Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I don't want to be a king! Now is not the time!"

In the silent King's Hall, Arthas grabbed the crown above him. He stood up and looked at his old father. He said quietly:

"Guardians! Take King Terenas and my sister and leave here with me! My father's rule is not over, the entire Lordaeron needs you!"

The royal guards looked at the prince and the old king. They didn’t know what to do or even who to follow. Jaina stepped forward and took the arm of the excited Alsace, but faced The son's cry, but the old king was very calm, he looked at his son, as if to engrave this image in his mind.

"Put on your crown!"

King Terenas made a low voice. He looked at Arthas:

"I said, put it on!"

At this moment, the old king was like a twilight lion, and an awe-inspiring momentum rippling around his body, he said loudly:

"A king should not abandon his own land. I have decided to coexist and die with Lordaeron, but the inheritance of Menethil must be maintained. Compared with my choice, my son, your mission is heavier. There are tens of thousands of people in this city who can't be transferred. You must take them out of here!"

"Go to Kalimdor, recast Lordaeron on that strange land!"

"But you, you are the one who should lead them! Not me!"

Arthas retorted hard:

"I...I'm not ready yet! I can't watch my father put his destiny in hell, I can't watch you leave, here! In the hands of those undead."

"Yes, Your Majesty Terenas, please do not give Alsace this difficult choice."

As an outsider, Jaina should not have spoken on this occasion, but the fall of her father and the trauma of the country made Jaina unable to speak:

"Alsace needs your help instead of throwing him a heavy mission and choosing to leave... Your Majesty! You can't be so capricious!"

Faced with the persuasion of Arthas and Jaina, the old king smiled, he walked forward a few steps and sat on the throne of the king's hall. At this moment, this has maintained the king's system for decades. Tossed aside, the old king seemed to put down everything completely. Those tricks, those tricks, and the less bright behaviors that were taken to keep Lordaeron growing, were all thrown away by him.

He stretched his body on the throne, just like an ordinary old man, how long has he not been so relaxed?

"I'm very old, Arthas, Jaina, and my daughter Jia Lia, people of my age have withered away, Lothar is still struggling to support this empire, he is not a qualified The ruler is always stubborn and always disdain to use the power in his hand. There is an idealist school. I used to think that all his efforts were futile, but..."

The old king breathed a sigh of relief and set aside the crown above his head. He moved his neck and muttered lowly:

"Gosh, this thing is really heavy..."

He looked up and looked at his son, daughter and the future of this country...the queen, he closed his eyes and said softly:

"But it turned out that I was wrong, and Losa may not be on the right path, but I... I also walked in the trajectory of the previous era, my son, you have to remember that the new era has come , The future destiny of this country is in your hands, I have fulfilled the duties of a king for a lifetime, now... let me escape once."

"Let me this old bone, die in the flames of the old age. As the end of my time, Arthas, you said you are not prepared, but my son, destiny, it will not give You have too much time to prepare, it will push you into the future, it will teach you to become a king, I believe that you will be better than me, in the future era, the glory belonging to Menethil will continue Floating in the sky of this world."

The old king smiled, his eyes were red, like a farewell, he waved to his children:

"Go, do big things... I will pray for you in another world. Now, let me keep the last decent."

"Go, tell Losa, tell everyone in Lordaeron... Terenas is dead and died in his palace, not as a king, but as a warrior..."

"father!"

Arthas clenched his fist. He stepped forward and wanted to say something, but bursts of cries came from outside the court. Obviously, the intruder had invaded here, and the guards pulled out their long swords. Anna gritted her teeth and grabbed the arm of her loved one. Her other hand grabbed Princess Jialia's wrist, and the princess was crying.

She could feel Arthas' struggle, but the moment Jaina looked up, she saw the encouragement in the eyes of the old king, and the entrustment, the silent entrustment.

She nodded to the old king, the light of teleportation lighted up at this moment, and Alsace's roar also sounded:

"Let me go! Jaina! I said! Let me go..."

"Uh"

The three men disappeared into the hall. The old king shook his head and reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the long sword beside the throne with difficulty. He even held it in front of him. The power of the sword is gone.

The guards were holding shields in front of the king. On the road in front of them, a tall figure clutching two unconscious young orcs was walking towards the king’s hall step by step. Behind him, the ghost sea monster was like a nightmare. Like the evil spirit, he waved his trident, killing the blocking people one by one.

"Wow"

Between the cold breath of Saurfang, the outer palace of the King's Hall quickly gathered heavy frost, and then at the moment the death lord lifted his feet to kick the gate, half of the palace walls collapsed with it.

The dust was splattering, and the moment the light of dusk shone into the palace, the loyal guards roared and rushed towards the enemies they could not confront, the energy of death surged underground, and the guards had not even rushed to Sa Around Rufar, he was frozen into a running sculpture by the harsh frost.

The death lord walked past the sculptures. In the end, he stood in the center of the king’s hall. In front of him, the old king Terenas Menethil II was sitting on the throne with his long sword in his hands. A calm gaze looked at his mourner.

"I thought that Tirion would come in person."

King Terenas looked at Saurfang and the two unconscious orcs he was holding, and he disdained:

"The result is only his dog legs."

This provocation didn't make Saurfang angry. The death lord just looked at the old king calmly. He didn't see the fear in those cloudy eyes, only the courage to die.

"Your Majesty did not come in person, but he asked me to bring you a word, Terenas..."

"Oh, what did he say?"

The old king asked softly:

"Did he try to intimidate me? Intimidate an old man who has long been afraid of everything?"

"No! Your Majesty said..."

Saurfang let go of his hands, Garrosh and Dranosh, who had swollen noses and blue faces, were thrown aside. Sarofar stepped forward, and he stretched out his left hand, a ray of pale ice He stretched quickly in his hands and eventually became a sharp long sword. He looked at King Terenas in front of him and said softly:

"The pain and tragedy of Arthas will be borne by you... In exchange, your son will become a great man of the next era."

This sentence made the old king's eyes wide. After a while, he gave a husky laugh:

"Hehehe, in such a tone, arrogant... who does he think he is? He thinks he can dominate everything?"

Saurfang shook his head. He extended his hand and fixed the old king on the throne. The long sword in his left hand was forwarded at this moment, piercing his heart accurately, and it appeared in the eyes of Menethil II. When suffering, the death lord said in his ear:

"Your Majesty's words are destiny..."

"If fate does not obey, if fate refuses to change... then we will modify it until it extends to His Majesty's will...Finally, welcome to join the Dark Blade, Terenas Menethil!"

The old king could no longer refute. The light in his eyes dissipated little by little. At the moment when the dark curtain enveloped the horizon, he saw that behind the death lord, the burning city, the invisible flame, Stepping into the sky, the black... the indifferent future, like ashes, withered on the earth, with its last waste heat, warming the future that will eventually recover.

Everything is ashes; everything is about to be reborn.

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"I knew that the human empire would not accept their end in such an honest way, and I knew that they would definitely try their best to prolong their lives!"

Outside of the southernmost city of Gilneas, behind the bone queen "Queen", the death lord Luminas, wearing slender black armor, looked at the city indifferently. Her long red hair fluttered in the wind. Behind her is her airborne guard, and on the ground below her are wolves controlled by anger.

Yes, this is not the main battlefield of the Dark Edge. There is no battle group that can destroy all cities. There are only groups of werewolves and groups of human beasts. It is not easy to control and it is difficult to obey orders. It is not good at all. Soldiers, especially those who have just been transformed into werewolves, hardly follow anyone's instructions.

Luminas doesn't like these excessively "free" beasts. If she can, she hopes that she is the elite warrior of the Hellfire Clan. It is said that her clan is the first to complete the dressup, but that is why The battle group that he built with his own hands has now fallen into the hands of Danas Torbain.

Every time I think about it, Luminas hates her teeth, but is there any way? Who made her bold and involved in Nasa's "Suicide", really, at the beginning, she thought it was just a joke...

She was a victim, a victim of Tyrion’s use to rectify the mountain forces inside the Dark Blade. Luminas also knew very well, but she did not dare to disobey Tyrion’s will. She knew that her chief was hiding in her heart. What kind of cold darkness, once it really angered him, I am afraid it is not such a simple matter of losing his post.

The undead are a group of lunatics. As a member of the undead, no one knows this better than Luminas.

"A small city in every district, I haven't been able to attack it in a day, how weak are these werewolves!"

Luminas gritted his teeth and watched the beast-like werewolves rushing up the city wall, and then was driven down by the local soldiers and the wizards of the high elves. Without discipline and wisdom, they wanted to break through Gilneas. City, relying on these werewolves alone... is a bit too unrealistic.

"I've had enough!"

The death lord stretched out his hands and took hold of the two black rune swords around her waist. She glanced back at her imperial guard, and she flicked her hair:

"Let's end this disgusting thing! Those civilians, no one wants to run!"

"Uh"

In the cold will of Luminas, a huge bone dragon descended from the sky, whistling and spraying a cold breath on the wall of Twilight Harbor in front of him, dozens of Gilneas soldiers and several high elf combat mages were frozen in breath Between, they are not dead yet, but they are dying.

Luminas' slender figure fell precisely into these icy ices. The black rune sword in her hands waved. Two cold and cruel sickles made of death energy hovered in her hands and passed by. In the meantime, all the ice blocks around them were cut into flying ice chips, and together with the life wrapped in them, they were sent to the cold hell.

After this brutal and terrifying offensive ended, this section of the wall was cleared, and the death knights who followed Luminas jumped to the wall and began to kill with amazing efficiency.

The gap between the regular army and the chaotic people is so obvious. Less than 10 minutes after Luminas rushed into the battlefield, the first gate of Twilight Harbor fell, but rushed to the city protected by the second wall At that time, the death lord saw a very familiar figure in the group of high elf law breakers who were waiting for him.

"Miss Lannasel...don't come unharmed!"

Luminas' blood-red eyes jumped with a light called hatred, and her figure was like a swallow on the ground. Between two jumps on the ground, she wielded a long sword with a very thick frost, ruthless. Slammed into the neck of Lannasel who led the spellbreaker against the werewolf frenzy.

The death lord has seen the scene of Lanna Sur being beheaded by a blow. That is a mage. She was determined to be killed by a surprise attack like the death knight!

But the illusion of a ten-year-old and nine-steady stance ended with a low blade collision.

In front of Luminas, the Sun King’s personal attendant, the former Archmage Lanaser, looked at the Raider with a calm gaze. Luminas’ double swords were accurately blocked in front of her, while In Lana Sur's hands, the silver, dragon claws carved, the ancient dragon forged blade exuding huge energy fluctuations, the symbol of Quel'Thalas' power, and the holy sword Quel'dra was humming.

Obviously, this holy sword has a new owner, and now it is fighting to protect the new owner.

"Luminas Yangyang, I'm sorry for everything I did to you... I was too pampered and naive at that time."

Lanna Ser looked at the mad death lord in front of her, and she sighed in a very mature manner:

"I made a mistake. That mistake sent you into the most terrible and darkest hell. I'm sorry, but now... I must protect the last civilian evacuation of the human empire. This is my mission, so. .. come on, Luminas."

"Uh"

The silver ancient holy sword made a buzzing sound, and it was attributed to a silver blade between tremblings. Lana Ser was moving her shoulders, looking at the death lord who was surrounded by murderous intentions. She put the holy sword in front of her eyes. The strange figure was divided into three, she whispered:

"Let me apologize with a sword...if you can understand..."

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