Darion's hand, holding Ashbringer, trembled slightly, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.
He knew his Destiny rested on this corrupted Ashbringer; how he dealt with the weapon would determine his life or death.
His father had already turned to ashes in the Holy Light, Darion had to find a way to survive.
Shortly after Darion became Undead, his father revealed the truth about his own demise.
After obtaining Ashbringer, Alexandros became incredibly powerful and became the undisputed leader of the Silver Hand, succeeding Uther.
But he soon discovered that the weapon was of limited effectiveness against the real Scourge; the most threatening threat came from the Forsaken of Undercity.
How could Sylvanas allow a weapon capable of threatening the Forsaken to exist?
Sylvanas then secretly bribed Tirion Fordring, Tirion Fordring then tried to gain Alexandros's trust, but secretly stole the Rizebu Crystal embedded in Ashbringer.
The Rizebu Crystal is the source of Ashbringer's power; without this irreplaceable crystal, Ashbringer is merely a slightly sharper weapon.
Subsequently, Sylvanas, under the banner of the Scourge, launched an attack on Alexandros's forces.
After a fierce and arduous battle, Alexandros managed to escape, but ultimately succumbed to his injuries and collapsed at the gates of Stratholme.
Baron Rivendare resurrected Alexandros and recommended him to become one of Kel'Thuzad's Four Horsemen. Ashbringer, now missing its Rizebu Crystal, became his signature weapon.
However, Sylvanas's revenge against him did not end there; she falsely accused Renault, Alexandros's eldest son, of being Alexandros's murderer.
Of course, no one believed such a low-level lie. Renault Mograine thrived in the Scarlet Crusade, serving as the commander of the Scarlet Monastery.
Looking at the uneasy Darion, the Blightcaller said in a sarcastic tone:
"Be careful. Without the Rizebu Crystal, it's just an ordinary weapon. Why risk your life for it? Do you want to repeat your father's tragedy?"
Darion persisted, "Although it's just a weapon, it's unique. Or why don't you try asking King Bronzebeard to forge another Ashbringer?"
The Blightcaller frowned deeply. "So you're saying you won't agree?"
Darion made up his mind. "Only my father and I can break the curse on this Ashbringer. I've decided that even if I die, I will not hand it over to you."
Seeing the disappointed expressions on the Blightcaller, Darion gloated:
"This is my only chance to survive. Since my father has given me this chance, I must cherish it."
At this moment, the appointed time has arrived, and Taelan Fordring, dressed as the Lich King, makes his appearance.
Dark clouds filled the sky, and a terrifying Power of Death permeated the air, as if dark clouds were pressing down overhead. The adventurers in the Light's Hope Chapel were terrified, as if they were witnessing the end of the world.
The Holy Light Cage that killed Alexandros vanished, and the earth trembled as if a giant beast was moving forward. Following the direction of the sound, everyone saw a figure wearing black armor, with Frostmourne in his hand gleaming with a terrifyingly cold light.
"My God, that's the Lich King Arthas!"
Keen-eyed adventurers recognized the Lich King's armor and weapons.
"Why is Arthas here? Is this a trap set by the Scourge?"
Darion sneered, "Look at the grand entrance! It's truly extraordinary. The Forsaken are really going all out to promote Tirion Fordring!"
The Blightcaller said grimly, "This was all arranged by Varimathras, a little trick by the Dreadlord." The Blightcaller's tone was extremely hostile when he mentioned this close advisor to the Dark Lady.
The mysterious Lich King Arthas appeared alone at Light's Hope Chapel, without a single soldier in tow.
The adventurers clearly sensed something was amiss. After all, the Scourge Undead known for its sheer numbers, and for the Lich King to appear alone was completely out of character for the Scourge.
But they were so stunned by the Lich King's terrifying power that they overlooked this suspicious point.
Taelan, dressed in a replica of the Lich King Arthas's armor and wielding a replica of Frostmourne, simply pointed forward, and the Death Knight Order, hundreds of meters away, were all "resurrected," their riders and horses unharmed.
Along with them, Tirion Fordring Forsaken were "resurrected" also appeared, but the Forsaken Death Knight Order, which was quite intriguing.
The Forsaken, upon seeing the imposter Arthas, excitedly applauded and cheered for him, with some unsuspecting Death Knights joining in as well.
The Blightcaller said expressionlessly, "Taelan has already entered the fray, Darion. This is your last chance. Your foolish father is the best example of what you should do."
"Yes, this is indeed my last chance."
Darion suddenly stood up and roared through gritted teeth at Taelan:
"Arthas, you've used me as a pawn, you bastard! Face the power of the Mograine family!"
"Not good!"
The Blightcaller sensed something was wrong and hurriedly tried to stop it.
But Darion displayed terrifying strength, easily shaking off the Blightcaller's entanglement, and leaped high into the air, Ashbringer in his hands.
Ashbringer traced a graceful arc through the air as it slashed towards Arthas, who was disguised as Taelan.
Taelan was merely a porter in Naxxramas, far weaker than Darion was an instructor. He was immediately terrified and panicked, but fortunately, his armor concealed his true strength.
Darion deliberately slashed to the side, but it still terrified Taelan, who stared in fear at the Ashbringer pointing at his chest.
"Oops!"
Tirion Fordring was horrified; Darion's sword only needed to be raised slightly to slice through Taelan's visor.
In this way, today's plan will be meaningless, Tirion Fordring will become the biggest joke in Azeroth.
Tirion Fordring rushed to the two men, but Darion's sword remained pointed at Taelan's chest, Tirion Fordring could find no opening.
After becoming Undead, Darion's strength increased by leaps and bounds, far surpassing that of his father. Tirion Fordring was not confident and dared not act rashly.
Darion did not unleash his sword strike, and he and Tirion Fordring stared at each other, resulting in a stalemate.
The numerous adventurers were baffled, and the busy Goblins were also stunned. How could Darion, merely an instructor under the Lich King, possibly threaten Lich King?
What was the meaning of Tirion Fordring rushing over there? Was he joining forces with Darion to fight the Lich King?
Seeing his father subtly winking at him, Taelan knew he had to keep up the act. Mustering his courage, he imitated the Lich King's voice and said:
"Darion, you are but a lowly servant, yet you dare to defy my will."
Taking advantage of the moment, Tirion Fordring shouted at Taelan, "You are a vile monster, Arthas!" at the same time giving him a sharp wink.
Taelan understood immediately and answered according to their previous agreement:
"You're right, Tirion Fordring. I did send them here to their deaths. Their lives are meaningless, but yours are valuable. How easy it was to lure the great Tirion Fordring out of his hiding place! You've exposed yourself. Now, nothing can save you."
Darion remained unmoved, like a cold, lifeless statue.
The tightly closed doors of the Light's Hope Chapel opened, and the beautiful innkeeper, with a friendly smile, walked step by step towards the Battlefield, standing between the three men.
"With the arrival of three distinguished guests, I have prepared a few cups of wine. I would be honored if you would join me."