"I don't want to be a king! Now is not the time!"

In a quiet hall of kings, Arthas grabbed the crown above his head. He stood up and looked at his old father. He said in a deep voice:

"Defenders! Take King Terenas and my sister to leave here with me! My father's rule is not over yet, and the whole Lordaeron needs you!"

The royal guards looked at the prince and the old king. They didn't know what to do, or even whose orders they should listen to. Jaina took a step forward and grabbed the excited Alsace's arm. But facing his son's shout, the old king was very calm. He looked at his son, as if he wanted to engrave the image in his mind.

"Wear your crown!"

King Terenas made a low voice, and he looked at Alsace:

"I said, put it on!"

At this moment, the old king was like a drooping lion, with a terrifying aura rippling around his body, and he said loudly:

"A king should not abandon his territory. I have decided to live and die with Lordaeron, but Minaishire's inheritance must be maintained. Compared to my choice, my son, the mission you undertake is heavier. There are still tens of thousands of people in this city who have not been transferred. You must take them away from here!"

"Go to Kalimdo, and recast Lordaeron on that strange land!"

"But you, you are the one who should lead them! Not me!"

Alsace's difficult rebuttal:

"I...I'm not ready yet! I can't watch my father put his destiny in hell, I can't watch you leave, here! In the hands of those undead."

"Yes, His Majesty Terenas, please do not give this difficult choice to Alsace."

As an outsider, Jaina shouldn't have spoken on such occasions, but her father's death and the trauma of the country made Jaina unable to help but speak:

"Arsace needs your help, rather than throwing a heavy mission to him and choosing to leave... Your Majesty! You can't be so willful!"

Faced with the persuasion of Arthas and Gianna, the old king smiled, and he walked forward a few steps and sat on the throne of the King's Hall. At this moment, the king's constitution, which had been maintained for decades, was thrown aside. The old king seemed to have completely let go of everything, those powers, those tricks, those tricks, and those less-than-light actions taken to make Lordaeron continue to grow.

He stretched his body on the throne like an ordinary old man. How long has it been since he relaxed so much?

"I am very old, Alsace, Jaina, and my daughter Galia, and people of my same era have withered, and Lothar is still struggling to support this empire. He is not a qualified ruler, always acts in a state of intent, always disdain to use the power in his hands, and has an idealistic style. I once thought that all his efforts were futile, but..."

The old king breathed a sigh of relief and put the crown on his head aside, he moved his neck and muttered in a low voice:

"Oh my God, this thing is so heavy..."

He looked up and looked at his son, daughter and the future of this country... Queen, he closed his eyes and said softly:

"But it turns out that I was wrong. Lothar may not have taken the right path, but I...I am also walking in the trajectory of the previous era. My son, you must remember that the new era has come, and the future destiny of this country has been handed to you. I have fulfilled the duties of a king for a lifetime. Now... let me escape once."

"Let me die in the flames of the old age. As the end of my time, Alsace, you said you were not prepared, but my son, fate, will not give you too much time to prepare. It will push you into the future, it will teach you to be king, I believe that you will be better than me, and in that era in the future, the glory of Minaishir will continue to float in the sky of this world."

The old king smiled, his eyes were red, as if he was saying goodbye, and he waved to his children:

"Go, do big things...I will bless you in another world. Now, let me keep my last dignity."

"Go, tell Lothar, tell everyone of Lordaeron... Terenas died, died in his own palace, not as a king, but as a warrior..."

"Father!"

Arthas clenched his fists, he took a step forward, trying to say something, but bursts of explosions came from outside the palace. Apparently, the invader had invaded here, the guards drew their swords, Jaina gritted her teeth and grabbed the arm of the beloved person. Her other hand grabbed Princess Galia's wrist, and the princess was already in tears.

She could feel Arthas' struggle, but the moment Jaina raised her head, she saw the encouragement, the instructions, silent instructions in the old king's eyes.

She nodded to the old king, and the light of teleportation lit up at this moment, and Alsace's roar also sounded:

"Let me go! Jaina! I said! Let me go..."

"Swish"

The three people disappeared into the hall. The old king shook his head and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the long sword placed beside the throne with difficulty. He leaned in front of him. He didn't even have the power to raise the sword.

The guards held shields to guard the king. On the road in front of them, a tall figure grabbed two unconscious young orcs and was walking towards the King's Hall step by step. Behind him, the ghost sirens were like evil spirits in a nightmare, waving their tridents and killing the people blocking the road one after another.

"Clang"

As Sarufar's cold breath erupted, the outer palace of the King's Hall quickly condensed heavy frost, and then half of the palace wall collapsed with it when the Death Lord raised his foot and kicked the door.

Dust splashed everywhere, and the moment the light of dusk shone into the palace, the loyal guards roared and rushed towards the enemy they could not resist. The energy of death surged underground, and before the guards even rushed to Sarufal, they were frozen into running sculptures by the harsh frost.

The Lord of Death walked past the sculptures, and finally, he stood in the center of the King's Hall, before him, the old King Terenas Minaihil II was sitting on the throne, leaning on the sword in both hands, looking at his mourner with a calm look.

Every time I think of this, Luminas will feel so angry that she is tiring, but what can I do? Who made her boldly participate in Nasa's "suicide operation". Really, at the beginning, she thought it was just a joke...

She was a victim, a victim of the mountain forces used by Terion to purify the Dan Blade. Luminas also knew very well, but she did not dare to disobey Terion's will. She knew very well what kind of cold darkness was hidden in her leader's heart. If he really angered him, it would probably be a matter of losing his position.

Necromancers are all a group of madmen. As a member of the Necromancer, no one knows this better than Luminas.

"A mere small city, I haven't captured it in one day. How weak should these werewolfs be!"

Luminas gritted his teeth and watched the werewolf like beasts rushing up the city wall, and then was driven down by local soldiers and mages of the high elves. Without discipline and wisdom, it would be a bit unrealistic to break through the last city of Gilness alone by relying on these werewolfs alone.

"I'm done!"

The Death Lord stretched out his hands and held the two black rune swords around her waist. She glanced at her guards behind her and shook her hair:

"Let's end this disgusting thing! No one can escape those civilians!"

"Swish"

In Luminas' cold will, a huge bone dragon fell from the sky, whistling and spraying the cold breath on the walls of Twilight Harbor in front of him. Dozens of Gilness soldiers and several high elves combat mages were frozen between the breath. They were not dead, but they were almost dead.

Luminas's slender figure fell accurately into the ice. She waved the black rune swords in her hands, and two cold and cruel sickles made of death energy circled in her hands. In the whistling past, she cut all the ice cubes around into flying ice chips, and together with the life wrapped in it, she was sent to the hell of Death Cold.

After this brutal and terrifying attack, this section of the city wall was cleared, and the death knights following Luminas jumped onto the city wall and began to kill with amazing efficiency.

The gap between the regular army and the chaotic people was so obvious. Less than 10 minutes after Luminas rushed into the battlefield, the first gate of Twilight Harbor fell. However, when rushing to the city protected by the second wall, the Death Lord saw a very familiar figure among the group of high elves who were waiting for high elves.

"Miss Lannaser... don't be fine!"

A light called hatred twitched in Luminas' blood-red eyes. Her figure was like a swallow rising and falling. Between the two jumps on the ground, waving a long sword, carrying an extremely heavy frost, and hitting the neck of Lannaser, who led the magician to resist the werewolf craze.

The Death Lord had already seen the scene of Lannaser being beheaded by one blow. It was a mage. She was killed by a raid like the Death Knight!

But this illusion, which was almost certain, ended with a low sound of the collision of the blade.

In front of Luminas, the Sun King's personal servant, former great wizard Lannaser, looked at the raider with a calm look. Luminas's two swords were accurately blocked in front of her. In Lannaser's hands, the ancient dragon cast blade was decorated with silver, dragon claws, and exuding huge energy fluctuations. The symbol of the power of Quel'thalas, and the holy sword Queldra was making a series of low buzzing sounds.

Obviously, this holy sword has a new master, and now, it is fighting to protect the new master.

"Luminas Yanghen, I'm sorry for everything I did to you... I was too spoiled and childish at that time."

Lannaser looked at the crazy death lord in front of her and sighed in a very mature manner:

"I made a mistake, that mistake sent you into the most terrible and darkest hell, I'm sorry, but now... I have to protect the last civilian evacuation of the human empire, which is my mission, so... come on, Luminas."

"Swish"

The silver ancient holy sword buzzed, and it became a silver blade in the trembling state. Lannaser moved his shoulders and looked at the death lord who was surrounded by murderous intent in front of her. She put the holy sword in front of her. Her figure was strangely divided into three, and she whispered:
Chapter completed!