" Renault, my son, what are you doing..." Old Mograine shoved " Renault " aside, pulled the dagger from his side, and channeled his Holy Light light to Sense Evil.
Then he saw that a terrible demon was hidden inside " Renault "!
"No, you are not Renault, you are the Dreadlord!" Old Mograine staggered and reached for his holy sword, but it was too late. The holy sword quickly fell into " Renault's" hands, and Holy Light shone on it.
"Tsk tsk, you've raised a fine son, Old Mograine... A Paladin, yet his inner darkness surpasses even that of the Dreadlord! He's truly the darkest person I've ever met. Even without my seduction, he would have killed his father sooner or later; that thought had already taken root in his mind when he was 13. Hard to believe, isn't it? But it's the truth!"
Renault's body fell to the ground, replaced by the Dreadlord Balnazzar.
He toyed with the holy sword in his hand, shaking his head. "Not a bad weapon... but it's far inferior to Ashbringer! That sword should have been yours, shouldn't it? But now it's been stolen from you. Are you Resentment? Yes, that's it. Release the Resentment in your heart! Perhaps I can spare your life, but you should succumb to corruption! Think about it, your eldest son is always plotting to kill you, your second son completely ignores you, your weapon was stolen by a little girl, and even if you advance to Legendary, your position is still below Gavinrad... How unfair the Holy Light has been to you! Shouldn't you succumb to corruption?"
Balnazzar brandished his holy sword, and evil and Shadow energy flowed from his arms and hands into it. The Holy Light began to fade, and the sword transformed into a demonic blade. "Behold, how fragile the Holy Light is! Light is powerless before darkness... Come into our embrace! The Burning Legion is your true home!"
" Balnazzar! What you see in my eyes is Resentment? No, it's not Resentment, it's anger!"
Old Mograine ignored the wound on his ribs and stood up. An unimaginable surge of Holy Light energy erupted within him, instantly suppressing the poison and Dispel the evil and shadows. The bleeding stopped, and his complexion improved considerably.
"This... how is this possible! The Holy Light emanating from you... is so intense!" Balnazzar exclaimed in astonishment, "You've only just advanced to Legendary!"
"The favor of the Holy Light is related to faith, not to time." Old Mograine casually picked up an ordinary knight's sword from the weapon rack beside him. The intense Holy Light made the sword shine as brightly as a holy sword.
He walked step by step toward Balnazzar, his face growing colder and colder. " Balnazzar! Do you think I'm as narrow-minded as you imagine? No! Is the artifact important? I can still advance to Legendary status without it! What's important isn't the artifact, but the favor of the Holy Light, the faith in my heart! The Holy Light has favored me more than ever before; it has given me a greater mission. Now, what I must do is avenge my son!"
Holy Light shone brightly, illuminating the entire room and even shining through the windows and door cracks, creating a dazzling light that illuminated the night sky above the entire Tirisfal Monastery.
Doan, who had just been teleported to a certain place in the monastery, suddenly changed his expression.
At the Faol Cemetery at the foot of the mountain, a hunched-over Undead looked towards the monastery, with Lilian standing beside him.
In the Hearthglen city hall, across the mountains, Tirion Fordring, still dealing with state affairs, looked westward with a hint of envy, thinking that if he weren't so bogged down in trivial matters, he might have already advanced to Legendary. He just didn't know what had caused his old friend to suddenly erupt.
" Holy Light, I beg for your favor!" Old Mograine whispered.
Anger is a powerful force; it can make a person stronger.
Like Old Mograine Tirion Fordring adhered to the Paladin's " Retribution " doctrine, representing the offensive nature of the Holy Light. Wrath is also a manifestation of the Holy Light's offensive nature, such as the " Hammer of Wrath."
At this moment, Old Mograine was once again blessed by the Holy Light, perhaps because the Holy Light understood his grief over losing his son.
He was granted the power of vengeance. Just as Old Mograine said, the favor of the Holy Light has nothing to do with time, but only with faith.
As long as he still believes in the Holy Light, the Holy Light will not abandon him.
Although he had only recently advanced to the Legendary, he was once again blessed by the Holy Light, and the Holy Light power within him increased by at least 30% compared to before, pushing him to a higher level.
Although he is still far from being High-tier Legendary, he is already comparable to the former Uther the Lightbringer.
Holy Light surged and coalesced on the knight's sword; this was the " Sword of Holy Light."
Old Mograine swung his Sword of Holy Light and slashed at Balnazzar.
Balnazzar had no choice but to raise his holy sword to defend himself.
However, the next moment, something unexpected happened:
This is a purple epic-grade holy sword, its quality goes without saying. It forcefully blocked the Sword of Holy Light, but the power of the Holy Light spread into the holy sword from the point where the two swords intersected.
Intense, Holy Fire appeared on the blade of the holy sword. Balnazzar felt pain as his hand holding the sword was burned, forcing him to release it.
A hand enveloped in Holy Light grasped the holy sword, and it returned to the hand of Old Mograine.
Balnazzar immediately chose to flee!
Old Mograine in this state was beyond his ability to handle; he had to leave and make other plans.
A great light shone forth, Old Mograine raised his hand, unleashing a " Hammer of Wrath " formed from Holy Fire, which struck Balnazzar. In the clash between Holy Light and demonic power, Balnazzar let out a piercing Psychic Scream before transforming into a swarm of bats and fleeing.
He was already severely injured in his battle with Old Chen, and in order to save time, he didn't even have time to recover before teleporting directly to Tirisfal Monastery to attack Old Mograine.
He had thought that Cheap Shot would be fine, but who would have thought that Old Mograine was even more terrifying than he had imagined? A dagger coated with three kinds of potent poison pierced his heart, but it still couldn't kill him. His strong willpower allowed him to hold on. His own taunts and temptations couldn't make him give up his faith in the Holy Light. Instead, they aroused his anger and made him receive the Holy Light's favor once again.
And under the blessing of Holy Light, the poison was suppressed!
Now, Balnazzar is injured again.
Hundreds of bats scattered in all directions, but were pierced by 70% of the Holy Light. Only a little over a hundred bats escaped, then coalesced in a dark corner and returned to their original form.
"Damn Paladin!" Balnazzar gritted his teeth.
He knew he could never deal with Old Mograine again, and after this experience, his defenses would be even stronger.
"If I can't deal with you, I can deal with someone else!" Balnazzar decided to fight the Paladin to the death.
He couldn't handle Uther the Lightbringer, nor could he handle Old Mograine, but there were others.
For example, Tirion Fordring in Hearthglen, Ashbringer in Stratholme, the lord of Tyr's Hand, and the two Grand Knight of Greymane Wall.
Balnazzar thought for a moment, then flew off in a certain direction.
" Alexandros!"
The door opened, Doan walked in. Seeing the chaotic scene before him, he frowned. "Are you injured?"
" Doan, what brings you here?" The Holy Light surrounding Old Mograine quickly disappeared.
The injury wouldn't heal quickly, but it wasn't a major problem. Chief Advisor " Fairbanks " arrived soon, bringing antidotes and healing agents.
" Nicholas sent me. Something happened in Southshore." Doan quickly relayed Jiang Jie's words, then looked at Renault's body on the ground and frowned, asking, "What exactly happened? Renault... is he really...?"
"Dead." Old Mograine was surprisingly calm, like the Tranquility before a storm, or a tranquil sea, beneath which no one knew what turbulent undercurrents lay.
Old Mograine's condition worried Doan and Fairbanks even more.
" Renault is a good kid..." Doan tried to comfort him.
"He wasn't a good boy," Old Mograine interrupted coldly, then said, "He used to be a good boy; I ruined him."
Doan didn't know what to say. Old Mograine seemed to need no comfort, nor was there anyone who could comfort him.
"How is Darion?" Old Mograine looked up and asked.
" Nicholas told me to tell you that Darion is doing very well, having rendered several great services," Doan said. "Furthermore, Her Majesty the Queen has decided to hold a knighthood ceremony to reward those who have distinguished themselves during this period, Darion is one of them. You..."
"I must bury my eldest son first." Old Mograine paused, then added, "I will go."
"Alright." Doan shook his head and took his leave.
Archmage must be stationed in Lordaeron at all times; he cannot linger here. Especially after Jiang Jie told him that at least three Dreadlord are hiding in Lordaeron, he has even more reason to return to Lordaeron to protect Her Majesty the Queen.
" Fairbanks." Old Mograine looked at his chief advisor. "Prepare for Renault's funeral. Bury him tomorrow in the monastery's main cemetery. Get Maxwell back immediately; while I'm away, he's the only one you can rely on at Tirisfal Monastery. Also... tell Sally about this."
"... How should I say this?" Fairbanks was at a loss, as if he could see the pain on Sally's face, and felt a pang of pity.
"Tell me the truth," Old Mograine said. " Sally is my daughter; she'll handle it."