Because Fairbanks had to cut off the rear, he was the last one to leave the battlefield surrounded by Undead. When his whole body was covered with wounds, this loyal servant of Old Mograine couldn't help but look back at the battlefield, and saw that scene.
That scene made him live in the Torment of Pain and Despair his whole life.
Renault Mograine, this young man who has rapidly grown into a model Paladin in the past two years, behind Old Mograine, Ashbringer, from the old knight's defenseless back, stabbed Great Crusader's Sword in his hand viciously into the heart of the old knight, his father.
This fatal blow! Fierce and vicious!
This is almost a scene that Fairbanks has never seen even in the most Despair Dream.
Patricide!
Renault This bastard, he committed such a terrible crime!
Fairbanks felt that his whole body was filled with Anger. He wanted to rush back now and kill Renault with his own hands that bastard who deserved Hell, but He couldn't do it. He knew very well that he couldn't fight against Undead in front of him. He knew very well that if Old Mograine died here, it would be a big shock to Northern Frontier. He couldn't watch this scene happen.
So Fairbanks almost gritted his teeth, flapped his riding crop crazily, and rushed towards Andorhal's Barracks. He had to send this news back! He had to!
Renault! He must die!
In the battlefield, Dathrohan and Korth'azz watched the scene of their relatives killing each other without any fluctuations. Although Mograine was a real Epic Hero, he suffered such a fatal injury. Within a short period of time, he was no longer a threat.
Heartbreaking Pain came from his heart. Old Mograine looked at the Longsword stabbed from his chest in shock. He felt that all the strength in his body was disappearing rapidly. He breathed heavily and fell to the ground. The light in front of his eyes was shining rapidly.
With Ashbringer leaning on the body, Old Mograine's Holy Light's whole body was beating rapidly, but Longsword was not pulled out, and even Holy Light could not Healing's wound.
Renault let go of the hilt of the sword and took two steps back. He seemed a little Confusion. He looked at his hands and the blood stained on them, and then looked at Old Mograine who was half-kneeling on the ground, Pain breathing, as if he couldn't believe that he had done such a thing.
But soon, his eyes became firm, and a wild smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
"Child... ahem... why, why do you do this!"
Old Mograine opened his mouth and spurted out hot blood. His power was rapidly draining away. I don't know if it was an illusion. The old knight felt waves of coldness all over his body. He turned around with difficulty and looked at Renault. For the first time, he felt that his child, this child who had returned from his lost way, had become so strange.
"You are not Renault... you are that Dreadlord, right! Give me my child back!"
Thinking of the situation of Dathrohan, the old knight's heart was filled with hope again. He struggled to hold on to Holy Blade and tried to rush forward, but he staggered and was knocked down by Renault. Ashbringer was also grabbed by Renault.
"Ah, look at this sword! What a beautiful sword!"
An insidious voice appeared in the darkness behind Renault, Balnazzar, the Dreadlord that once disguised itself as Dathrohan and showed off in Silver Hand. It grabbed its chin with its paws and looked at the old knight lying on the ground.
"I disappoint you, Paladin. I don't have any control over your child. Look, he can still use Holy Light. He is normal!"
The Dread Lord looked at the desperate expression on old Mograine's face. It enjoyed this expression so much that it lowered its voice.
"I just quietly aroused the darkness in his heart. God, I can't imagine that a righteous Paladin's heart is so dark! Do you know? Mograine, he didn't have the idea of patricide because of me. He has always wanted to kill you! Especially when you took that girl away from him! Hahaha, look, stupid love makes people blind and crazy!"
"Renault, my son! Tell me, tell me, this is not true!"
Old Mograine is now like a dying old man. He stretched out his hand to Renault with difficulty. After losing Holy Light's comfort, Renault discovered for the first time that his father's face was full of wrinkles, and the palm full of strength had become weak.
"Whitemane... No, not just Whitemane, but also Darion. His glory and everything about him should belong to me! It's all mine!"
Renault suddenly realized that the mountain-like shadow of his father was about to dissipate. It was him who defeated the shadow, and he suddenly felt relaxed all over.
"I have been better than him since I was a child. I am the eldest son of the Mograine family. I should be better than him! Look at him, being valued by a mud-legged Paladin and still enjoying himself. He should have fallen into the mud, but he Got that weapon, Artifact? Right? You think I don't even know? No! I know it all! It was that Artifact that made him, look! How unfair this world is! That should have been mine!"
Renault waved his hands crazily and shouted,
"I am the hope of the Mograine family. I have never been Darion. Do you think I don't know? You expelled Darion from the family to protect him! You sent him to the Safe Haven of Theramore, but you left me in this dangerous place. Fang, I persisted. You don't know that during that time, the gentle Whitemane was my only support! Even after being humiliated by that unknown Darion, she never left me. She was the light in my life! But you! You! You took her away from me!"
"You made Whitemane become Nun! You even sent her to another continent! Damn it! You took everything away from me! Where were you when I was humiliated by Darion? Where were you when I was surrounded by Undead? You are not a good father! Mograine, you never were!"
"I even envy Darion, he can take care of your shadow and live freely! Being with you every day makes me feel depressed! Do you know?"
Renault was so excited that he even stepped forward and kicked his father over. However, he seemed to have kicked a hot iron plate and took two steps back in fright. Then he held the extinguished Ashbringer, his eyes full of satisfaction.
"Look, I also have Artifact! This is what I deserve. I am destined to be better than that guy Darion! I see my future! Hahahaha, father, go to hell in peace, I will inherit the name of Ashbringer!"
Dathrohan looked at this scene indifferently. Seeing Renault's ugly appearance, a sarcastic smile appeared on his thin and cold face.
"Pathetic scum... disgusting."
After saying that, Dathrohan picked up his Greatsword and turned around to leave the dusty battlefield. Korth'azz spat directly on the ground, then turned around and rode on Death Charger, galloping in the direction of Tirisfal.
Even after being transformed into Undead, this Dwarves still has a lot of personality.
Balnazzar did not leave. Dreadlord, who had re-elected his camp, looked at the confrontation between Renault and Mograine with an attitude of watching a good show. As a guy who is good at stirring people's hearts, for him, this kind of scene was simply more exciting than the best drama. He could even feel the joy coming from his soul.
But after a few minutes, Balnazzar also lost interest. Watching a young man bullying an old man who had lost his strength, and the old man was so disheartened, he couldn't get any interest at all.
"Enough, enough! Kill him, Renault! Don't forget what you promised Archlich. We have many ways to make your life worse than death, you know."
Dreadlord flicked his fingers towards Renault. The gesture made Renault a little scared, but Paladin tightened his grip on Ashbringer and took a deep breath to encourage himself. Then he approached Mograine who was lying on the ground, breathless.
"Father, don't worry and die! I will get back everything I have, everything that belongs to me!"
Renault raised the dim Holy Blade, turned his head, and slashed down the sword in his hand.
But at this moment, Balnazzar suddenly looked up to the sky. Among Darkness Veil, a red light was rapidly expanding.
Dreadlord's expression changed drastically, and he quickly transformed into Bat and disappeared in place. Before Renault could react, the roaring wind pressure and Blood-red Greatsword's sword edge grazed his chest.
The same scene changed again. Renault, who had the upper hand just now, was like a ragdoll covered in blood, and was thrown away by this crazy and wild blow.
Ashbringer slipped from his hand and was held firmly by a steel-wrapped gauntlet the moment before it fell to the ground.
The surrounding undead were also cut into pieces in the sudden light of swords and swords. When Renault covered the shocking wound on his chest and stood up from the ground with difficulty, he saw the figure carrying the dying old Mograine behind his back, the figure that made him gnash his teeth and hate him for two whole years.
Darion!
Bastard!
Renault looked at Darion, and Darion looked at him, with hatred on one side and indifference on the other. Darion looked at his brother with eyes pierced by knife marks, as if he were looking at a piece of garbage that exuded a foul odor.
"I will kill you with my own hands, Renault, but not now! Just wait in Despair. In the name of Mograine, you are dead, I swear!"
Darion raised his head and looked at the sky. Two Gryphons were flapping their wings in the low air in the darkness. Taelan had already thrown the rope down, and Darion quickly tied it to Mograine's body. But just when he wanted to leave with the rope, a hazy voice sounded behind him.
"No, no, no, Warrior, I can't let you take him away like this! That's what Bigwigs and the others have predetermined, you shouldn't take it away!"
Along with the sound, there were two fierce bone claws coming from the wind. The Blade of Wrath in Darion's hand blocked behind him, and they collided with the bone claws, making a steel-like impact.
"Taelan! Take Grand Knight and go first! Hurry!"
Darion's shouts cheered up Taelan Fordring who was controlling Gryphon. He quickly tightened the cowhide rope in his hand and put the dying Old Mograine on Gryphon. When the young knight looked back at the sky, the sky was completely filled with dense black shadows.
That's Gargoyle! There's even Frost Wyrm!
Damn it, I can't go back!
Taelan gritted his teeth and glanced down. Darion was already tightly entangled with Dreadlord. Gargoyle was moving very fast. If he didn't leave, it would be too late!
"Go quickly! Taelan, don't worry about me, go quickly!"
Darion was fighting Dreadlord while shouting towards the sky. Taelan turned back again and glanced at Gargoyle who was getting closer and closer in the sky. He had to control Gryphon and fly in the direction of Tirisfal.
But how could Dreadlord let Taelan leave so easily?
He gave up the fight with Darion and turned into Bat, flying in all directions. As long as it gathers and takes shape again, it can appear next to Gryphon.
But just as Bat flew up, what came oncoming was a group of Bladestorm that had danced into blood-colored Gale, almost covering all the Bat in it.
Darion's cold face is looming in Storm,
"I know how to deal with you! Demon! In Mount Hyjal, I killed too many Demon. Do you think you won't get retribution for hurting my relatives wantonly?"
"Scum! Your retribution has come!"