26 years of the Dark Gate

Northrend

Dragonbone Wilds

Necropolis - Naxxramas

"Lord Kel'thugad," Gotik saluted respectfully to the lich Kel'thugad in the Magical Mirror. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is there anything wrong, Gotic." The resurrected K'l'Comfortgard looked at Gotik, "If there's nothing important, don't bother me." ”

"No, no, my lord, the High Elf Ranger you once instructed me to deal with is now making significant progress."

"Oh? Who? ”

"It's the frozen High Elf Ranger you gave me six years ago."

"Huh?" Kel'thugad was puzzled for a moment, and then found the relevant impression in the corner of his memory. "Didn't I tell you to turn it into a Death Knight? What's wrong? ”

"Hey, hey, hey," Gotik laughed, his dry voice like a ghost's roar, "When you brought him to me, out of curiosity, my subordinates peeked into the Ranger's memories. Then, I found something very interesting. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Well, well, Ranger, I'll call it that," Gotick said, "his memory is so messy and missing that his consciousness is in disarray. I guess it was caused by the turbulence of magical energy at the time, but in these messy memories, I also discovered that the ranger was also a mage with powerful mana. ”

"Oh!" Kel'thugad looked at Gotik through the magic mirror, and his words were slightly interested, "A mage, how can a mage become a ranger?" ”

"The memories are too confusing for me to peep into, but in some messy memories, the Ranger seems to have had a conflict with Darkan."

"Hehe, and that's not all, this Ranger was also the first to find out that Darkan had taken root with our Scourge Legion. But at that time, he warned his colleague, Oh, now the regent of Quel'Thalas, Lothima, but no one believed him because there was no evidence. ”

"Also, before our Scourge attacked Quel'Thalas, he somehow guessed that the Legion's target was the Sunwell, intending to warn their king, and that the Burning Legion was coming."

"Oh!" Kel'thugad raised his voice. "A visionary mage, or a ranger. But so what? Darkan's shitch gave him two chances, but he didn't take them. What is the value of a guy who can't even fight Darkan? ”

"Of course there is, just because he is a smart person, you must know that the death knights who have been transformed before are basically brainless." "Also, I was unexpectedly able to get some very valuable materials, so I gave him a small makeover before awakening our intrepid ranger." ”

"Gotic, I didn't even know that you were quite good at transformation!"

"It's over, my lord," Gotik bowed slightly towards Kel'thugad in thanks, "I wonder if you would like to see and appreciate the performance of my outstanding 'student'?" ”

"Oh, well, let me meet your brilliant student!"

"As you wish, Lord Kel'thugad!"

Gotik unleashed a spell that unfolded a recorded image in midair.

Image:

A great abomination roared, an abomination far greater than the average abomination. It was Parchvik, the passage used to guard the construction area. Hilgei commanded the assembly of his structure, which was brought to life by Kel'thugad.

The abomination let out a loud roar, swinging a massive axe and slashing at the tiny creature standing in front of him.

The next moment, Parchwick was knocked out of the way. The whole body was knocked into the wall more than ten meters away. Roaring, Parchwick climbed up from the smashed wall and threw the chain hook in his hand at the black-armored knight.

The knight stretched out a hand, and a blue magical barrier appeared in front of him, blocking the flying hook. Then five fingers clenched, and Parchwick was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the air by an invisible hand, and even though he roared and struggled to no avail. Then, the knight waved his hand down, and Pachwick was slammed to the ground.

Parchwick scrambled to attack the knight, but a violent cold wind blew and froze him in ice.

The knight put his hand down, and turned away as if he had done something insignificant.

Lens shifts

In a valley, four knights dressed in different suits were attacking around the black-armored knight they had just had.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Sir Serrijek, Baron Rivendell, Duchess Braumux, and Lord of Coultaz. Four powerful Death Knights besieged the black-armored knight together, however, even the four of the most powerful Death Knights combined could not take down the black knight.

Sir Serriek and Duchess Braumus used powerful magic against the Black Knight, but were easily blocked by the Black Knight's unfurled magical barrier. Meanwhile, the Black Knight, armed with two swords, is dealing with the attacks of Baron Rivendell and Lord Kurtaz. Although they were at a disadvantage, the two powerful Death Knights were unable to take down the Black Knights.

While dealing with the attacks of the two Death Knights, the Black Knight easily blocked the spells that attacked him, and was able to use magic to fight back.

After unleashing Baron Rivendell's runic sword and Lord Kurtaz's skull hammer, the Black Knight vanished in an instant, and countless ice picks fell from the sky and smashed towards the four Death Knights.

When the four death knights scrambled to fend off the attack of the icicle, the disappeared black knight appeared in the clearing more than ten meters away, raised his left hand, and the dazzling magical aura converged in his hand.

Immediately afterward, countless pillars of silver light fell from the sky, drowning the figures of the four Death Knights.

When the four Death Knights were seen again, they were all standing on the ground with their swords in their hands, their armor in tatters, and they were badly wounded.

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"How, Master Kel'thugad, is this 'student' of mine still in your sights?"

"Not bad, not bad." Kel'thugad looked at the Black Knight in the image with satisfaction.

"The Scourge needs this kind of power, and this time you're doing a great job, Gotik."

"Thank you, Lord Kel'thugad, for all the service of the Great Lich King. I think that when the master wakes up, he will be glad that there is a powerful Death Knight commander in his army. ”

"Commander!?" Kel'thugad clasped his hands together, not knowing what he was thinking, the blue soul fire burning in his skull.

"No, Gothik," said Kel'thugad, "he serves other purposes. ”

"What?"

"He's not going to be a mighty death knight, but a new recruit of a death knight."

"A Death Knight recruit from the Fortress of Acherus."

"I don't understand, Lord Kel'thugad?"

"Our new High Lord, Darien Mograine, after I transformed it into a Death Knight, I discovered that there was still a trace of humanity in his already cold heart."

“...... You mean? ”

"All this just in case ................"

"If he dares to betray the Scourge like Sylvanas, then let your masterpiece send him to hell with your own hands............"

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"As you wish, Lord Kel'thugad."