Old, decrepit, dispirited, lifeless eyes …
Sally Whitemane was taking care of such an old man in a room with thick curtains that could barely see a trace of sunlight.
Duque could not associate the old man in front of him with the Ashbringer who had conquered the Molten Core a few months ago.
"What happened?" Duque muttered to himself.
Sally, who was dressed in a priest's robe, trotted over and whispered into Duque's ear, "Both of father's sons are …"
Duque only understood the whole story after Sally's explanation.
Due to Duque's reminder and the Phantom Enchantment that was placed in Alexandros' armor, Alexandros managed to escape death.
Escaping death did not mean that he had obtained happiness.
When the Burning Legion's space trap was activated, the furious Old Mograine went to clean up the mess. Due to losing his hammer, he pulled out his sword and ended the life of his son, Reynold, who had defected to the Scourge Army.
However, this was not the end.
Almost instantly, the aura of death hidden in Reynold's heart turned him into a Death Knight. However, the Scourge Army's conspiracy did not stop there.
Old Mograine's youngest son, Darian Mograine, had secretly disobeyed his father's order to stay behind and followed him to the Sodoril River.
At this time, he did not see the scene of Reynold's sneak attack on his father. Instead, when he turned around, he saw his father kill Reynold with his own hands. Darian did not know the ins and outs of the matter, but seeing his father kill his brother with his own hands, he was even more confused.
At this time, the spy who brought him here revealed his true face — the Undying Assassin. He easily killed the confused Darian and brought his body back to the Scourge Army, turning him into a Death Knight.
Within a day, of his two sons who could have inherited his legacy, one rebelled and was killed, while the other was killed by a sneak attack. Both of his sons, who were originally Paladins, suddenly became Death Knights.
For an old Paladin who had fought for Rotterdam his whole life and fought against the Scourge Army for six years, nothing could be more shocking than this.
It was obvious that the physical injuries were secondary. The mental trauma was the key.
Sally's eyes were red, and she looked as if she was about to cry as she said, "Ever since that day, foster father has barely eaten or slept. I don't know what to do either."
Duque looked at Sally and sighed deeply.
The situation in this life was much better than in the original history. If this had happened at this point in time, Old Mograine would have died long ago, and Reynold and Sally would have fallen into the mad Scarlet Crusade, becoming the 'cheating couple' in the players' mouths.
Now, Sally had been completely cleansed and had become a priest surrounded by holy light. But Duque couldn't estimate the suffering of Reynold and Darian.
There was nothing he could do about it. He was also a human being. He was mentally and physically exhausted to be able to take care of the people closest to him. What's more, this had happened while he was on an expedition to Blackwing's Nest. He was truly powerless.
The longer he stayed in this world, the more he integrated into this era, the more Duque felt emotional.
"Is it Duque?" Old Mograine still looked confused.
A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Sally's face. This was the first time she had heard her foster father speak in several days.
"Yes, yes! It's Sir Marcus. "
Mograine twisted his neck that seemed to have mostly rusted to death, revealing a face that was still sunk into the abyss of despair.
"You're so busy, you don't have to come see me. I've had enough. As an old man who is about to die, I've had enough … Whether it's as a subject, as a Holy Knight, or as a failed father. My life … has come to a point where it needs to be summed up. " He spoke very slowly, but it made Duque feel as if the sharp teeth of a saw were pulling at his heart.
Duque strode forward and pressed his hands on Old Mograine's broad shoulders. "No! Alexandros! It's not time for your life to be summed up. You! In the name of the commander of the Alliance, I order you! Look at me! "
The old man raised his head in confusion.
The next second, he saw Duque switch to his own state.
First was the glittering Holy Form. In Alexandros' impression, the bright Holy Light on Duque's body could almost catch up to that of Archbishop Alonsos Faol and Uther.
After another second, Duque suddenly switched to Shadow Form. The dark aura that was as deep as the endless universe made him, a Holy Knight, shudder.
"Duque, you mean …"
Duque seemed to be implying something. "Do you see? The boundary between light and darkness is not that clear. Similarly, the boundary between life and death is thinner than you think. "
"…"
"A while ago, the Tribe announced that in order to resist the terrifying Ahn 'Qiraj insectoid army, the' Forsaken 'would be included in the Tribe."
"The Forsaken … Is it that guy Anastrian?"
"Yes! Why did the Alliance acquiesce to this? Isn't it because the enemies who want to destroy the World of Azeroth are too many and too powerful? The Burning Legion, the Scourge Army, the Ancient Gods, the Elemental Lords, and all kinds of inferior Evil Gods … Alexandros, this world has long passed the era where the Alliance alone can defeat the enemy. "
Old Mograine was silent again.
"Yes! We hate the Tribe because they brought a terrible disaster to the Alliance. Millions of soldiers and civilians died tragically under the Tribe's slaughter. We will never forget this. But now the Tribe is our Alliance. The Scourge Army also swept through the Long Song Forest, and Anastrian also betrayed his people and became an Undying. But now they have no choice but to stand on our side and fight for the world. "
Old Mograine looked up at the sky and let out a long breath. He understood what Duque meant.
"Since the first Undying can escape the will of the Lich King, then there will be a second, a third … Maybe in the future, Darian will rejoin the Alliance as a Death Knight, or at least become a comrade of the Alliance."
This was not Duque boasting.
According to the original development of history, Darian would break free from the control of the Lich King Arthas and lead a large group of Death Knights to form the Black Blade Knights, turning to fight for the righteous cause of the world.
Hearing Duque persuade him like this, Old Mograine suddenly laughed.
"Duque, you're really bad as the commander of the Alliance. You actually didn't let a 60-year-old veteran retire."
Seeing the old paladin's smiling face, Duque knew that Old Mograine had thought things through and patted his shoulder. "Yo, old brother, it's not time for you to sum up your life!"
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