immersed in the source of darkness for a long time, Stonea instinctively repelled the Light.

A violent shadow explosion, the wind of the void swept across the field.

Carlos waved his hand, and against the backdrop of the shadows, the shattered holy light shone like a galaxy of stars.

Although Carlos didn't have time to change his tactics due to Excalibur's lack of cooperation, Stromka seemed to have the ability to devour the Shadow, and even though the storm of the Void Shadow shattered the shield that Carlos hastily launched, it did not seriously injure the sword-wielder.

With the shaking of the ground, Zakhaz's massive body stood.

The most faithful servants of the Old Gods have been resurrected.

Carlos is once again mired in the illusion of reminiscence.

"Alodi, you're so boring. Smile more, or you'll be blinded. ”

"Old thing, shut up, you're still so reckless at your age, you don't know anything about the Void Demon."

Naked and naked, Soradin allowed a handsome man to heal himself for the wounds on his chest, wounds caused by magic.

"Tell me, then, what's so terrible about that fragile scum?"

"Boundless, endless."

"You are so cute, is it so difficult to praise your father?"

"I don't have a father who is old enough to still play hand-to-hand combat with Void Demons."

"Alas, how cute you were back then, so small, and now you haven't learned anything except your own father......"

Alodi's men showed no mercy, and Soladin let out a cry of pain.

"Old thing, don't take it seriously, it's an enemy that the Creator can't completely defeat, it's only been a few years since you stepped into the transcendent realm, when the Burning Legion ravaged the ancient Kalimdor, and the dead demigods could fill the Keldaron Lake."

"Enemies of the Creator?"

Soladin was thoughtful.

Shocked by the ancient gossip, the original half-human, half-elf, Alodi, the original guardian of the Council of Tirisph, was actually the son of Soladin......

It doesn't seem like something unimaginable and unacceptable.

Carlos no longer bothered about Sdomka's inability to carry the Light, opened his wings of Light, and used all the Light to strengthen his body, Carlos confronted Zakhaz head-on, and Krasis's strong upper limbs similar to arthropod claws collided with the Divine Slayer, not at all like the collision of chitin and steel, but more like an asteroid hitting the ground.

There was a loud boom, kicking up a cloud of dust, and Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

Carlos was knocked back by more than ten steps due to the huge disparity in size, but it was found that after fully strengthening his body, the difference in strength was not obvious, which was great news.

It's just that damn memories come again.

"Great Azadas, tell me, where is the legion of Tyre?"

Soradin said, holding up the Sdomka god in his hand.

"I have brought with me the seal of unsealing, and I have the blood of loyalty in my veins, the great king of the rocks, and tell me the place where the Iron Legion of our lord Tyr sleeps."

"No, there is no Iron Legion anymore, and since you asked this question, you should understand what happened back then."

Adamas, Uldaman's guardian, responded to Soradin in an extremely slow tone.

"The numbers are not right, I've been to Northrend and I've been to the top of Utgard. I climbed the Storm Cliffs and met Torrim. Tell me, Azadas, and if you have not forgotten the fall of our lord Tyr, tell me where the original Iron Legion slumbered. ”

After a long silence, Azadas closed the door to the Hall of the Rocks, and each time the Titan Guardian lit a star lamp, an additional rift appeared in his body.

"Cursed flesh and blood cannot touch my friend's legacy. My siblings have betrayed the betrayal, not Torrim, not Mimiron, the other Guardians are all possible. The earth spirits are gone in my sleep, and my power is about to wither, and the followers of my friends, if you want to avenge your master, will take the curse from your own body. ”

"How can I get rid of the curse?"

"Origin Engine."

In a trance, Carlos heard the rapidly cooling sound of boiling magma flowing into the sea, announcing the depravity of his mind.

"Praise be to the Lord of a Thousand Throats, offer your flesh and soul, and the gates of the land of eternal life will be opened to you."

Zakaz's words had a corrosive magic, and the circle of holy light that the paladins chanted and maintained did not waver when the shadows exploded before they greeted it, but there was a great upheaval because of Crasis's words.