At this moment, although Alexandros seems to have fully recovered to the peak of strength, but in essence, this is Alexandros tried his best to fish and completely burst out his holy light power, which can indeed suppress the heavy damage to his internal organs, but this also puts him in an extremely dangerous situation, if he can kill a way out, then, what awaits him is that for a long time, he will not be able to recover his liliang, let alone recover to the peak level, Even if you want to return to the ordinary level, it is full of questions!

Of course, this is still a more haode ending, and it is more likely that he can get out of the siege of this scourge army......

If there is another less than happy ending, that is, Alexandros will still not be able to escape from the encirclement of the Scourge Legion even if he bursts out of his Holy Light power like this, then even if the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Scourge Undead do not kill him, he will not be in any danger, because at that time, Alexandros has completely collapsed the foundation of his own faith, the Source of Light......

Both cases, Alexandros himself is quite clear, after all, it is his own body.

However, Alexandros still chose to pass on his strongest weapon, the Bright Sword 'Ember Bringer', to his son Renault, and he himself picked up Renault's broken long sword, which he didn't think he could escape from the encirclement of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the more than 10,000 Scourge undead, after all, Alexandros's name as the Ash Messenger was too dazzling, and the Scourge Legion had endured it for so long. Only then did he finally seize the opportunity. Trapping him in isolation. In the embattled Jedi, how could they be allowed to escape?

It was after Alexandros figured this out that he resolutely passed the Sword of Light 'Ember Bringer' to his eldest son, Renault!

When Alexandros shoved the Bright Sword 'Ember Bringer' into Renault's hand, and he picked up Renault's long sword and rushed towards Baron Rivendell, he was already determined to die to entangle the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, the highest combat power of the Scourge Legion, so that Renault could use the Light Sword 'Ember Bringer' in his hand to break out of the encirclement of these scourge undead.

But. What Alexandros never dreamed of was that when he threw himself into Rivendell, his back hurt, and then a sharp long sword pierced from his back, even if he was wearing the paladin suit specially created by the Silver Hand Knights for these paladins who had entered the legendary realm, he couldn't stop even a second, the paladin's armor, which was usually extremely tough, and even the sword and arrow fell on it, it didn't leave a deep trace, it was like a thin layer of window paper, Directly pierced by that long sword. Immediately, this sharp long sword. It pierced straight into his body, and then, through his chest......

When Alexandros looked down, when he saw the small half of the sword body peeking out of his chest, he was completely furious!

No one was more familiar with the small half of the sword that peeked out of his chest, and it could not be said that there was no one more familiar with this sword than him, the sword he had just given to his eldest son, Renaud Mograine, known as the Holy Sword of Light, and the Ashbringer of the hands of the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard of Ironforge!

Alexandros immediately turned his head to look behind him, he wanted to see who could snatch the Light Sword 'Ember Bringer' from Renault's hand in silence?

He wanted to see who was so insidious and despicable to shoot behind people's backs!

When Alexandros turned his head to look, he found that he did not see the ugly and dirty faces of the undead of the natural disaster that he imagined, but the few remaining members of the guard, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, their faces were full of surprise and horror......

Alexandros's gaze also turned, and he happened to see his son Renaud, who was withdrawing his arm!

At the same time, Alexandros felt a pain in his heart, and before he could react, the Bright Holy Sword Ash Bringer, after being stained with the blood of countless natural calamity spirits, actually pierced into his own body and stained with his blood when it changed hands for the first time!

Alexandros tried to turn his head to look back, but he couldn't see who had stabbed him in the back, he could only see the scarred guards, now standing there one by one, with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, with a look of astonishment and fear mixed with extreme distortion.

Alexandros knew that although these guards were not very good in terms of strength, they had been on the battlefield for a long time, and their mental will was extremely tenacious, not to mention this kind of distorted facial expression, it was not easy to change their faces, but now, they were so shocked, obviously, what they saw was too shocking for them to accept!

In this way, Alexandros wanted to see who was attacking him from behind, so he turned his head behind him with all his might, his eyes following the gaze of the guards who looked like wooden clay sculptures......

It was a slender and well-proportioned hand, a hand accustomed to using a sword, because this hand was very stable, although it seemed that this slender and well-proportioned hand, Liliang was not big, but this hand was as strong and stable as a rock, and the hilt of the Ash Bringer was held by this hand.

When Alexandros saw the hand that was slowly pulling back, he couldn't help but be stunned......

Because, this hand he knows!

In fact, it's not just that simple as knowing each other, this hand is too familiar to him!

From the moment the owner of this hand was born, Alexandros cared for him, and when the owner of this hand began to grasp Zhou, Alexandros carved a handful of wood with the highest number of wood. The Ash Bringer's exact small model was stuffed into the palm of this hand, and when the owner of this hand slowly grew up, and when the chubby, fleshy little hand slowly grew larger, so big that the owner of this hand could start knightly training, and when this hand could hold a real long sword, Alexandros personally taught the owner of this hand, teaching him how to swing the sword, how to use the sword, and how to fight......

As the owner of this hand grew up, and as this hand became more and more liliang, Alexandros' training and requirements became more and more stringent, because, when Alexandros stepped down from the battlefield, he saw with his own eyes the horror of the Scourge Legion, and he also personally experienced the vast power of the Holy Sword of Light 'Ember Bringer' that he possessed, therefore, he and his Holy Sword of Light 'Ember Bringer' became more and more famous, and even the races of the alliance nations awarded him' The title of 'Ember Bringer', the same name as the Sword of Light in his hand, made Alexandros train Renault even more harshly......

Because, Alexandros understands that since the races of the alliance have awarded him the title of 'Ember Messenger', it means that more people are paying attention to the fate of this Bright Sword, although Renault is his son, although Renault's strength is also quite good in the Knights of the Silver Hand, but that does not mean that he is the only person who can inherit this Bright Sword!

Therefore, Alessandros can only use the most stringent standards to demand Renault, so that his strength and conduct far surpass his peers, in order to truly inherit the Light Holy Sword 'Ash Bringer'!

However, Alexandros never imagined that he would be so painstakingly paving the way for his son Renault, but at the end of this road, when he finally passed on the Bright Sword 'Ember Bringer' to Renault as he wished, his son actually used this Bright Sword to stab himself in the back to the heart!

Alexandros struggled to turn his head to look behind him, looking at the familiar hand, at the familiar sword of light, at the familiar Ash Bringer, at the familiar flesh and blood, and suddenly a thought sprung up in his mind, "People say that fate is like a knife, which means that no one knows when, where, and by whom this knife will be held in their hands and stabbed themselves!" (To be continued......)

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