The Blackblade Outpost, a stronghold built southwest of Zudak, is built on the most barren and useless land, so barren that even the undead don't want to touch it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said to be an outpost, but it is actually a military camp, but compared to the bustling military camps of other races, it is extremely quiet.

It's so quiet that it's oppressive.

Thassarian sat on the armament box, wiping his long sword with a rune cloth, every time at such a time, Thassarian would show that rare expression, as if he was reminiscing, and as if he was indulging in it, with mechanical wiping, the two long swords engraved with magic patterns also emitted a colder and colder light.

No one bothered him, and no one wanted to bother Sassarian in this state.

It wasn't until a tall figure stood in front of Thassarian that the icy aura of the same origin brought the lieutenant back to his senses, and he raised his head to look at the uninvited guy in front of him.

It was a high elf, the elf of Quel'Thalas, with long white hair draped over the sides of his cheeks, and his thin cheeks were no longer as handsome as before, looking a little weird, and the eyebrows that stabbed diagonally to both sides added a touch of indescribable indifference to this face that had been covered in death.

He was wearing black armor, which did not seem to be the Saron Evil Iron armor that circulated within the Knights of the Black Blade, but armor with a strong elven style, and carried a two-handed heavy sword that shone with green light, which was also gorgeous, and the most striking thing about that sword was that the blade was not the usual triangular blade, but a rare open blade, which made its slash incredibly lethal after sacrificing the piercing.

This Death Knight, whom Thassarian hadn't seen before, was probably a newcomer.

With the advancement of the Northern Expedition, the originally mysterious Black Blade Knights have fallen into the eyes of the major camps, especially those warriors of all ethnic groups who died unexpectedly, some through private means, some through official contacts, in short, after every big and small battle, there will be Black Blade Knights secretly rushed to the battlefield.

But not everyone is qualified to join the Knights of the Black Blade, Uther only needs those who are the most capable and strong-willed, as for whether he is a villain or a saint in life, he doesn't care much, death will erase everything after all, whether it is glory or sin.

The High Elf Death Knight looked at Thassarian, who looked at him, and finally the lieutenant lowered his head and continued to wipe his sword, ignoring the guy's unpleasant gaze, as if he had never appeared.

This disregard seemed to infuriate the High Elf Death Knight, who said in a deep, hoarse voice,

"I know you, Thassarian!"

"A lot of people know me..."

Thassarian responded, the expression on his face unchanged, he wiped his left hand sword, and raised his right hand again, but this response came to an abrupt end, as if the death knight had no intention of finishing his sentence.

So the High Elf Death Knight said,

"In the Eternal Song Forest of Quel'Thalas... My brother Fatola, I lost him, and it's in your hands!"

Thassarian's action of wiping the blade stopped, and he raised his head for the first time, carefully examining the face of the death knight, as if trying to see the face of the man who died under his sword, but ultimately failed.

Too many lives had passed, and they had brought Thassarian not even a touch of his heart, his heart had already become cold, the moment Arthas's blade pierced his heart, the moment he was forced to kill his own mother with his own hands.

"I'm sorry. ”

Thassarian whispered, and then continued what he had just done, an attitude that completely angered the elven Death Knight, who grabbed Thassarian by the collar and lifted him from the suitcase, his ice-blue eyes staring at Thassarian, trying to find even a hint of guilt on his face.

But no... There was not a trace of fluctuation.

"Bastard, remember my name, my name is Kurdila, and after killing the Lich King, I will personally put an end to the evil soul you should have destroyed a long time ago, I swear!"

Sasarian looked at the undead fire that kept beating in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face,

"You're welcome!"

"Smack!"

This attitude of ignorance made Kurdila completely lose his heart, he flicked his left hand and threw Thassarian out, and the lieutenant got up from the ground, he was a little embarrassed, but looking at Kurdila's back as he left in a rage, he shook his head, sat back on the box, and continued to wipe his sword.

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

Five minutes later, the shrill sound of horns resounded throughout the Blackblade Outpost, and Thassarian turned his wiped rune sword behind him and followed the Death Knights out of the camp, where a tall figure stood in the clearing in front of the Blackblade's iconic two giant purple rune broken blades: Uther, the Death Knight with the magic sword on his back, the master of the Knights of the Blackblade.

One of the most powerful death knights.

Thassarian and the dozen or so Death Knights who had originally followed Uther stood at the front of the group, a black army that had no color other than black, heavy and suffocating, oppressive and insane.

Death pervades the earth as if the end is near.

Uther turned, he looked at the black blade he had formed with one hand, there was no emotion in his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and pointed in the direction of the fortress of Daxsalon in the distance,

"It's been a long time since we've been here on this land, and I'm tired of dealing with those low-level undead, so today, we're going to take that fortress and cut off the head of that fool named Dakuru, to prove to our old friend Arthas that we, the dead who he killed and crawled out of hell, are here!"

The Death Knights have no objection to this, they are here for revenge, and they can't meet the Alsace bayonets yet, so it seems like a good thing to pull out a fortress as an appetizer first.

But Uther's story was evidently not over, and he paused for a few seconds before he spoke,

"On the other hand, I would like to introduce you to a new friend with whom you may have dealt in the past days, who was the sharpest knife in Alsace, and who is now on our side. ”

"Mr. Lotherma, come and say hello to your new companion!"

Hearing this name, Thassarian raised his eyebrows, and then saw the High Elf wearing black chain mail, carrying a black rose war bow, and carrying a black phoenix heavy sword coming out of the shadows behind Uther, this extreme stealth ability!

Lotherma's gaze was as cold as Uther's, and even closer to a substantial blade, and he glanced at the army in front of him, not speaking, just standing indifferently to the side.

Uther did not care about these things, but he turned to Lotherma and said,

"So, how many men do you need for your first mission, Corramas, the easternmost Scourge Floating City in Zudak?"

Lotherma glanced at him, then at the bone sword Death Judgment that was carried behind Uther, and said indifferently,

"I'm alone, that's enough... Too much gets in the way. ”

Uther didn't seem surprised, he nodded,

"Okay, but be careful, don't destroy the city, we're going to keep them as a stronghold. ”

After saying that, the Death Knight turned his head to look at the others,

"Thassarian, you take your brothers from the 1st, 3rd, 8th, and 9th detachments with me to the Daxsalon Fortress, and the others are led by Olista and Soval to the other two Scourge Floating Cities"

"In this battle, regardless of life or death, only look at success or failure!"

After Uther finished speaking, he turned to leave, Lotharma followed behind him, and the rest of the Death Knights quickly began to form formation, death is not the end, in addition to the transformation of life forms, they also have their own joys and sorrows, and even each Death Knight is special, they have their own feelings.

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

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

"Alright, stop playing, Theox, you should follow Lady Olista to Scourge Floating City, you know, that lady doesn't like people being late. ”

"But I miss you, Lieutenant Thassarian, have you ever thought of me?"

A hoarse and slender voice came from behind, and Thassarian didn't look back, he knew who it was, Banshee Theochs, an alternative in the Knights of the Black Blade, her feelings seemed to be stronger than the other Death Knights, but it wasn't love, it was just habit... Pathetic habits.

"Don't make a fuss, Theoux, you and I both know that we've long since missed this thing. ”

Thassarian reached out and let go of the Banshee Theox's hands around his neck, and turned to look at the Night Elf Death Knight, her cheeks were equally emaciated, but it had a special beauty for women, and the necromantic minions she summoned were different from the skeletons or abominations of other Death Knights, a creature resembling a troll brute and wearing special armor.

Thassarian knew that it was Ander, a necromancer who claimed to be an attendant of Theox.

"Say, what's the matter. ”

Theox glared at Thassarian dissatisfied, then rubbed her nails and whispered,

"I have a message that you're absolutely interested, but you've got to kiss me first..."

Before the banshee could finish speaking, Thassarian turned to leave, and then he heard the banshee's next unhurried voice,

"News about a human girl named Leresa and a Blackblade recruit named Kurdila..."

Thassarian's footsteps stopped, there were many girls named Leresa in this world, but he only cared about one of them, and judging by the expression on Sioux's victorious face, it was clear that this was the one he was most worried about.

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

Ten minutes later, in the upcoming Death Knight squad, the recruit Kurdila was a little nervous, this was his first battle as a Death Knight, it was not the same as his battle in the army of Quel'Thalas, and as he wiped his two-handed heavy sword, a figure appeared in front of him.

It was Sassarian, and Kurdila looked at the guy who had taken his brother's life, and her eyes were full of hatred,

"What are you doing here?

Thassarian ignored the impatience and murderous intent in Kurdila's voice, instead, he looked at him, very serious, but still did not speak, this particular gesture surprised Kurdila, and soon, this surprise turned into irritability

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Uh... Ready, ready to go!"

Sasarian threw a word at him and turned to leave, and Kurdira looked at the back of the lieutenant as he left, and twitched,

"Stupid idiot!"