For countless years, the Daxalon Fortress has been a stronghold of the border guarded by the trolls of Zudak Dakale, who have even built tall, sturdy walls and stairs along the sides of the fortress to defend against the bears and other opponents who rush up from the Grizzly Hills. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wall had protected them for tens of thousands of years, had protected the trolls through several major wars, and had not collapsed even in the collapse of the heavens and the earth 10,000 years ago, but this time, in the face of the blade of darkness wielded from further west, it had not been able to protect the Dhakale trolls living here as before.

In fact, even in the face of the invasion of the undead scourge, the fortress did not fall so easily, and this shameful defeat that almost completely destroyed the Dakale trolls came more from the betrayer from within, Dakuru.

This troll was just an ordinary troll when the Lich King didn't rise, maybe a sacrifice or something, but the difference between him and other trolls is that this guy was the first guy to take the initiative to accept the Lich King's power and wholeheartedly help the Lich King infect his own people to gain more power.

This mentality of giving up everything for the sake of power brought him to the attention of the Lich King, who gave Dakuru the power he wanted with the will of the Lich King before Arthas left Northrend for the first time, and when the second Lich King stood up from the throne, Dakuru had already led his army of "trolls" to capture the fortress of Daxalon, truly opening a path to Zudak for the Scourge.

In recognition of this "dedication", the Lich King gave him another commendation, much to Dakuru's satisfaction, but he also expected more, and in this sense, Dakuru was a true troll, with all the good qualities of a troll.

Cruel, cunning, and unscrupulous for the sake of the end, he is ruthless enough, and he is never superstitious about power, and uses more wisdom to act, which also makes him the public enemy of the entire Dakale troll, but Dakuru... Maybe from the beginning, he never cared about that.

Today, however, Dakuru and his Dasakron fortress have a new opponent.

Uther stood in front of the main entrance of the Dasarlon Fortress, the heavy gate had been closed, this was the gate built when the Dhakale trolls were at their strongest, although it was wooden, but the heavy magic patterns on it ensured that it was strong enough, and outside the door, there was a whole army of undead trolls!

There were soldiers, sacrifices, civilians, and even foreigners, it was Dakuru's army, and now, the Dark Overseer, appointed by the Lich King, stood at the top of Dasakron's fortress, looking with contempt at Uther and his army of less than 200 men behind him.

No one would have believed that Uther would be able to break through the mighty Dasaklon Fortress with such a little strength.

Uther felt that contemptuous gaze, but he didn't care, because he knew that his power had always been buried under this land.

The Death Knight drew the death verdict from behind him, blood-red light wrapped around the hideous bone spurs and blades of light, and Uther lifted it into the air, black batwings appearing behind him, spreading behind him like a sun, and the ground below shook at the same time.

Dozens of black lightning bolts appeared from the top of Uther's blade, like a black streamer, and when the streamer reached its peak, the ground shook the most violently, and the next moment, the ground under Uther's feet cracked, and more than a dozen necromantic servants broke through the ground and crawled out of the ground.

They were more than 4 meters tall, dressed in tattered armor and holding rusty heavy weapons, and staggered to Uther's side, defending him like the most determined soldiers.

After doing all this, the Death Knight looked up at the top of the Dasakron Fortress, behind him, more than 200 Death Knights had already summoned their own army of the dead, the true elite of these Knights of the Black Blade, not those ghouls or skeletons, even Kurdila, who had only recently joined the Knights of the Black Blade, had barely summoned four Viku necromancers, as well as two high-level spider demons.

The number of the entire team swelled nearly 20 times in an instant, but it wasn't over yet.

Standing beside Uther, Thassarian removed the bone-white horn from his belt, and the power of darkness surged to blow the bone horn, and a few seconds later, the sound of large creatures slapping the air came from afar, and with the bitter cold of the surrounding temperature dropping several degrees in an instant, dozens of frost dragons controlled by the death knight rushed down from the dark sky.

Dakuru's face changed drastically, but before he could give the order, the dark batwing behind Uther jerked violently in the air, causing his body to rush forward, like a black turbidity current appeared on the ground, piercing the defense line of the undead trolls in front of him in an instant, and the next moment, there was a deafening collision sound at the main gate of Dasaklon Fortress.

The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment, the smoke cleared, the gate had not yet collapsed, and the dazzling black energy and the light and shadow of the troll runes collided and entwined almost blown open everything around it, except Uther, like a black nail, nailed to the front of the gate.

Charge, raise your sword, dash forward, slash!

"Click"

Uther carried the bone sword behind him, and the ground cracked beneath his feet, and under the gaze of Dakuru and the other Death Knights, a black blade of light that seemed to pierce the sky flashed into the gate and the wall in front of him, as if a black crack appeared in the wall and gate.

Eventually, Uther was strong, but not enough to destroy the massive structure in one blow, but... His purpose was achieved.

The Death Knight reached out and nudged the door in front of him.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the heavy gray-blue gate shattered into frantically surging splinters in front of his eyes, and in the space where the sawdust flew, the road ahead was clear, and the Death Knights and their army of the dead began to charge silently, and the bone dragons in the sky sprayed death on the city that had long since died.

Nothing can stop them... No more.

Kurdila was killed a month ago in a military operation to explore the Icecrown Glacier from the Crystal Song Forest, so he only had half a month to become a death knight, and if he was already a powerful Quel'Thalas Blood Elf warrior before he died in battle, he would not be eligible to participate in this operation.

But Rao is so, from controlling anger to now controlling the surging death in his body, he is obviously still a little uncomfortable, whether it is the operation of power, or the understanding of death, it is still a little jerky, which makes him always subconsciously use the way of a warrior to solve the battle when facing the tall trolls swarming in front of him.

But the anger no longer responds to him, which makes Kurdila's battle harder.

"The intruder... Die!"

The Troll Overseer, who had been completely undead, brandished the heavy backblade knife in his hand and slashed towards Kurdila, the weapons collided, making the High Elf Death Knight couldn't help but take several steps back before stopping, but this was not the end, because Kurdila was not yet proficient in commanding the necromancers he had summoned, they all fought on their own instincts and did not come to support Kurdila at all.

So after the number of tall troll overseers around him reached 5, Kurdila's barely sustainable battle immediately collapsed, and his body was hit by the backblade, rolling on the ground in embarrassment, and he could only surge death energy outside his body, forming a blood-colored shield to protect himself from serious injury.

But the next moment, a black shadow jumped into the battle circle, his left hand waved forward, and the blood-red death energy formed a chain, which was buckled on the body of the troll overseer who was about to cut Kurdila, and pulled it back, the body was still flying in the air, and the long sword in Thassarian's hands had already been swung, and the death energy flowed, through the runes on the blade of the sword, it was transformed into bone-piercing frost, forming a circle of small northland storms outside his body, but all the troll undead who approached him would be constantly slowed down under the impact of frost, and finally turned into five crystal clear ice sculptures。

Thassarian's sword glowed blood-red, slashing at the two ice sculptures left and right, slashing into the troll overseers' necks before they could break the ice, the force of the death energy severing their heads, and headless corpses slamming to the ground.

Death Knight Skill - Spirit Strike.

A remnant of blood-red shield appeared around Thassarian's body, a shield made of the power of death drawn from the corpse just now, helping him block the slash of the remaining three Overseers, and his left hand waved again, and the blood-red energy that rushed out of the ground turned into a claw, choking the neck of a troll Overseer, lifting it high into the air, constantly struggling, but unable to break free.

Death Knight Skill - Suffocating Grip

In the next second, the light and shadow danced again, this time the blade was wrapped with snow-white frost power, and with the blessing of this cold power, Sassarian's attack speed became faster and faster.

Two blades of white light pulsed across the troll's body, and after the final blow was done, the remaining two Troll Overseers continued to slash as before, but all the joints in their bodies had been slashed open.

Combat Skill - Frost Strike.

With the final blow, Thassarian's hands clasped together and swung into the sky, the ice-blue energy extending over his combined swords, instantly forming a thick, delicate ice scythe, which grazed the bodies of the three trolls under Thassarian's slash, and the extremely sharp scythe grazed their corpses, cutting them into six pieces with precision.

High-level skill - Frost Scythe

With all that done, Sasarian returned the twin swords behind his back, and Kurdila had just gotten up from the ground, less than 3 seconds later.

Sasarian looked back at Kurdira, was silent for a moment, and reached out to him, Kurdila had a laceration on his left leg, he looked at Sassarian's outstretched hand, and didn't want to pay attention to it, but in the end it was still grabbed by Sasarian and lifted from the ground.

"Why save me?"

Kurdila asked unappreciatively, and Sasarian was silent for a moment, and then spoke,

"Thank you for saving my sister Leresa and even sacrificing your own life for it... I owe you my life!"

Sasarian looked at Kurdila seriously, and the latter probably remembered something, and froze in place, and finally smiled mockingly,

"I didn't expect that human girl who recklessly broke into the battlefield would be your sister... Uh... Forget it, I don't regret saving a life from the undead that shouldn't have died, but Thassarian, you're wrong, you owe me two lives! And my brother Fatola, I'll kill you with my own hands, I swear!"

Thassarian glanced at him and whispered,

"After slaying the Lich King, I will give you back my life with my own hands. ”

"No!"

Kurdila pulled an ugly smile on her face, "Keep it, I'll get it myself!"

Passing behind the two men, death and death were colliding frantically, like two giant beasts wielding death, roaring to pierce their teeth into each other's veins and put each other to death.

And higher up, Uther and Dakuru have already exchanged hands, and the victory or defeat of these two guys will directly determine the direction of this battle.

No one wants to lose, so they all want to win, but the cruelest part is this, there is always only one winner.