Since so much has happened in the millennia since Soladin's death, Locke has only picked out some important ones to talk about briefly. The capstone focuses on the question of not being his bloodline.

"So, you're not my heir," Soladin said in a gloomy tone, "my last bloodline disappeared into the world of the living more than ten years ago?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The phoenix blade in my hand was given to me by the regent of the elves of Quel's Salas, Lotheron, out of friendship with me. Their kingdom has changed dramatically because...."Locke stood on the surface of the clear lake, explaining the origin of this sword. Although it is a brushstroke, it has been talked about for a long time.

"Merry Donwind is right, no dynasty is permanent." Soladin looked at the lake with emotion, "I didn't expect that thousands of years later, the blood of the royal family of Araso would be cut off one day." ”

After sighing for a while, Soladin suddenly turned his head and looked at Locke carefully, until Locke's heart was furious, and he said, "My sword, the Sdomka Exterminator, is a divine weapon. We, the Arathi, have mastered the oldest method of forging weapons, which we had since before we lived as tribal groups. No one knows how old it is. ”

"I used this method and special metal to build my sword, and it has accompanied me through the greatest battles in history for years to come, and it has never disappointed me! It has saved me many times and made me come back from defeat to victory in countless battles. ”

Soladin looked at Locke with a smile, but his next words almost made Locke's jaw drop...

"Do you want it?"

"I—" Locke only felt that his mouth was dry, this was the sword of the first generation of human emperors! Who doesn't want it? In particular, when he is now the future king of Lordaeron...

"In the latter part of the Troll War, the grateful Quel'Thallas elves gave me a gift in private. Their greatest magisters and blacksmiths infused Stormka with powerful elven magic. Soladin looked at Locke with a smile, "I think it's the existence of this magic that has kept that evil god from awakening all these years. ”

"Obviously, my saber is a powerful artifact!"

"Hehe, you want it, right?" Soladin smiled meaningfully, "Then go down and defeat the enemy there." My sword is yours..."

"Your Majesty, why didn't you leave your sword to Arathi and leave it to your descendants?" Seduced by Soladin for a long time, Locke couldn't help but ask the question. It stands to reason that this legendary weapon will become the symbol of royal power of the Arathi royal family, how can it always be in his hands? "Perhaps, your empire won't be divided?"

"I broke with tradition and left Stormka by my side," Soladin conjured up his sword in the mist and held it in his hand, but Locke was still impressed by what he said, "I know you think, just like everyone else. But I have my considerations, Stormka has become a symbol of royal power, and I hope that the people of Arashi will see my heir as an orthodox crown prince, and not as a man by the sword. ”

"As the future king of Lordaeron, I think you can understand what I mean by this," Soladin said, but he said helplessly, "but in the end, as you know, Arathi died. ”

"But if you hand it over, Arathi probably won't perish." Locke said truthfully, if his juniors had this artifact-like weapon in their hands, how could the Alaso Empire have fallen to such a state?

"A true Arathi warrior will not tarnish his honor with cowardly deeds!" Unexpectedly, Soladin actually vetoed Locke's words with righteous words, "If this is really the case, then the royal family of Arathor deserves to lose the throne!" ”

Locke couldn't be right, the emperor was still the same as thousands of years ago, and regarded all difficulties as a kind of tempering of his honor...

"Your retainers, they seem to be ready." Soladin glanced back at Locke's back, his body slowly blurring, "I'll be waiting for you down there, kid." ”

"I hope you don't let me down..."

Locke watched him slowly disappear into obscurity.

He understood why the greatest and most legendary emperor in human history was using his sword. Especially after clarifying that he is not his blood junior.

He was afraid that he would ignore the affairs here, that he would let the demon in the mausoleum wake up. This is the evil result of his own hand, and he can only hope for himself in this way.

"Soradin... He's gone? Demetia asked softly behind Locke, who let out a long breath, "He's waiting for me below, and now I have another reason to go down." ”

"Your Excellency," Ral said in time, with a piece of red leather armor in his hand. Taking the leather armor, Locke nodded, and Master Chief left to prepare with the others.

Demetia strolled over and helped Locke remove the cloak from the shoulder pads on both sides. Then there were shoulder pads, arm pads, neck pads, breastplates, and so on, all of which were removed from the body and piled on the ground.

"Thank you," Locke shrugged helplessly in his shirt, thanking Demethia, who just smiled and didn't speak.

Strange to say, Demetia seems to be because of her status as a great sage, or something. Let Locke always have a bosom friend to her, Locke has never hidden himself in front of her, and she can guess what she thinks in her heart for the first time.

This wordless understanding has always been maintained between the two, ever since Locke first met Demytia.

Changing into lightweight, swimmer-friendly leather armor, Locke turned to look at Demytia, "I'll go down with the Tyr guards, and you and the remaining ten guards will stay here to cover our rear..."

"No, I need to go down too." Demytia shook her head very resolutely, she looked at Locke with a smile, "Your fate is clear, but as I said, there is still my fate in it." ”

"But how are you going down—" Locke pointed to the red bishop's uniform on her body, wouldn't it be soaking wet if she went on like this? How embarrassing is it in front of other people?

"Ha, sir, I'm afraid you've forgotten that we're clergy?" Demetia summoned a cloud of golden light, and Locke suddenly realized! Well, the light can evaporate the moisture from the clothes....

"Evelena! Vika! Now go down and make your way ahead. Be careful to hide yourself and don't be discovered by those down there! ”

Not far away, the Tyr Guards, under the command of Old Tawad, two young guards were the first to dive into the water and dive towards the entrance to the mausoleum below.

Ten men remained on Locke's side, under the command of Ral, guarding the dwarf who was suspected of being the leader and guarding their rear. Originally, Locke didn't plan to let the guards follow, although it is not clear what happened below, but Soladin the Great had already fallen inside. Locke didn't think he was better than him, and it was clear that this was still a battle that could be sacrificed at any moment!

Led by Old Tawad and Gaverd, Locke took a deep breath and Dmytia dived into the cold waters.

Locke opened his eyes, and thanks to the bright moonlight, everything at the bottom of the lake was clearly visible. He turned his head to look at Demitea beside him, and since the stubborn woman had to come down, her robes were not very convenient for her to swim in the lake. Locke tried to push her forward, but she stopped her, and swam forward.

The down-to-line dive is not very long, probably less than five minutes, which is acceptable to everyone. Of course, if these people are ordinary people, I am afraid that this diving distance has drowned them in the water.

In the middle of a broken stone slab, a huge black hole was revealed that led to the ground, as if it were the mouth of a monster that could devour anyone who entered it.

Gaffold turned his head and waved at them, then swam in first, followed by a few guards, then Demytia. Locke and Tawad dove in together, and to his surprise, there was still light in it! With the inexplicable light that appeared in this deep underwater cave, he struggled to swim towards the light ahead.

In about two minutes, Locke emerged from the water, and he breathed in the slightly dull air in a hurry, until the figure in front of him was no longer blurred, and he wiped the lake water from his face.

There were several men standing on the shore, and the guards who had arrived early and the guards of Tyre were already standing there to greet them.

Locke coughed slightly, sitting on the muddy floor at the water's edge. Warm holy light appeared and burrowed into the bodies of everyone around them. The moisture in Bishop Demytia's robes had evaporated and dried, and with the help of her light, everyone had become warm.

"My lord, someone did come in." The woman in the Tyre Guard, Evelena, led the group to the entrance. The huge ugly monster corpse fell to the ground along with the human corpse, and there were many dark spots of light around it, dipped into the earth.

Is this a sleepless?!

Locke was amazed to see the corpse of a monster on the ground that looked like an elephant!

You can't go wrong! The iconic facial tentacles, the arms and feet are not fully developed!

Who killed this powerful guy who can manipulate human minds?!

"Did you send scouts?" Locke looked up and asked, now that they could be discovered by the people who came in early at any time, they had to be careful. Of course, Locke is very welcoming to such people who are willing to clear the way for themselves.

"Vika and your guards are scouting ahead," Evelena said, tilting her neck and looking at the sound of footsteps in the dark passageway, "No, here it is." Although he has a bit of a bad brain, he is very good at tracking prey. ”

"I noticed a lot of blood in front of me, human blood." In the dark passage, the tall guard of the Vika dragon came over. He pondered what he had seen, and as he struggled, he said, "I also saw them in the hall in front of me, trying to remove the sledgehammer from the top of the hall..."