At this moment, the demonic spear in their hands trembled in their hands, and their eyes were full of awe.

In this way, Xiao Hong walked all the way forward, and the palace guards retreated all the way, and finally stopped on the square in front of the Hall of King David, and behind it was the Hall of King David, and there was no way to retreat.

On the other hand, Xiao Hong glanced at the palace guards blocking the door of King David's Hall, closed his eyes slightly, his right hand had already tightly grasped the Ice Faith, and then slowly pulled it out, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at King David's Hall.

"Do you know it? This is Harrison's weapon, I, Xiao Hong, am Harrison, I am the indomitable will of the Lordaeron people, you can abandon everything for the sake of faith, in the name of the king of Lordaeron, I order you to kneel!" Xiao Hong suddenly let out a low voice, the voice was full of haughty, majestic and inviolable atmosphere, this is the spirit of the king of Lordaeron!

When the long, when the long, when the long......

Just as Xiao Hong's words came out, the sound of the demonic spear falling came one after another, and all the palace guards had completely lost the courage to fight against Xiao Hong and the king of Lordaeron.

Although they only obeyed the orders of Loris, they had to obey the orders of King Lordaeron, and at this moment, all the palace guards had the illusion that standing in front of them was Harrison, the unscrupulous soul of Lordaeron.

"Meet His Majesty Xiao Hong, the minister is willing to swear allegiance to the death. Standing in the queue, Guan Jian Chang looked at Xiao Hong's deep and majestic face, directly put down the weapon in his hand, and knelt in front of Xiao Hong without hesitation, and lowered his head deeply, and his title was not "Your Highness", but "Your Majesty", the difference between one word and the meaning is intriguing.

With Guan Jian Chang half kneeling in front of Xiao Hong, Guan Jian Chang's team. They also knelt down one after another, then the entire brigade, and finally all the palace guards laid down their weapons and bowed in front of Xiao Hong. At this moment, they had no hesitation and decided to surrender to Xiao Hong, betray Loris, and betray Skyrim Province, but they were loyal to the Lordaeron race and their unyielding faith.

Xiao Hong did not speak. Instead, he once again aimed his cold gaze at the Hall of King David, the seat of the supreme power of the Skyrim Province, and then took another step, passed through the palace guards, and strode towards the Hall of David, followed by Flo, Tie Nan and Wo Shi, the three most loyal subordinates of Xiao Hong.

Come to the door of King David's hall. Xiao Hong hesitated slightly, but finally put his hands on the huge wooden door and pushed it hard.

Bang!

The sound of a wooden door hitting the wall rang out. The scene of King David's hall was once again presented in front of Xiao Hong, and what was different was that Xiao Hong's gaze was no longer respectful, but cold.

Loris, who had been sitting on the throne, looked at the door being pushed open heavily, his expression did not change much, but he looked at the door with hope, looking at Xiao Hong, who was carrying the belief in ice, the black cloak. Drifting in the cold wind, under the black coat and hat, Loris couldn't see what kind of expression Xiao Hong was.

And what he could see was that the palace guards were half-kneeling behind Xiao Hong and surrendering!

Time. The empty and quiet hall was quiet, and at both ends of the royal hall, there were Loris and Xiao Hong, as if it was a kind of confrontation.

"Xiao Hong, you're here. Loris showed a faint desolate smile, looked at Xiao Hong, and said softly.

Xiao Hong stepped forward a few steps and came to the steps of the throne, the ice faith in his hand had already touched the ground, the mottled sword body exuded bursts of cold air, and the magic patterns on it also exuded a faint blue light, and the frost dragon head above the sword grid also shone with blue light.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, Xiao Hong bent down little by little, his knees were aggrieved, he half-knelt in front of Lloris, and lowered his head slightly, and then said in a low voice: "Meet Your Majesty Lloris." ”

"What are you doing here?" Loris was very calm and calm, looking at Xiao Hongdao.

"From the day I Xiao Hong came to Skyrim Province, I, Xiao Hong, have regarded you as a relative, the only one, but now I must defend the faith of the Lordaeron people, defend the unyielding dignity of the Lordaeron Empire, even if I give up everything, I am here to say goodbye to Lord Loris, the Lordaeron Empire will not fall, the Lordaeron race will not perish, for this I can lose everything. ”

After saying that, Xiao Hong raised his head suddenly, those cold eyes were already full of endless momentum, cold, noble, and resolute Harrison's eyes, and the light of ice faith in his hand began to shine.

Then Xiao Hong stood up suddenly, took off the huge coat and hat, revealing the vicissitudes of white hair, his expression had become extremely fierce, holding the Ice Faith, slowly stepped on the steps of the throne, and raised the Ice Faith in his hand in the face of Loris.

"Farewell, I, Xiao Hong, am the real King of Lordaeron!" Xiao Hong said word by word, his eyes were wet red, and then the ice faith in his hand was heavily split!

Burst!

The sound of a blade cutting through flesh and blood came mercilessly, and then looking at the Ice Faith in Xiao Hong's hand, it had already slashed diagonally from Loris's shoulder to his chest, straight to his ribs, and blood suddenly gushed out.

On the other hand, Loris didn't move from beginning to end, letting the blood gurgle out, and then still glanced at Xiao Hong with that hopeful gaze, and then slowly closed his eyes, and fell from the throne to the ground little by little, and the ice faith in his hand was red with blood again.

Flo, Iron Man, and Woshi half-knelt on the ground, not making the slightest sound, but bowing their heads slightly to Lorris.

Click, click.

Two lines of tears have overflowed from Xiao Hong's eyes again and fell to the ground, and Xiao Hong's expression is still full of coldness and perseverance, and behind this perseverance, there is endless sadness.

No one knows that the most heart-wrenching assassination of Loris is Xiao Hong, and Xiao Hong also has to bear the charge of killing the monarch and even killing his father, but at this point, Loris will not die, and can only watch Lordaeron completely perish.

Let's go.

Slowly pulled out the royal decree of Lloris from his waist, and threw it next to Lloris's corpse, Xiao Hong held the blood-soaked ice faith, slowly turned around, did not look at anyone, walked slowly past the half-kneeling Flo, slowly stepped out of the palace, and walked in the direction of Moding Mountain.

In the snow, the mottled armor, the torn cloak, and the sparse and vicissitudes of life form a unique picture in front of everyone, which makes people sigh and bow down!

It's ridiculous, Xiao Hong can sacrifice everything for the rise of Lordaeron.

When the gate of the palace was lowered, Xiao Hong had been crowned king, and when he set foot on the road to Moding Mountain, Xiao Hong had already understood that this road was the point of no return.

Everything Xiao Hong has done is not to be immortal, not to obtain eternal life, but to hope that Lordaeron can make a comeback and make a comeback, the prophet cannot predict the future, Lordaeron cannot end the present, what Lordaeron can do is only to understand that "love is useless, hate is boundless", only hatred can make people excited, and let Lordaeron people sound the belated death knell for others.

Moding Mountain, as cold as ever, the cyan ice cubes are still like sharp claws, opening their teeth and dancing claws to the sky.

The white snow has turned into a cold blizzard here, mixed with cold winds, whistling by.

Xiao Hong alone, just like that, quietly marching on this snowfield, his back on this vast snowfield, it seemed extra small, only behind him, leaving a long footprint, towards the Moding Mountain, gradually drifting away, lonely and lonely.

In the sky, the cold snow was still drifting, but it couldn't hide Xiao Hong's footprints and the desolate back.

And Xiao Hong's face, except for the two lines of tears, there is no compassion in sight, only calmness, peace, and the coldness and depth like this blizzard.

The Ice Faith dragged in his hand exuded a sad light in the snow.

Behind Xiao Hong, there was Lordanlun's sad cry, behind Xiao Hong, Lordanlun's helpless gaze, and behind Xiao Hong, Lordanlun was on the verge of extinction.

Raising his head, he looked at the Moding Mountain in front of him, towering, straight, like an unyielding sword, inserted in the very center of the Tianji Province, without hesitation, Xiao Hong slowly took a step, step by step, stepped on the steps to the top of the Moding Mountain, on the steps, full of cyan ice, deep and heavy, like the bell of Shang Zhong.

Every step seems to be a kind of transformation of Xiao Hong, the desolate past and the mottled present seem to be engraved on this step.

All the sins, all the pain, Xiao Hong took the initiative to bear it, the devil who killed the king, the demon who slaughtered, and maybe the infamy of the annals, everything seemed so helpless, but Xiao Hong still stepped on the step of no return, embarked on the road to becoming a demon, and did not hesitate.

What Xiao Hong asks for is no longer surrender, but to use battle to prove hope, and that empty vision can't hide Xiao Hong's faith.

With the roar of the cold wind and the cold snow, Xiao Hong bypassed the last corner step by step, and finally stepped on the top of the Demon Star Mountain again.

The king's helmet seemed to still be asleep in the ice, as if it had no intention of waking up, just quietly looking at everything in Lordaeron, indifferent.

The blood-soaked Ice Faith lightly clicked in front of the King's Helmet, Xiao Hong once again gently knelt in front of the King's Helmet, lowered his head slightly, and his long white hair, with the wind and snow, kept drifting.

"Meet Lord Harrison. Xiao Hong muttered: "I think, this time, is the last time I visit the shrine, whether you agree with it or not, or think I am not suitable, I just want to tell you that from this moment on, I ...... It's the King of Lordaeron!"

After that, Xiao Hong had already raised his head, and stood up suddenly, holding the hands of the Ice Faith, which had been slowly raised, and then took a step forward, using all his strength, waving the Ice Faith full of blood, and slashing towards the ice that was sealed with the King's Helmet! If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )