(I asked for a collection, thanks to the 300 starting coins of the 5 rewards!!) If you urge the change, I'll add one more one)

"Don't come here, I'm fine!"

Bellukr drew his sword, clutched his chest, and held off the influx of guards with one hand.

How can it be okay? Although it was not his heart, a huge wound had been cut in his chest by the sword, blood flowed out like a stream, and his face turned pale and painful.

It seems that even if he does not die, he will have to lie in a hospital bed for at least a few months. Even the best pastors are going to be nerve-wracking about this situation, right?

"Is that okay?"

Bellukr asked, leaning over and looking at Kalia.

Kalia gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"Yes?"

Belluker's eyes darkened, then he gasped and smiled bitterly:

"Unfortunately, that's all I can do."

He has his subordinates and there are many places where he is needed, so Bellukr cannot die.

At least, not now.

Death, nothing can be solved!

"I apologize, maybe an apology doesn't make up for my mistakes"

Beluker looked around at the dead refugees, and said with a trembling corner of his mouth:

"This is all caused by me alone, and it has nothing to do with my guards, so I will definitely suffer this consequence alone!"

As he spoke, the guards around him bowed their heads and fell silent.

This group of weak professionals did not intend to kill these refugees themselves, but only faithfully carried out the orders of their masters.

Kael'thas stared at them coldly, not speaking.

Belluker's words are not entirely wrong, the world is like this, the low-status and the weak-minded can only follow those who are high-level. Not everyone has the highest justice and ideals, and more people have to fight for their families, for money, and for a better survival!

"I will take responsibility for my crimes, bury them, and investigate the families of these people, and in the future, I will take care of and protect them in my lifetime."

Belluker said.

"So, please put down your sword."

He looked at Kalia and pleaded.

[Just let him go?] 】

Kalia looked at Beluker, thought, and then lowered her sword little by little.

What else can be done?

[This is already the best result.] 】

Belluker's failure was not because she was strong, but simply because of his own introspection.

She is not a true winner, and the result is a handout from others, so she is not qualified to continue to ask for more.

And they're all dead

The fact that they are dead can no longer be changed, and isn't it the best outcome for Belukr to take care of their family and pay for their sins?

【】

Despite her unwillingness and remorse, Kalia could only choose this outcome.

"Thank you"

Bowing her head deeply towards Kalia, Belukel nodded back to the guards before falling to the ground with a thud.

"Lord Belluker!!"

The guards stepped forward, hurriedly picked him up, and carefully escorted him to Nanhai Town.

"Your Light Is Beautiful"

As he was leaving, Bellukr said to Kalia with his tired eyes open.

Kalia didn't reply.

After they left, Kael'thas sighed and walked towards Kalia.

But Kalia suddenly ran to the corpse of the old man in red and began to cry loudly.

"Wow, whimper, whimper"

She put down her sword, and her trembling little hand touched the old man's godless eyes, and tears were dripping down in large drops, and then she closed it.

"Sorry woo"

Without the slightest fear of the corpse, Kalia lay on the old man and cried.

What was she regretting?

Kael'thas knew that the little girl must have taken the blame on herself in her heart, thinking that she had brought these people to death.

But in reality, there was nothing wrong with her.

【Black Dragon Princess, Onexia】

Only Kael'thas guessed the culprit of everything, secretly guilty of his lack of caution.

Of course, this doesn't really have much to do with him. Kael'thas had already noticed the black dragon princess, but he didn't understand Belluker's paranoia about blood, and he couldn't notice that the black dragon princess's plan was so simple and crisp.

That black dragon princess, how far has her grasp of people's hearts reached?

It should be said that it is no wonder that he will be in the Stormwind Kingdom in the future?

"It's a pity, I thought I'd die."

However, even Kael'thas didn't know that the black dragon princess in the shadows was not satisfied with this behavior, and stared at Belukr in the distance and sighed.

"Another wasted opportunity to increase its impact."

With Beluker here, all the nobles' eyes will be focused on him, and Princess Black Dragon will have to find a way to increase her influence in the noble circle of Nanhai Town.

[But what the hell is that guy?] 】

She glanced at Kael'thas again with some confusion, and was confused and found nothing, so she had to go quietly.

Kalia was still crying

Before Belluker's guards could return to collect the bodies, several refugees emerged from the dark forest.

Three children, a middle-aged man

Seems to be a survivor in hiding.

Kael'thas turned to look at them, their eyes dark, silent, and they quietly bent down towards Kael'thais.

That's the etiquette of thanksgiving

[Don't thank me!] 】

Kael'thas smiled wryly and secretly pointed to Kalia, who was crying quietly.

The big man looked at Kalia

Bathed in moonlight

This girl in armor, the holy light on her body has not been extinguished, she is holding a bell tied with a red thread, slowly bending down and standing up

Even when viewed from the side, you can still see her sad blue eyes, which are exuding a strong color

Teardrops dripped from her eyes, one by one, reflecting the light of the Holy Light, like pearls

This picture is deeply imprinted in my heart.

The big man pressed the heads of the children, bowed sincerely, and then staggered into the darkness.

Years later, in the age of the Orc Wars, when the man once again saw the crying girl tonight from afar, he knew her identity.

So he started to print this scene of tonight on the canvas little by little.

And time turns

When the maiden took up the sword, picked up the glory of the royal family, led her people through sorrow, and succeeded to the throne

The painting became known to the world, and then became famous

Sadly, in the midst of the scramble, it quickly fell from the hands of the first owner who died

It wasn't until centuries later that it was rediscovered and set in the tulip-scented courtyard of the royal family.