Chapter 521 60. Kingship is not eternal, my father
"Bang"
Lothar flew up and kicked Terenas's broken breastplate. This powerful "Spartan Kick" made the Dragon King fall out in embarrassment, but he still held on to the Elven God-Sword in his hand, and when he struggled to get up, he used a precise block to meet Lothar's flying slash.
Another collision of weapons made both tired men shake.
The condition of the two of them was visibly poor. Not to mention Terenas's black dragon armor, Lothar's Lion's Roar armor, which was protected by the constant Holy Light and could elevate their strength to the critical level of a demigod, had once again faded.
This is obviously not an effect that can be achieved by a simple passionate battle. Although it involves serious matters such as the future of human civilization and the ownership of the emperor's position, the individual strength of neither Lothar nor Terenas has obviously reached the level that can "destroy the world."
The reason they were in such a state of embarrassment at this time was because they had suffered "unknown Holy Light AOE" injuries.
To be precise, the entire throne room that was used as a battlefield had been blown up before. This was caused by the energy that exploded when Diakum gathered "Anse's Solar Fist" to attack the black hole form Deathwing.
Lothar didn't know where the others were swept by the scorching energy storm, but he knew he had to win the battle in front of him.
Vigilant is fighting for the future of mankind. Just from the explosion of the energy aftermath, you can feel the terrible pressure Vigilant is under. If that is the battlefield of God, then humans should also perform their duties at this time.
"You lost, Terenas!"
Strom'kar, the Warbreaker came down with heavy force, smashing the shield picked up by the Dragon King, and tearing open his broken armor. Under the heavy punch that wrapped Holy Light, the Dragon King's chin was raised upwards.
When the broken tooth flew out, the explosion of Holy Shock also brought a second heavy blow.
Terenas rolled out in embarrassment.
He tried his best to flap the dragon wings in an attempt to land smoothly, but in the end he fell and rolled while staggering. He inserted the Saramani long sword in his hand into the ground and tore out a crack several meters long. He finally stopped with difficulty amid the splash of dust.
He raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The golden Lothar in front of him was about to rush up to execute him.
But the wonderful Holy Light outbreak just now caused trouble for the marshal.
darkness in the city
The strange activation of darkness may represent the anger and dissatisfaction of some powerful forces, or it may be like a "war signal".
Under Terenas's surprised gaze, the darkness was activated and gathered into the essence of the void, just like the outbreak of nightmares in Material World. They roared and appeared in the place where Vigilant lived, and began to frantically besiege all life outside the shadow.
Lothar was entangled by four void essences, making it difficult for him to break free for a while and charge towards him.
This unexpected revelation made the Dragon King, who was in desperate situation, laugh. He stood up with his sword, closed his tattered wings, and roared at Lothar:
"I may have indeed lost, but I didn't lose to you and your morality, Anduin Lothar! You ridiculed me for being a dog to Deathwing, but what about you?
Relying on Diakum's Holy Light Gleam, you can do whatever you want, even convert yourself to Holy Light. What qualifications do you have to laugh at me?
Oh, you can just rot here."
Terenas staggered, dragged his sword and turned around to walk into the ruins behind him. He said without looking back:
"Andorhal, Hearthglen, Alterac. I still have one hundred thousand Dragonborn at my disposal! The fall of Lordaeron City does not represent your victory. I will continue to fight until you and your Holy Light are extinguished."
"Terenas!!!"
Lothar's roar, accompanied by the whimpering of the void essence, echoed in this battleground, and he shouted:
"Don't start another war, don't let more people die with your ambition! Damn it, come back!"
The Dragon King turned a deaf ear.
He quickened his pace in the boiling darkness, holding on to the wall and walking quickly towards the depths of the ruins. He wanted to use this strange boiling darkness to find a chance to leave Lordaeron City.
This is probably the last chance.
Just as he said, he will reunite the loyal Dragonborn, continue to fight in Andorhal, and Alterac, and start a war of resistance in every city and every village.
Maybe you can't defeat Lothar's army on your own, but the darkness has made a declaration at this time, Diakum and his People of Light will definitely be submerged in the craze of darkness.
By then, Lothar will lose his biggest support.
When darkness covers Eastern Kingdoms, your dynasty will stand in the era when the sun goes out until all things will perish. Without light, people can still live!
He strengthened his resistance and would never allow himself to be defeated by Lothar.
Even in the boiling darkness, he could feel a different kind of peace of mind and warmth.
Those darkness were like hands, soothing the anxiety and fear of defeat in his heart, encouraging him to be strong, and encouraging him to continue fighting.
At first, he was wary of the void essences that kept pouring out of the darkness, but he soon discovered that these Dark Entity would not harm him, and would even fend off the pursuers that kept appearing, giving him a chance to escape.
So Terenas felt relieved.
He no longer paid attention to the killing cries and roars that rang out from all over the ruins. He relied on Dragonborn's recovery power to keep speeding up. He should have just left the ruined palace and blended into the outer city where the war continued.
But when passing by a collapsed palace, Terenas was attracted by something in the ruins.
his throne
When the throne room was destroyed by the aftermath of "Anse's Solar Fist", the throne was not destroyed but was blown away and fell to the edge of the palace. At this time, it existed in a miserable posture among the broken things.
It no longer has the luxury and nobility of before, even the armrests are broken, dusty and desolate, symbolizing that the royal power of Lordaeron has also fallen into dust and no longer has its glory.
It is as desolate as the current King Terenas.
Terenas knew he had to leave, but he stared at the throne. After a moment of hesitation, he strode into the ruins, flapped his wings to fly away the dust, and then stretched out his hand to stroke the Vantage Point, which symbolized the king.
He took over the power from his father, and this chair was passed down from generation to generation in the Menethil Family.
It has long surpassed the symbol of a chair, but it has been carefully maintained every day for more than two thousand years and has never fallen into this condition.
But is it the chair's fault?
It is just a chair, and it cannot jump up and slap the rebels in the face when they step into the throne room. It is the incompetence of the people sitting on the chair that has reduced this noble symbol to its current state.
It's my own incompetence!
Terenas stared at the broken throne in front of him.
He coughed violently several times and heard the war cry from outside the ruins. He knew he had to leave, so he stood up, took off his broken cloak and covered it on the incomplete throne.
When he returns, he must restore it completely, making it as majestic and glorious as it was in the past.
The Dragon King made up his mind.
He convinced himself, turned around with the divine sword and froze on the spot.
Behind him, in the swaying darkness at the entrance to the ruins, his eldest son was standing there.
Arthas obviously went through a hard fight to get here.
The black Eagle War Armor on his body is covered with slash marks left by swords, as well as the scorch caused by magic and dragon fire strikes. Even the marching cloak made of Black Wolf fur is in tatters.
He was holding the faint blue war hammer in his hand.
The inheritance of the Menethil Family was taken to Quel'Thalas by himself and chopped into pieces by Lothar. It regained its former sharpness during the repair and recasting of Sun King.
The beating holy pattern surrounded Might of Menethil like a flying beam of light, and was held by Arthas's hands, blocking the exit of the ruined palace like a door god.
There is no light here, only a faint light shining that makes the shadow of Arthas blend into the boiling darkness around it.
"Father."
The surroundings became very quiet, as if those war cries and roars had gone away. In this ruined palace where only the father and son were alone, Arthas said hoarsely:
"Stop it."
"The traitor!"
Terenas felt unreasonable anger in his chest at this moment, not just because Arthas was wearing the military emblem of the Seventh Legion and was here to block his breakthrough as his enemy.
Especially because he felt as if his son had been "taken away".
The person who was supposed to be with him Blood Connection, at this moment, was standing on the opposite side of him from all levels of camp, morality and philosophy. This was supposed to be his son, who was supposed to inherit his will as king, who was supposed to inherit Lordaeron's hegemony and establish a dynasty.
But now, he is on the side of his enemy!
Am I your father after all?
Or is Anduin Lothar your father?
The Dragon King clasped Elven God-Sword in his hand, walked towards Arthas aggressively, and scolded:
"So you are stopping me here? Are you going to sacrifice me to Lothar in exchange for your reputation for justice? Or are you saying that my son is going to cut off his father's head to declare the establishment of the Lothar dynasty?"
What kind of crazy man would make such a choice?
Look what Holy Light poisoned you into!"
"Bang"
The war sword was chopped down, and the war hammer was also swung.
Amidst the roar of Holy Light Burst, Terenas's threats were in vain, and his scolding and questioning seemed to ignite the flame in Arthas's heart.
The young prince held the warhammer and charged forward.
He roared loudly:
"Did Holy Light lead me into this road, or did you push me here yourself?
You only have your ambition and your power in your heart! Have you ever considered me and Jialiya?
At Quel'Thalas! Where it breaks our hearts, we begged you, we begged you to come back, but how did you answer us?
Who is the lunatic!"
The fall of Deathwing made King Terenas, who was connected to its power, no longer as strong as before. He now returned to the state that a Dragonborn should have, and he had another battle with Lothar.
Arthas was forced to retreat continuously, but the closer he got to the broken throne behind him, the more ferocious Terenas's counterattack became.
His red eyes seemed to be "protecting" something, preventing the beating Holy Light in front of him from destroying the highest thing in his heart.
He even took a deep breath to spit out Shadowflame's dragon fire, but Arthas did not dodge or dodge, propped up Divine Shield, and continued to attack despite the dragon's breath.
The young prince also had anger in his heart.
He has seen too many disasters along the way, the disaster in Quel'Thalas, the misery in Stratholme and now the desolation in Lordaeron.
His father claimed to build a great dynasty.
But under his rule, those tragic things happened one after another.
He attracted the black dragon, and under the bewitchment of the Void Witch, he gathered all kinds of demons and monsters in his court, forcing even extreme loyal ministers like Osma Garithos to resort to the power of the enemy to purify the country of corruption.
He used Dragonborn as King's Hand, and ruled his country with brutal dark evil power.
He has told himself since he was a child that the king should rule the kingdom with wisdom, and arousing courage in the hearts of the people is the most important privilege of the king. However, does he really do this?
He is no longer the Terenas·Menethil he once was, no longer the wise king who single-handedly brought Lordaeron into the prosperous era and became the strongest in the Human King country.
His kingship has brought nothing good and it must come to an end.
"Bang"
Gleam's Might of Menethil collided with Elven God-Sword wielded by the Dragon King. This reforged weapon withstood the blow of the artifact but only left a scar.
It fully proves that the "quality control" of the magic weapons made by Kael'thas has been greatly improved after becoming Sun King.
With the help of Vindicator Tactics's disarming skills, Arthas swung his palm forward and hit his father's sword-holding hand. Holy Light hit his wrist hard during the explosion, causing Elven God-Sword to fly out with a roar, and plunged into the ground with a swish.
But Arthas himself was also grabbed and lifted up by King Terenas with the transformed dragon claws, and was carried high into the sky with the flapping of dragon wings and then hit the ground with a "meteorite impact".
"Bang"
Might of Menethil also took off his hands and flew out, and Arthas's battle helmet rolled to the side after several heavy blows.
The Dragon King pressed his son, he even choked him.
At this moment, the dark anger in my heart was rising, roaring for Menethil to complete the feat of "Kinslaying Beast". When the last string in my mind was about to break, at that moment when the darkness of the ruined palace was screaming and boiling, light!
A sudden light appears!
Holy Light, which erupted from above Lordaeron, is like a burning sun, causing the glow of the corona to impact and spread outwards in circles around the main body.
Wherever the light reaches, the essence shaped by the boiling darkness is covered and burned.
Those Dark Entity roared in this dazzling light. They tried to escape but were captured by the light, and were crushed into ashes in the torture of the sun.
The Dragon King also raised his paws to cover his eyes.
The light shining from the cracks in the ruined palace made him feel pain all over his body, and high-temperature white smoke also rose from the scales of his body.
What's more important is that the light seems to penetrate directly into people's hearts.
The darkness that was stirring up anger and emotions also collapsed and screamed, making Terenas wake up at this moment. He found that he really wanted to strangle his son to death.
No!
This is not what one person should do.
Arthas got a breather as he was about to suffocate. Tears were dripping from the corners of his eyes. He roared and used the boxing skills taught by instructor Velen. He swung a heavy fist and hit Terenas on the chin. Then Most Holy Slash exploded and knocked Terenas away.
He smashed it on the throne that he regarded as a treasure.
When he stood up staggeringly, he saw that his son had pulled out the Elven God-Sword that had been "blessed" by Void Herald.
Dark Power burst out from it, dragging Arthas into the desperate situation of corruption, but when the prince held it up and bathed in the light, he screamed and turned into the dark minions of Dispersion.
Arthas Carrying the purified Saramani, he swayed towards his father who was slumped on the throne.
He is crying.
Tears kept falling, making his pain reach its peak at this moment.
But facing his father's ferocity when he jumped up and waved his dragon claws to resist, the prince could only lower his head, and when the Dragon King's claws hit his shoulder armor, he let the sharp Elven God-Sword pierce forward.
"Poof"
Blood bursts.
Terenas's attack stopped.
He lowered his head and looked at the sword pierced into his body by his own son.
He is Dragonborn, with the blessing of the void. When Garona stabbed his heart with Kingslayer, it failed to kill him. Arthas's sword is wrapped with Holy Light, but it is not enough to kill a Deathwing who drank the dragon's blood Dragonborn Warrior.
But the Dragon King seemed to have lost all power at this moment.
Something in his heart was broken.
He staggered and fell on the throne, dragging Arthas to his knees. The father and son stood there in a strange and strange posture. The prince lowered his head, and tears fell drop by drop.
After a while, the Dragon King sighed and said:
"For pushing a child to this level, I am really an unqualified father."
Arthas raised his head and looked at Terenas. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his father's eyes had regained the light they once had, even if it was just a trace.
He immediately wanted to get up for treatment, but was stopped by Terenas.
The Dragon King grabbed Arthas's sword-holding wrist, pressed his hand and inserted the Elf Holy Sword into his body bit by bit. He said:
"I will encounter failure only when I want to die. This is Lord Daval's promise of victory, but I don't seem to need it anymore.
I seem to have had a dream.
A nightmare about power, emperors and dark dynasties.
I'm lost in it, son."
He leaned on the blood-stained throne in a relaxed posture, and while trembling, he took off his golden crown of thorns and put it in his hand, letting the blood drip along the crown and fall to the ground.
He said:
"I failed to control my ambition and let it break out of the cage and hurt people wantonly. I taught you that a king should not do this. I destroyed Lordaeron. I originally wanted to protect it."
"But you also taught me that kingship is not eternal, my father."
Arthas sobbed and said:
"Sorry, I can't save you."
"I did something wrong, why should I be saved?"
He laughed, as if welcoming relief.
Bathing his body of darkness in the scorching light of the sun shining down from the ruined palace, in his final farewell, he said:
"I'm sorry, son, I entrust you with the responsibility of this land but cannot give you the power, but maybe the justice you want can be achieved without the restraint of royal power. I will definitely disappoint you and Jialiya, but I will not torture you anymore."
His burning burning fingers touched Arthas's face, and he gently wiped away his son's tears and said:
"Children, fly, spread your wings and soar high. I want to see you again, but in front of my eyes, there is only darkness."
"Dang"
The blood-stained crown and the parricide sword both fell to the ground, scattering dust.
Amid Arthas's uncontrollable cries, the father in his arms turned into falling ashes surrounded by Holy Light, sprinkling the incomplete and blood-stained throne.
Outside the ruined palace, White Pawn clenched his fist and smashed it against the wall.
He hurriedly hurriedly, but he was still a step too late.
This job should have been done by him.
He knew that Arthas would never be happy again in his life.
Evils of darkness, look at the good deeds you have done!
I have been at odds with you all my life, and I will never let such a tragedy happen again.