"This is my chance!"

The moment the demon swung at him, the prince threw away the broken blade in his hand, jumped up with all his strength, landed on the arm of the frost giant, and sprinted forward despite the biting cold wind and snowflakes!

The moment the devil's other claw struck him, he jumped up again, grabbed the rune broadsword, and used all his strength to thrust it deep into the devil's chest.

This frost giant demon finally fell down.

"I succeeded!" Altais held the rune broadsword and stood on the demon's body in disbelief.

But at this moment, another voice seemed to emerge from my mind.

"Ah yes I succeeded."

That voice was so dark and evil.

Altais's eyes suddenly shrank, and just as he was about to drop the rune sword, a hell-like flame burst out in his eyes, and scenes of memories that he had forcibly forgotten resurfaced again.

"Ah, what have I done?"

At that moment, he finally remembered.

When he, Liana and their teacher rushed to the southern city of Redensil, they were shocked to find that it was already too late.

Plague-infected grain has been distributed to the citizens, and they have all become infected.

In order to prevent these infected citizens from becoming the pawns of natural disasters, he resolutely ordered soldiers, including the Holy Knights and the Purple Dragon Guard, to kill the infected citizens.

Only in this way can Redensil be prevented from becoming another source of spread of natural disasters.

In Altais' view, this is not only a strategic decision, but also a kind of kindness.

If he himself were infected with the plague, he would rather die cleanly as a human being with free will than let the plague pull him up from the grave and turn him into a walking corpse.

But one of his teachers, Luther, refused to carry out this order and left angrily with most of his paladins.

What made him even more desperate was that his wife Liana also left him in disappointment.

He could only stretch out his hand to Liana's back and whispered almost pleadingly:

"Liana"

But Liana stopped, but still didn't look back:

"I'm sorry, Altais, I can't watch you do this."

As a result, his eyes were gradually filled with boundless darkness and endless fire.

Devoured.

"O Holy Light, please purify my sinful soul"

This was Altais' last plea before he lost consciousness.

He knows his choice is right

But he still can't forgive

Everything you do.

This is in his mind

A flaw that can never be healed

A few hours later, the Cormyr soldiers, who had driven back the orcs in the valley, finally waited for the return of their prince.

Even though they had suffered heavy casualties, they still waited stubbornly in place until the scouts brought back the news.

"Your Highness! God of Justice bless you! Just be fine."

The adjutant who had been summoning Altais came forward with a face filled with joy.

But what awaited him was not the prince's usual comfort and pat on the shoulder, but an extremely cold sword edge.

Pfft.

The adjutant looked in disbelief at the sword thrust into his stomach, but still couldn't bear to fight back. Instead, he stretched out his weak hand, trying to touch the prince's shoulder, but only touched a piece of hair as pale as snow before it fell down.

"Uh, what's wrong with you, Your Highness?"

From the Stormhorn Snow Mountain Camp, miserable howls were soon heard one after another.

No one is spared

In the evening, the east gate of Susar, the royal capital of Cormyr, outside the snow-white city wall.

Levi and the others were camping one kilometer outside the city wall with the remaining 30,000 elves, 60,000 half-elf rangers and civilians after the Battle of Tiffanydon.

Once the place outside the city is large enough, it is convenient to open the teleportation array and move north in an orderly manner.

Secondly, in order to avoid suspicion, although Assan III agreed to them opening a large teleportation gate within the country, he was not willing to let Li Wei and others do it in the royal capital.

That is equivalent to putting his own neck on the opponent's side knife. As long as Levi has an evil thought, Cormyr may not fall into the hands of natural disasters and demons, but will be subjugated by these northerners.

As for the humans in the Seven Thousand Valleys, most of them are willing to stay and live in Cormyr. Levi naturally respects their choice and will not force it.

Just as the setting sun was about to dim, the bells of Susar Royal Capital suddenly rang loudly.

Levi and the others all looked up at the north gate, and Hoz said happily:

"It seems that the little prince of Cormyr has returned in triumph."

Sure enough, I could vaguely see a black stream of people entering the city from the north gate of Susar.

Li Wei looked at the sky and said with a smile:

"It's probably too late to wait for him to come and say goodbye. I'll go find that kid and say goodbye."

North Gate of Sousal.

The suspension bridge fell.

Under the roaring bells, Altais led his 30,000-strong army with scars, and slowly entered the royal capital filled with joy due to the celebrations as thousands of people greeted him.

Normally, Altais would have smiled shyly, waved to the people, and responded to their enthusiasm and support.

But today's prince is a little too silent.

He just faced the petals falling all over the sky and walked silently through the Purple Dragon Avenue. The silent path was still immersed in the celebratory atmosphere of Stormhorn Square.

Only in front of the Royal City Castle, his footsteps suddenly paused and he slowly looked in the direction of the Royal City.

A bright tulip petal fell, and Altais slowly raised his hand to catch it, seeing the petals quickly rotting and withering in his hands.

He then crushed the withered petals and threw them away as if he was disgusted.

Under the respectful etiquette and longing gazes of the guards, Altais came to the throne without any hindrance.

"Ah, my child." After today's celebration, Assan III seemed a little too excited. He supported his sick body and stood up to greet him.

He believed that after today, Cormyr, who had suffered so much suffering and calamity, would be able to be reborn.

Under the comforting gaze of Assan IV, Altais slowly knelt down on one knee holding the rune sword and said in a deep voice:

"Father, you no longer have to sacrifice for your people.

"You no longer have to bear the weight of a crown

"I've taken care of everything."

After saying this, the Prince of Cormyr stood up and took off his hood, revealing long hair like snow and pale skin like a corpse. Then, under the incredulous gaze of Assan III, he slowly came to him.

It wasn't until this moment that Asan III noticed something was wrong. The traditional sword in his son's hand that never left his body was missing, replaced by a cold rune broadsword:

"What's going on? What are you doing, kid?"

"Inherit you, father!"

Altais grabbed his father's old face expressionlessly, and then thrust the frosty sword into his throat.

Hot blood splashed all over Altais' head and face, but he still couldn't feel any warmth.

Until the moment before his death, Assan III still seemed unbelievable that his proud son would do such a thing to him.

Danglanglang.

The blood-stained crown fell from Assan III's head and rolled down the steps.

It seems like what Altais said before.

This king who devoted his whole life to the precarious Cormyr,

Finally, I no longer have to bear the weight of this crown.

Stormhorn Plaza.

Even though the sun was setting, people in the square were immersed in the celebration and still did not realize the danger was coming.

According to the custom of moon celebrations, when night falls, when the moon becomes angry and the bonfires are lit, this is the beginning of the celebration.

Therefore, except for Li Wei and others who had already planned the transmission time in advance, few people were willing to leave.

And Assan III also prepared a large amount of fine wine and food for them to celebrate the celebration of all the people, including the half-elves.

This is destined to be a day to remember.
To be continued...