Chapter 50: Father and Son, Evil and Demon 【4000】(1/2)
Elune, the moon god, the eternal god of Azeroth.
True identity, the god of Azeroth (suspected to be an ancient Titan).
In the bright study, Gao Wen put down his pen in his hand, and in the closest living room to him, an old king, who was nearly 60 years old, was meeting his son who returned home.
‘My son, I watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice. You must remember that we have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength.
I believe you will use your powerful power with caution.
But the real victory, son, is the heart that inspires the people.
There is always one thing that my life will reach its final end, and you will be crowned king...
Maybe a sharp sword will penetrate the old king's chest in the next second?
No, what Gao Wen saw was a filial young man who supported his kind father, strolling in the rather wide garden of the palace.
The father's role is not old. Although he is nearly 60 years old, his good maintenance and strong physique make Terion look mentally abnormal.
His son was not yet crowned. Although he was over thirty years old, he still had too many shortcomings in wisdom and politics.
So, this is just an ordinary meeting, with the purpose of an old father accompanying his child who has just returned from afar...probably.
"My son, I'm proud of you."
Walking and passing through the palace next to a stream, the green peacock flew in his ears. Terion, who looked happy because the child returned, had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were staring at the slowly moving clouds in the sky:
"Just like the past thirty years."
"Father, just yesterday, I was thirty-two years old."
Arthas smiled reservedly, as if he had returned home at this time, had washed away the bloody memories he had experienced on the battlefield in the past few years.
"Oh? Is that?" A trace of remembrance flashed in Terion's eyes, and then he laughed loudly, "Please forgive your old father, because he is old and has a slow mind, and he can't even remember the age of his beloved son."
"Father...."
Alsace shook his head with a smile.
Is his father old?
In terms of age, yes, in the Middle Ages when this nobleman could not survive the fifties, Terion, who was almost sixty, was indeed considered long-lived.
But both physically and mentally, the father in front of him is at the peak of his life.
Even, because of his return, this time with glory, his old father's mental state experienced another drastic sublimation, just because he brought a shot of a heart-warming agent to the country.
After walking for a while, the father and son sat on a bench in the garden.
In front of them is a long black wooden box placed in front of them.
In Terion's anticipated gaze, Alsace lifted the wooden box, revealing the magic sword inside that was filled with endless cold air and a skull carved on the grip.
"Is this Frost Sorrow, my son."
"Yes, there is no doubt about that."
"Ah, the creation of the demon in another world, this is really a beautiful big sword."
As he said this, Terion's eyes did not stop on the magic sword. He just glanced lightly and fell on his son again:
"My son, do you remember what I said to you?"
"Father, what are you talking about?"
"Child, we rule this kingdom with wisdom and strength."
"Father, I will use this powerful force carefully." Arthas replied with a smile.
"I firmly believe in this."
Terion smiled.
The person in front of him is the continuation of his life, the continuation of his ideals, the continuation of his political philosophy, and the starting point for his expectations and dreams for the future.
God has so much favored him, what else is he dissatisfied with?
Looking at the almost perfect incarnation in front of him, Terion fell into beautiful thoughts for a moment. In his memories, he seemed to remember many things that happened when he was young, until Arthas's voice sounded in his ears again, which pulled him back from his memories.
"Father, there is something I need to tell you."
"Hmm?" Terion, who returned to reality, looked at his son in confusion.
"It was when I pulled out this magic sword that the soul of a necromancer named Kelthuzad seemed to be pulled into it by this sword. Then, someone told me that the soul of an orc shaman named Neozu... "
Speaking of this, the expression on Alsace's face became even more strange.
In fact, some things are hard to say, just like his father hoped that he would go north to Northrend to pull out the magic sword and defeat the "devil" who was staying in the magic sword with his own will. This sentence was never expressed by his father. It was Alsace's guess of his father's intention through the mouth of others and completed it after thinking.
The same goes for this time, going north, going to sea, expedition to Northrend, and pulling out the sorrow of frost are all choices that Alsace made after thinking and determining that it is feasible.
Not afraid of difficulties and facing them head-on is the pride of Alsace.
Normally, as the king of Lordaeron and with nearly unlimited channels for obtaining knowledge, Arthas knew that his father's intentions were sometimes not perfect, and there would be a few mistakes, which he needed to make up for when he was about to fight. This is a normal phenomenon. After all, no one is truly perfect.
But this time, when he thought he needed to defeat the soul in the magic sword, the magic sword sucked Kelthuzad in first... There is no doubt that Kelthuzad was the person arranged by Terion!
So the question is, was it because he misunderstood his father's intentions, or was there an excessive gap in Terion's plan this time?
This is something Alsace really wants to know.
After listening to his words, the old king pondered for about ten seconds, then he slowly reached out to touch the magic sword in front of him.
"Is it Kel Thujad?"
"Yes father."
"So have you seen another soul in the magic sword with your own eyes?"
"No, I just got in a daze when I pulled it out, and I was not pulled into some mysterious space, nor did I see the legendary orc shaman."
"So, tell me, child, who told you that there is another soul in this sword."
The old king's tone finally became serious, which made Arthas know the seriousness of the matter.
But, what's the problem?
etc!
Who told him the news?
Jaina?
Uther?
Dwarf King?
Gao Wen?
No! None!
So, was it the fearful demon named Medanzo, or the undead who was killed by him who told him before his death?
For some reason, a trace of pain began to appear in Alsace's mind, making him unable to help but hold his head in front of his father, revealing his painful and fragile side.
"Alsace, Alsace, my son, what's wrong with you...Doctor! The doctor is there!!!"
The old king's roar sounded in the garden, and followed by the crowd who had been waiting in the corner of the garden for a long time running towards this side.
The world in my eyes gradually became more and more vivid, Terion's shouts, the doctor's guards' busyness, and the roof that had already begun to rotate.
"No...father...I...I'm fine...I...I just...I can't remember..."
This is the last sentence Alsace said before he fell into a coma.
Yes.
He can't remember it.
at the same time.
Gao Wen, who had been watching this scene in the study on the second floor of the castle, three hundred meters away, couldn't help but twitch in the corner of his mouth.
"It's really hard to save the ghost. It's great. What do you want to remind him of this..."
Next second.
With a snap, there was an already shriveled bat phantom in Gao Wen's hand.
Well, the protective spell cast by the spirit ghost on the soul of Alsace has expired.
......
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At the same time, within the magic sword.
Alsace, who was almost forced into, looked at the two souls floating in front of him blankly.
Kelthuzad and Neozu.
"I, where is this?"
As his voice appeared, the two people who were holding on to him turned their eyes one after another. After seeing Arthas' figure appearing inside the magic sword, a surprised expression appeared on his face.
To be continued...