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Facing his father's uncontrollable scolding, Renault felt an overwhelming hatred. This man deserved to die; he only ever scolded him, only cared about Darion, and never considered him. If he killed him, there would be no more obstacles between him and Sally. (-_-) (-_-)

Feeling the boundless hatred and resentment rising in his heart, Renault took a trembling step. Seeing that he finally began to move, Alexandros turned his head to rummage through the corpse. He didn't notice Renault walking behind him at all, and placed his hand on the hilt of Ashbringer stuck in the ground.

Alexandros didn't notice Renault's unusual behavior, nor did he notice that not far behind him to the left, a pile of corpses trembled slightly, and a pair of eyes opened beneath the corpses, revealing a horrifying scene.

"Renault, come help me, I need to see..." Alexandros stood up after rummaging through a pile of corpses. Not finding his advisor made him somewhat irritable, and he couldn't help but want to scold his son behind him, who had no major problems but was always causing minor ones. However, a shard of a sword made him swallow his words.

Alexandros lowered his head, gazing at the gleaming blade protruding from his chest. A golden light emanated from the angled tip. He recognized the sword; it was Ashbringer. But how could this be...?

"..." Alexandros turned his head and looked at Renault, Ashbringer. He felt his mind explode. It was Renault, his son.

Renault released Ashbringer, staring at his father who, despite being pierced by the blade, remained upright with his body turned straight back. His mind reeled. What had he done? This was his father! How could he have done such a thing...?

"Renault, how could you..." Alexandros felt something rising in his throat. He could feel Ashbringer piercing his heart and lungs, blood gushing from his veins into his throat.

"I can't, what... what's wrong with doing this?" Renault's mind was a complete blank, his thoughts in a state of chaos. What was wrong with what he did? He only insulted him in front of others, kept telling him to abstain from sex, and even sent Sally away. He deserved to die, yes, he deserved to die.

"You deserve to die." Renault thought of his sister who had been sent away, looked at his father who was gushing blood, threw down these words, and turned to leave. Sally, he had to go find Sally. That's right, he hadn't seen her in so long. He would tell her this good news, and she would definitely be happy.

"I deserve to die..." Alexandros stared at Renault, who had uttered the words "I deserve to die" and fled. He looked down at Ashbringer, then slowly collapsed, his eyes blankly staring at the sky. Did he deserve to die?

The Light! I have served you with my whole life, followed your teachings with all my might, and saved innocent people from the Scourge. In the end, you say I deserve to die? On his deathbed, Alexandros looked back on his life. In the First, Second, and Third Wars, whether facing Orcs or Undead, he fought for his beliefs.

As Alexandros reflected on his life, the thought of Renault piercing his chest with Ashbringer filled him with boundless resentment, which plunged his consciousness into darkness.

What I just saw! Just as Renault killed his father and fled, and Alexandros closed his eyes with boundless resentment, Fairbanks, hiding under the corpse, was filled with horror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. That cowardly child had actually stabbed his father with a sword. What had he done!

Far more than just the advisor Fairbanks, hidden beneath the pile of corpses, witnessed the patricide. In the forest at the edge of the battlefield, the Dreadlords Balnazzar watched Renault flee, a slight smile playing on his lips, but it vanished as he turned away.

From the shadows of the forest, a skeleton emerged, unlike ordinary Undead skeletons. He was clad in a magnificent purple robe, wore a crown, and was bound by iron chains, exuding an aura of coldness. Two fangs protruded from his jawbone, pointing upwards, and the blue flames in his eyes stared at Balnazzar was spying on the scene.

"According to the deal, Ashbringer is yours, and the Scarlet Crusade is mine." Balnazzar glanced at Alexandros's corpse and the artifact on his body in the distance, feeling a little reluctant, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to clash with this Lich.

"Pleasant to cooperate." Kel'Thuzad nodded slightly, his two rows of white teeth parting, and a flash of icy blue light from his throat uttered the words. Instantly, Balnazzar in front of him transformed into a swarm of bats and flew away.

Kel'Thuzad watched Balnazzar leave, then slowly turned and walked away. Behind him, a group of Undead stormed into the battlefield, taking away Alexandros's corpse and the Ashbringer sword that had pierced it. As for Fairbanks was hiding under the corpse, he held his breath and stopped his heartbeat.

Low-ranking Undead Execute by Ashbringer turn to ashes, while the remaining charred bones and rotten flesh of high-ranking Undead are of no use whatsoever. Therefore, the Undead that fought Alexandros could not be resurrected. Fairbanks ' feigned death allowed him to successfully escape this fate.

After the Undead took Alexandros's body, Fairbanks crawled out from the pile of corpses, treated his wounds despite the pain, and hurriedly fled the battlefield.

Alexandros is the torch in the darkness for the Scarlet Crusade and the remnants of Lordaeron. No one knows what kind of chaos the Scarlet Crusade will face after losing him, or what the entire Eastern Kingdoms will become. At this very moment, Zul'ra is in Silvermoon City discussing the new doctrines of the Light with M'uru.

The new doctrine of the Light has been developed, but this is not the end. Doctrine is only the theoretical foundation; practical methods and pathways are still needed.

According to the Mahayana and Hinayana schools of Buddhism, Zul'ra divided the practice of the teachings of the Light into two paths: the seated monk and the assembly monk. The seated monk is to take a seat, which means to reach the other shore by oneself, while the assembly monk is to reach the other shore with others.

Practicing the doctrine is key, and the method of practice is also key. M'uru was quite good at this. He proposed five methods: discipline, patience, progress, tranquility and wisdom, and overcoming obstacles. Zul'ra added another one to him, "Enlightenment and tranquility," which is the Zen thought of Monk, which is to meditate and enter a state of tranquility through a pure mind.

The six methods of practice are not independent, but closely related. Just as one must learn to cultivate stillness in order to attain wisdom, one must be patient and make progress in order to cultivate stillness. In turn, one must maintain discipline and overcome obstacles in order to be patient and make progress.

Regardless of the method of spiritual practice, the underlying principle remains the same: one must cultivate one's character to achieve inner peace and thereby attain the Light of wisdom.

Besides the convoluted discussions about the new doctrines, Zul'ra also learned some knowledge about the Light from M'uru.

The Naaru are beings who are born radiating the Light. They have absolute control over the Light. Although they themselves do not have much power, they can transmit the Light to other races through certain connections. This includes a lot of knowledge about the soul and will, which is very useful to Zul'ra.

There was no more at night.