Azeroth Trail of Light

Black Blade Outpost, this is a stronghold established in the southwest of Zul'Drak. It was built on the most barren and useless land. This land is so barren that even the undead are unwilling to get involved.

It is said to be an outpost, but it is already considered a military camp, but compared with the bustling military camps of other races, this place is exceptionally quiet.

It's depressingly quiet.

Thassarian sat on the armament box and wiped his long sword with a piece of rune cloth. Every time at this time, Thassarian would show that rare expression, as if he was remembering, or like Indulging in it, with the mechanical wiping, the two long swords engraved with magic patterns also emitted a colder light.

No one bothered him, and no one wanted to disturb Thassarian in this state.

It wasn't until a tall figure stood in front of Thassarian that the icy breath from the same source brought the lieutenant back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the uninvited guy in front of him.

It was a high elf, an elf of Quel'Thalas, with long white hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks, and his skinny cheeks were not as handsome as before. This face, already covered by death, added a touch of indescribable indifference.

He is wearing black armor, which seems to be not the Saronite armor circulated within the Ebon Blade Knights, but an armor with a strong elf style. He also carries a two-handed epee shining with green light, which is equally gorgeous Abnormally, the most striking thing about that sword is that the blade is not an ordinary triangular edge, but a rare open blade. After sacrificing piercing, its slashing becomes astonishingly lethal.

Thassarian had never seen this death knight before, so he was probably a newcomer.

With the advancement of the Northern Expedition, the originally mysterious Ebon Knights have fallen into the eyes of the major camps, especially those warriors of various races who died in accidental battles, some through private means and some through official contacts. After big and small battles, there will be Ebon Knights rushing to the battlefield secretly.

But not everyone is eligible to join the Knights of the Ebon Blade. Uther only wants those who are the most capable and determined. As for whether he was a villain or a saint in life, he doesn't care much. Death will eventually wipe everything out. Whether that is glory or sin.

The high elf death knight looked at Thassarian, and Thassarian looked at him, and finally the lieutenant lowered his head and continued to wipe his long sword, ignoring the guy's unpleasant gaze, as if he had never appeared.

This disregard seems to have angered the high elf death knight, he said in a low, hoarse voice,

"I know you, Thassarian!"

"A lot of people know me..."

Thassarian responded without changing the expression on his face. After wiping the sword in his left hand, he raised the sword in his right hand again, but the response came to an abrupt end, as if the death knight didn't intend to finish his sentence at all.

Then the high elf death knight said again,

"In Eversong Forest in Quel'Thalas...my brother Faltola, I lost him, and he is in your hands!"

As soon as Thassarian stopped wiping the blade, he raised his head for the first time, carefully sizing up the face of the death knight, as if he wanted to see the face of the person who died by his sword from this face , but ultimately fails.

Too many lives passed by, and what they brought to Thassarian did not even touch his heart. His heart had already become icy cold. The moment he was forced to kill his mother with his own hands.

"Feel sorry."

Thassarian said something in a low voice, and then continued what he hadn't done just now. This attitude completely angered the elf death knight. He grabbed Thassarian by the collar and lifted him up from the combat equipment box , his ice blue eyes stared at Thassarian, trying to find even a trace of guilt in his face.

But no... no fluctuation at all.

"Bastard! Remember my name, my name is Koldira, after killing the Lich King, I will personally end the evil soul you should have wiped out long ago, I swear!"

Thassarian looked at the undead fire that was constantly beating in front of Kurtila, a smile appeared on his face,

"Welcome!"

"Snapped!"

This ignoring attitude made Kurdilla completely lose his heart. He flicked his left hand and threw Thassarian out. The lieutenant got up from the ground. He was a little embarrassed, but watched Kurdilla leave angrily. With his back, he shook his head, sat back on the box, and continued to wipe his blade.

There is no fight, because there is no need to fight, Koldira is not an enemy, that's all.

Five minutes later, the ear-piercing sound of horns resounded throughout the Black Front Outpost. Thassarian turned the wiped rune longsword behind his back, and followed the death knights striding out of the camp. In the open space in front of the huge purple rune Broken Blade, a tall figure was standing there. It was Uther, the death knight with the magic sword on his back, and the master of the Black Blade Knights.

One of the most powerful death knights.

Thassarian and the dozen or so death knights who followed Uther stood at the forefront of the team. This is a black army with no other colors except black. It is heavy and suffocating, and it is depressing and crazy. .

Death filled the land, as if the end was near.

Uther turned around. He looked at the black blade he had built with his own hands. There was no emotion in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the Dak'Saron Fortress in the distance.

"It's been a long time since we came to this land, and I'm tired of dealing with those low-level undead, so today, we're going to capture that fortress and cut off the head of that idiot named Drakuru as a tribute to our Old friend Arthas proves that we, the dead who were killed by him and crawled out of hell, are here!"

The death knights had no objection to this. They came here just for revenge, and they couldn't meet Alsace's bayonet right now, so it seemed like a good thing to unplug a fort first as an appetizer.

However, Uther's narration was obviously not over yet, he paused for a few seconds, and then said again,

"Another thing, I want to introduce a new friend to you. In the past days, you may have dealt with him. He was the sharpest knife in Alsace. Now, he is our side. It's gone."

"Mr. Lor'themar, come say hello to your new companion!"

Hearing this name, Thassarian frowned, and then saw the high elf wearing black mail, carrying a black rose war bow, and carrying a black phoenix epee walking from the shadow behind Uther. Come out, this ultimate concealment ability! Simply shocking!

Lor'themar's eyes were as cold as Uther's, even closer to the actual blade. He glanced at the army in front of him, didn't speak, just stood aside indifferently.

Uther didn't care about these things. He turned to Lor'themar and said,

"So, for your first mission, Korramas, the easternmost natural disaster floating city in Zul'Drak, how many people do you need?"

Lor'themar glanced at him, then at the bone sword death sentence Uther carried behind him, and said indifferently,

"I'm alone, that's enough... Too much will get in the way."

Uther didn't seem surprised, he nodded,

"Okay! But be careful, don't destroy that city, we still have to keep them as strongholds."

After finishing speaking, the death knight turned to look at the others,

"Thassarian, take the brothers from the 1st, 3rd, 8th, and 9th teams to Dak'Saron Fortress with me, and the others will be led by Orista and Soval to the other two natural disasters. "Floating City"

"In this battle, regardless of life or death, it only depends on success or failure!"

After Uther finished speaking, he turned and left. Lor'themar followed behind him, while the rest of the death knights quickly formed formation. Death is not the end. In addition to the transformation of life forms, they also have their own emotions. Even every death knight is special, they all have their own feelings.

Thassarian was about to leave when a pair of cold but unusually slender hands wrapped around his neck from behind, followed by an equally cold body hanging behind his back as if playing .

A strange expression appeared on the lieutenant's face, which also broke his usual indifference,

"Okay, stop playing, Theoux, you should go to the Natural Disaster Floating Void City with Mrs. Orista, you know, that lady doesn't like people being late."

"But I miss you, Lieutenant Thassarian, have you missed me?"

A hoarse and slender voice came from behind. Thassarian knew who it was without turning his head. The banshee Theox, an alternative in the Knights of the Ebon Blade, seemed to have stronger feelings than other death knights. , but that's not love, just habit...sad habit.

"Stop it, Theoux, you and I both know that we have long since missed this thing."

Thassarian stretched out his hand and let go of the banshee Theox's hands wrapped around his neck. He turned around and looked at the night elf death knight. Her cheeks were also thin, but for women, it had a kind of twist. It has a special aesthetic feeling, and the necromancer she summons is also different from other death knights' skeletons or abominations. It is a creature similar to a troll brute, and it also wears special armor.

Thassarian knew that it was Andrew, a necromancer who claimed to be Theoux's attendant.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Theox gave Thassarian a dissatisfied look, then rubbed her nails, and said softly,

"I have a message that you're definitely interested in, but you have to kiss me first..."

Before the banshee finished speaking, Thassarian turned and left, and then he heard the banshee's unhurried voice,

"News about a human girl named Lyrisa and an Ebon recruit named Koldira..."

Thassarian stopped in his footsteps. There are many girls named Lerissa in this world, but he only cares about one of them. Judging from the expression on Theoux's winning face, this is obviously the one he is most worried about .

In the end, the banshee Theox was satisfied with what she wanted, while Thassarian got another thing.

Ten minutes later, in the death knight squad that was about to set off, the recruit Koldira was a little nervous. This was his first battle as a death knight, which was different from his battle in the Quel'Thalas army. Just as he was wiping his epee in both hands, a figure appeared in front of his eyes.

It's Thassarian, Kuldira looked at the guy who took his brother's life, his eyes were full of hatred,

"What are you doing here? Are you courting death?"

Thassarian ignored the impatience and killing intent in Kurtilla's voice. On the contrary, he looked at him very seriously, but he still didn't speak. This special gesture surprised Kurtilla very much. Soon, this surprise turned into irritability

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Fu is ready, we are going!"

Thassarian threw a word at him, then turned and left. Kurtira looked at the back of the lieutenant, and twitched his mouth.

"Stupid idiot!"

(Sassarian's title before his death was lieutenant, and it was written as captain in front of it, Sorry!)