Ever since he had repelled the living men who had attacked Naxxramas yesterday, High Lord Mograini had always felt that something was wrong, but every time he tried to ponder it, he was always interrupted by various things, and he did not have time to ponder it.

Now that there was no one, he was going to ponder what that feeling was wrong, but just then, a muffled siren sounded, and another invasion of Naxxramas was incurred.

"The living who don't know whether they are alive or dead!" The High Lord Mograini couldn't figure out what was going on, he pulled out the Fallen Ash Messenger stuck in the ground next to him, and turned over and jumped onto the undead warhorse.

He saw Duchess Braumukus draw his rune sword and rush out, and immediately there was a fierce battle outside the door, and the sound of metal striking when the weapons collided was incessant, just by hearing this sound, he could confirm that it was a fierce battle.

Just when he was about to go out to support, Duchess Braumukos suddenly flew in in embarrassment, and only half of the rune sword in his hand was left, seeing this scene, Mograine stopped, he still knew more about the strength of Duchess Braumus, and the other party could defeat Duchess Braumukus so quickly, which meant that he was definitely a strong opponent.

In the next second, a familiar figure stepped into his field of vision, and at that moment, the feelings he thought had been completely abandoned suddenly struggled and tumbled up from the depths of his soul, so that he did not attack at the first time, but shouted in a low voice that was a little distracted: "Darian!" ”

"Father!" Darion, who came in through the gate, was dressed in paladin armor and carried a two-handed sword in his hand, he was so high-spirited, surrounded by surging holy light, just looking at him, Mograine, who was already an undead, had a feeling of being burned.

"I'm here to help you out, my father!" He heard Darion cry out in an emotional voice, "Let me redeem your soul with my own hands, Father!" ”

At that moment, an incomparably strong emotion welled up in his heart, and Mograini almost agreed, but in the next second, the hatred and curse against his father-killer Renault once again prevailed, and the power from the Lich King also joined in, instantly defeating the emotions that should not be there.

His gaze quickly became cold, and he slowly but surely lifted the fallen Ash Messenger, and then shouted in a cold voice: "Life is meaningless, only death can make you understand the true meaning of human nature!" ”

Without any further hesitation, the undead warhorse under his crotch rushed over with four hooves, and with the momentum of the warhorse, he lifted the fallen Ash Messenger and slashed at Darien with a powerful slash.

"Father!" Darien shouted in frustration, but looking at the oncoming ash bringer, he still held the two-handed greatsword in both hands, and the same sword met it, and the two-handed sword that shimmered with bright holy light collided with the fallen ash bringer wrapped in the power of a huge shadow and let out a huge roar.

Mograine's body shook violently, the power transmitted from his arm was greater than he expected, if he was still alive, he would be very pleased with his son's growth, but now, the power of the Lich King controlled his soul, even in the face of his own son, he did not hesitate, he wielded the fallen ash bringer, launched a stormy attack.

The two of them scuffled through the hall, the floor and walls shattered by the clash of light and shadow, and the occasional undead who came to their aid were torn apart by the aftermath as soon as they intervened, and the ground was covered with the stumps of the undead.

Darien was not Mograini's opponent at first, and his fighting style was still Mograine's teaching, which was naturally not as good as Mograini, but the Holy Light's restraint on the undead and the paladin's ability to continue fighting still allowed him to persevere.

However, as time passed, he grew up rapidly, and his attack style, which was still a little immature and blunt, quickly became mature, and he was pressed and beaten by Mograini from the beginning, and gradually grew into an equal match, and even began to suppress Mograini in turn.

Such an astonishing growth rate finally paid off, when Mograini's condescending sword fell, the undead war horse could not withstand such a fierce battle, and a leg bone fell to the ground in response, Mograini did not expect such a change at all, and the sword that fell with all his strength suddenly deviated from the direction.

In the next second, the long sword in Darian's hand bloomed with an unprecedented strong light, a sword slashed into his chest, penetrated out from his back, and almost cut his body in half, but what really caused him enough damage was the surging holy light, and the holy light that penetrated into his body together with the long sword clashed fiercely with the power of death, and instantly destroyed most of this body.

The fallen Ember Bringer tumbled and fell to the ground, and Mograine's eyes throbbed violently and slipped off his horse, but as an undead, he didn't have much emotion, he lay on the ground and looked at Darien: "Death is inevitable, the Lich King's legions are irresistible, my son, you will be one of them!" ”

Half-kneeling in front of him, Darien reached out and picked up the fallen Ash Messenger, and suddenly said, "I already know the cause of your death, it was Renault who killed you, so I have gone to the Scarlet Abbey to arrest him, and what awaits him will be a righteous judgment!" ”

Hearing this, Mograine's eyes were full of soul fire, the long-term hatred and curse for the rebel son Renault was the root of his soul's fall, and now when he heard that Renault was about to be judged, even as an undead, he controlled the anger in his heart.

"My father, the rebel son who kills his father will be severely punished, but what about you?" Darien said slowly: "You who used to fight on the front line of the battle against the undead, but now you have become the most hated undead, this is the most difficult thing for you to accept, right?" ”

"You don't understand the power of the Lich King!" Mograini said with difficulty.

But Darien ignored his words and said to himself: "My father, I still remember when I was very young, you taught me how to use the sword, I admired you so much, you are the strongest person in my heart, I have dreamed of being a great paladin like you since I was a child!" ”

Mograini stopped talking, and the soul fire in his eyes was beating fiercely.

"Father, I joined the Knights of the Silver Hand and tried to become a great paladin like you, but at this time, I heard the news that you became a Knight of the Apocalypse, and at that moment, I had already made up my mind!"

Darien said: "My father, you are the greatest paladin in my heart, you can die a glorious battle, but to be the scourge you have been fighting against is the greatest insult to you, if you are still alive, you must think so, so I want to redeem your soul, as the son who worships you the most, it is my responsibility!" ”

"It just so happened that I learned a trick, and its name is martyrdom!" He looked down at the motionless Mograine, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "My father, for you, I am willing to give even a thousand lives!" ”

The soul fire in Mograine's eyes flickered violently, he already knew what Darien was going to do, and at that moment, extremely strong emotions poured out uncontrollably from the depths of his soul, and he wanted to shout, to stop what was about to happen.

But the cold and evil power from the Lich King swept in, like a fortress in front of him, so that strong emotions could only roll in the depths of the soul, but could not break through to the surface, let alone break out of the Lich King's control and control the body.

Therefore, in Darien's opinion, he did not react at all, but Darien was mentally prepared for this, he smiled gently, and finally looked at Mograini with great attachment, and then he said softly: "Farewell, my father, I love you more than myself!" ”

With that, he picked up the fallen Ember Messenger and stabbed himself in the chest with the sword without hesitation.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him who was slowly falling down by the Ash Bringer piercing his chest, it was as if a string had suddenly broken in Mograine's mind, and the strong emotions that had been suppressed by the Lich King grew a thousand times stronger at this moment, like a flood that washed away the Lich King's evil power and quickly took over his whole body.

At last he uttered his first cry of sorrow: "No, my son! ”

He is finally free from the Lich King's control......