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"Midgards!"

Standing speechless in front of the elf enchantress, Tigeroar's mind was in turmoil before he heard his soldiers yelled. Both Lilthanasia and Tigeroar glanced to the north, at where heavy sounds of war drums could be heard. They saw a huge army coming. Lots of black flags emblemed with white skulls and hammers were flying in the troops. The army of Midgard realm! They were moving swiftly towards Dun Crimthainn, from the back of Albion force.

"Kill'em all!" A Troll leader ordered his armies. Thousands of skeleton commanders, warriors, archers and casters, together with the undead spirits rushed into the battlefield of Albions and Hibernians. Followed the bones and undead were numerous Troll Warriors and Norseman Shadowblades and Hunters. The Kobold Runemasters and Shamen casted dreadful magic spells to the humans and the elves. The warriors and healers of the Dwarves were also fighting against the two realms at the back. The pre-historic race of humanoids, the Valkyns equipped with large axes and hammers to aid the Midgards.

The Midgards came like a wave of sea. Both Albions and Hibernians were surprised for the unexpected enemies. There was no time for them to reform or reinforce their armies, three realms fighted altogether.

Tigeroar's polearm was swung to a bone fighter. The skeleton broke into pieces at once. In the corner of his eyes, Tigeroar saw two bone mages lied down and crumbled under Lilthanasia's magic staff.

The war continued; fires were lighted everywhere; more bone warriors lied down, more wounds could be found at Tigeroar's limbs. His armours were damaged and his cloak was torn. Checking the elf lady near him, he found Lilthanasia was also lightly wounded. He tried his best to protect this elf magician, and intercepted all the melee attacks to her. They fighted against the Midgards side by side. With cares and smiles to each other, they acted as a perfect duo. All incoming enemies were flamed by Lilthanasia's magic spells, then were finished by Tigeroar's polearm strikes.

Nevertheless, happiness, sweetness and lucks never stayed at the cursed armsman for long all the time. God of Fate had turned his back to this couple …

A fallen skeleton archer suddenly revived and raised from the ground behind him. It drew an icy arrow and shot to his back. The armsman was badly injured and too exhausted to note the sneaky attack.

"Watch out, Tiger!" Lilthanasia quickly lurched forward to him and took the shot. The arrow struck through the elfmaid's body from her back. Tigeroar was shocked for this sudden act. The elf fell into the armsman's arms. "Litha!" The armsman roared. A thread of blood came out from her lips. He circled her waist by one arm, and used his full strength to throw the polearm to the attacker. The polearm was so fast. It hit the skull of that bone archer. A cracking sound was given out and then the skeleton fell down on the ground motionless again. So was the elf lady, she lost her strength and fell. Tigeroar embraced her with both arms and knelt on the ground.

Nothing happened before could make this experienced fighter scared so much. "Healers!" He yelled to his men, but his yell was drown in the sounds of siege weapons, explosions, magic spells and war drums. Lilthanasia gently brushed Tigeroar's cheek with her delicate hand. She said softly, "Tiger ... I am happy. I can die ... at your ... chest." Tears uncontrollably ran down Tigeroar's eyes. He wanted to say "no", but his lips shivered and could not give out a word.

Her face turned pale and white. "I ... love ... you Tig ...". Whispered the last words, Lilthanasia smiled and closed her eyes forever.

Tigeroar felt his world crumbled. He embraced Lilthanasia tightly and his eyes could not leave her smiling face.

A Norseman Hunter approached at this moment. He drew an arrow and aimed at the black tower emblem on Tigeroar's cloak. Flied through the wind, the arrow struck into Tigeroar's back.

Tigeroar neither felt the pain of the hit nor the presence of the arrow. His heart was already in the deepest pain. Within seconds, another arrow hit him. He ignored the hits but just used his back to protect the one he embraced. He did not want to turn his head to find his target, neither had intention to take revenge. All he wanted was keeping Lilthanasia protected from more damages.

Hearing the enemy behind drawing the third arrow, Tigeroar kept embracing his lover and gave out an expression of relief. Suddenly, a sound of lightning smite came from the enemy. Followed a cry, was the sound of the drop of a dead body.

"Tiger!" A familiar female voice was heard. Tigeroar bearly lifted his head and saw his friend Cisab running to him. Cisab the Cleric ran to his side and found he was dying. After casting the lightning bolts to the norseman, Cisab began to mumble the incantation of a healing spell.

The words were at her lips, but she was interrupted by Tigeroar's eyes. The eyes were pitiful, full of sorrows, and as if begging something. The second arrow at his back was penetrated into his heart. Tigeroar could almost see the path of death. He bearly shaked his head to his cleric friend. Bloods and tears had choked his throat. He could not speak a word. His wetted eyes were begging. Begging her to save the healing spell.

Cisab was a close friend of Tigeroar. Needless to ask much, she always knew what he thought. Watching Tigeroar embracing a dead elfmaid and dying, Cisab understood the words in his lips and mind. She cancelled the spell and let tears wet her eyes.

Recognizing Cisab's understanding, Tigeroar bearly gave her a grateful smile. He shivered. His face and lips turned pale. He glanced down and watched the lifeless face of Lilthanasia again. Gently landing his forehead on hers, he felt so relax. No matter how loud were the explosions and noises around, he could no longer hear anything at that moment. It was so silent in the surroundings and his heart. He felt calm and peaceful.

There were neither pains nor sorrows anymore; there was no need to care for realms, races, guilds, codes, laws and honors anymore; there was nothing could separate their souls anymore.

Tigeroar could not say a word. All he could do was using his last strength and breath, slowly kissed Lilthanasia's lips. He smiled when the kiss ended, and his life ended, because he died with his beloved one in his arms.

The highlander armsman and the elf enchantress were departed with smiles and peace.

Their love and souls carried on another space, another time and another epic.