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At this moment, they were responding to Alsace's call and surrounding old Fording, as if they were going to tear the silver-haired old man into pieces in the next moment. But as the most loyal messenger of the Holy Light, Old Fording has powers that all Paladins do not possess. I saw him raising his sword high into the air and shouting loudly,"Holy Light, please take care of your believers and let the light dispel all the darkness here!" Old Fording was calling for the Holy Light, expecting the Holy Light to respond to his call. Please, cleanse this dark and filthy church.

But surprisingly, Holy Light did not respond to him, and nothing seemed to happen."How could this happen!" Old Fording obviously couldn't understand what was happening in front of him. But then Arthas gave him the answer. All the reasons came from the dark heart surrounding the dark aura. Under the influence of Alsace, this heart successfully blocked the connection between Old Fording and the Holy Light. At this moment, Old Fording was just an ordinary warrior. He could only kill with constant slashing with the sword in his hand. Break out of the siege

"Kill, rage, your death is my strength."Alsace is like a spectator admiring the struggle of old Fordring like a trapped animal. This spokesman of the Holy Light is no longer as elegant as before. The blood and sweat are mixed, making his short silver hair stained with blood, and his solid armor is also stained. Cracks began to appear. Although the cursed cultists did not have strong attack power, the huge number was still too much for him. At this moment, the hot air rushed into the old man's lungs crazily. At this moment, Old Fording only felt that his body was about to explode. Even waving the Ashbringer seemed slow and dull.

At this moment, Arthas, stroking the heart of darkness, looked at the old Fording and said again,"The darkness has given me strength. This heart allows me to become the master of darkness. I will have the most powerful power on this continent. Alsace, who was obsessed with power, changed the subject and continued,"And you, continue to pursue the kind shadow in the dream and continue to live, of course as a member of the undead natural disaster.""At this moment, Old Fording could no longer hear Alsace's voice. The buzzing in his ears caused double images to appear in front of his eyes. He knew that he was close to the limit. Without the power of the Holy Light, even with extraordinary force , he was just an old man.

Looking at Old Fording Alsace like this, he let out a proud laugh, appreciating the Heart of Darkness in his hand as if he were appreciating a work of art. In his eyes at this moment, Old Fording was He could crush the ants at any time. But he forgot that there was another person. A silver light suddenly rushed towards Alsace, and the dazzling silver light penetrated the heart of darkness in Alsace's hand. The cracked black The blood dyed Arthas' armor black, and at this moment, the Lich King also let out his only scream,"No!""

The destruction of the Heart of Darkness caused Arthas to fall heavily to the ground. Arthas, who had lost his heart, felt extremely angry. Although he never relied on his heart to live, the sudden loss of power still made him unable to bear this sudden change. The impact brought about. Mike, who had completed the blow at this moment, wanted to follow up and give Alsace a blow, but was punched away by Alsace who came back to his senses and fell heavily to the ground.

But this gave the old man During Fording's time, he regained the favor of the Holy Light. When the pure white Holy Light returned to Old Fording's body, he suddenly raised a piece of brilliance and rushed out of the siege of the undead. The dazzling silver-white light hit Alsa Si, this arrogant prince drew a perfect arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, coming to Mike's side. Looking at this young man with a haggard face, but still smiling at the corners of his mouth, Old Fording rang in his ears. That loud horn of charge. At that time, Mograine's death knight army arrived. As another force of the Silver Crusade, the Black Wind Knights led by Mograine also received the task of coming to the Dark Church to meet Old Fordring. , although they arrived late due to the obstruction of the undead, they finally caught up. But it all seemed to have nothing to do with him. Old Fording quietly hugged Mike and whispered softly,"Everything is over, we can go home. It's your home."The warm holy light illuminated Mike's pale face, and he struggled hard to make a sound,"I finally did it. My parents will be proud of me, right?"Seeing this, Mike Fording's eyes flashed with tears,"You will always be their pride, my child.""Thank you, that's enough."Mike closed his eyes with a smile. Old Fording stroked his golden hair and a tear fell on his face that had slowly become cold.

The most heroic betrayer, Jockwin Mike used his life to prove that he was worthy of Warrior of the Holy Light. Old Fording, who returned to the Eastern Plague Land, erected a tombstone for this young warrior. This brave young man left his name forever in the annals of heroes who fought against natural disasters, and was remembered by people. Remember and remember

"Kill everyone!"The war continues, and with that order, all the death knights, the legion of death knights holding up the black swords in their hands, are like a black whirlwind, and all lives will wail in such a whirlwind, with broken bodies, The heads were spinning and flying. When all the cursed believers were killed, the black blood stained the blue marble. When little Mograine's sword was placed on Arthas' neck, old Fording's voice came again. The sound rang, and this sudden change made him somewhat unable to adapt. Old Fording, who was holding Mike with his head lowered, witnessed everything that happened in front of him, and couldn't even believe it was true.

Until Mograine was about to kill Al When Arthas died, he finally woke up and saw him shouting loudly,"You can't kill him now. Once Arthas dies, all the undead natural disasters will fall into riots again, and someone must become the next Lich King. Only by leading them can we quell the wrath of the undead and the natural disaster."Old Fording paused briefly and then said,"Let him go, even if it's a little selfish on my part, and let him and I have a real showdown in front of the Ice Crown Throne."

Looking at the trace of despair in old Fording's eyes, Mograine put away the sword placed on Arthas' neck. He waved his hand, and the arcane light in the hand of one of his mage flashed, and a path led to The portal at the Northern Expeditionary Army station appeared."Go back, let us defeat the Lich King in an upright manner," Mograine glanced at Arthas before entering the portal. It was at that glance that he saw this natural disaster. The king's furious eyes. The king didn't need sympathy, and neither did Arthas. He roared manically,"Old Fording, Mograine! You will regret letting me go today. I want you to pay for today's mistake with your blood!"Alsace's roar resounded through the Icecrown Glacier, and all the undead natural disasters trembled, but their wisdom was not enough to understand the master's thoughts. All they had to do was to execute the order and then quietly wait for the next order. Of course Fresh flesh and blood would allow them to occasionally ignore the Lich King's dispatches and enjoy a good meal. The cold north wind once again covered this land of kings, and at this time, there was no longer any hesitation in old Fording's heart. When After he settled the seriously injured Mike, he decided to follow Jaina's suggestion and hold a Silver Crusade Trial Conference to unite the tribe and alliance in the southeast of Icecrown Citadel. He wanted to unite all the forces that could be united to eliminate the Lich. King, give him the true meaning of death for this once kind prince. Standing in the cold wind at this moment, Old Fording did not feel a chill, the blazing flame in his heart was already burning. When everything ends, it will soon be Coming, he firmly believed.