No, I'm the One Who Should Die

Blood dripped from the blade onto the ground. A quiet silence fell. The Tooth-Soldiers around them stared in astonishment, while Alexandros's spirit remained frozen in place. 🐚👻 😂👑

Zul'ra held the Ashbringer in Darion's abdomen, feeling a slight embarrassment. It seemed that things weren't going as smoothly as she'd imagined, following the expected script.

"You promised, you were willing to give anything to redeem your father." Zul'ra spoke to the incredulous Darion, deciding to try harder, perhaps he could redeem Alexandros.

"..." Darion felt the pain spreading from his abdomen throughout his body. Faced with Zul'ra's words, he couldn't help but look at his father's soul. It seemed that the old man had not been redeemed!

"Follow his wishes, give him blood, only in this way can he achieve self-redemption, but this blood cannot come from enemies, only from the innocent." Zul'ra followed Darion's gaze to the motionless Alexandros, began to explain to him, then paused and continued.

"Moreover, in a sense, you were also one of the people who caused his death. If you hadn't disappeared, how could your father have been lured into an ambush by Renault and ultimately killed by him due to carelessness?"

"... Perhaps you're right, I deserve to die." Darion endured the pain of his blood flowing out, listened to Zul'ra's words, turned his gaze to his father's soul, and finally lowered his head in despair, giving up the struggle. Perhaps he deserved to die; if it weren't for him, how could his father have been deceived by Renault!

"No." Alexandros looked at the blood flowing from his son's abdomen, and the love for his young son deep in his soul, along with a host of other emotions, was suddenly awakened. He resolutely refuted this.

"This isn't your fault, it's mine. It's all my fault, it's all my own doing. I killed myself. My arrogance, my blindness, my favoritism towards Darion, and my harshness towards Renault led Renault to be used by evil. It's all my fault, not Darion's, it's all my fault."

"It was not Darion, it was not Darion. I betrayed my faith, tarnished the glory of the Light, and brought shame upon the Mograine family. It was Darion, and his friends, who risked their lives to enter Naxxramas. They came to save me and restore the glory of the Light."

"Darion, my child, the one who should die is me, is that vile old man Alexandros Mograine, not you, my child, my child. You should be the glory of the Light, not die here..."

After Alexandros decisively refuted Zul'ra's words, before he could react, he blurted out a string of words and then rushed to Darion, crying out. Zul'ra then pulled the Ashbringer away, causing Darion to collapse.

The blood of the innocent awakened Alexandros's deep love for children in a very short time. He wanted to hold the slumped Darion and stop the bleeding from his wounds, but he found that his transparent body was powerless and could only let Darion sit slumped in front of him, bleeding continuously from his abdomen.

"Father..." Darion clutched his bleeding abdomen, looking at his father's soul that radiated boundless love for him, and tears welled up in his eyes. Then he looked at Zul'ra behind him; his father had finally come to his senses.

"No, this shouldn't be happening." Alexandros stared intently at Darion's bleeding abdomen, then turned to look at the Ashbringer Trolls.

"You can't beat me." Zul'ra ignored the fervor in Darion's eyes and coldly uttered a sentence in the face of the hostility of Alexandros' soul.

"Yes, I cannot defeat you, but my child, Darion, he should not die, Trolls, I beg you to save him, I have repented." The resentment and hatred that had been building up in Alexandros's eyes crumbled instantly at Zul'ra's words, and he began to plead with tears streaming down his face.

"Only you can save him, Alexandros. You are not only a father, but also a general, Ashbringer, and a follower of the Light. Now, only you, only the Light, can save Darion." Zul'ra handed the Ashbringer, Ashbringer exuded shadows and was stained with blood, to Alexandros.

"..." Alexandros stared blankly at the greatsword that Zul'ra had handed him, his gaze drawn to the gem on Ashbringer's back.

Looking at the crystal on Ashbringer, Alexandros recalled the Dark Portal, when he followed Lord Lothar to fight the Orcs at the Blackrock Mountain, and finally obtained a strange Shadow Crystal from an Shaman Orcs. At that time, he carelessly touched it with his hand, which resulted in his palm being directly corroded and carbonized.

That peculiar crystal became his collectible at that time. He thought it would stay in the box forever until the invasion of the the Scourge. In order to forge weapons to fight against the the Scourge, Fairbanks saw the gem and decided to destroy it. However, under the shroud of the Light, it shed its shadow and revealed its light, and was eventually forged into Ashbringer.

Ashbringer —this was no longer just his name, but also the name of the sword. Alexandros suddenly realized that his honor and disgrace, his rise and fall, were all inextricably linked to this gem.

Alexandros recalled his past, grasped the hilt of Ashbringer with his transparent hand, and then closed his eyes. The indigo shadow flowed from the blade of Ashbringer into his body, causing his originally transparent body to rapidly change color.

"..." Zul'ra looked at Alexandros, Ashbringer, and couldn't help but grin slightly. He turned around, grabbed Darion, dragged him away from the spot, and then released a ball of the Light to cover his wounds. He felt that if he waited for Alexandros to heal this young man, he would really be beyond saving.

Just as Zul'ra was healing Darion, the soul of Alexandros, Ashbringer, underwent a tremendous change.

Just as ink spreads in a pool of water, Alexandros's transparent soul rapidly turned pitch black under the infusion of the Ashbringer's shadow power, like a black hole that devours everything.

"Father..." Due to excessive blood loss and the lack of treatment from Zul'ra, Darion's mind had long been in a daze, his consciousness lost on the verge of death. When he woke up after being treated by Zul'ra, he was still completely dazed. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a dark figure in front of him, and he murmured a soft call.

"Darion, my child..." Holding Ashbringer, Alexandros, who looked like an African, was in great pain. He turned to look at his young son, who had been awakened by the Trolls, and suddenly felt a sense of relief. At that moment, his dark soul shone with a brilliant light.

A holy light emanated from Alexandros's body, spreading from the heart of Zul'Aman, causing Trolls in the city to stop and watch.

In the heart of the city, after raising her hand to slightly block the first wave of the Light, Zul'ra looked around and saw a figure holding a sword standing proudly in the center of the blooming the Light.

Zul'ra stared at the figure in the Light and couldn't help but curl his lip inwardly. This was different from the script he had envisioned. His idea was simply to use Darion to prompt Alexandros to redeem himself, but he had no intention of resurrecting him.

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