Swapping into my new armor and new runic sword, I turned and walked over to the teleporter, to the lowest level of the fortress of Acherus. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There, High Lord Darien Mograini commanded all the Death Knights of the Fortress of Acherus, commanding the Scourge in an assault on the Scarlet Crusaders.

The High Lord is dressed in monstrous armor and carries the famous Ember Messenger behind him. This sacred sword, once the nemesis of the Scourge Legion, was in the hands of his previous user, Alexandros Mograine, and it caused serious losses to the Scourge Legion. But in the end, even the Ember Bringer, as dazzling as the sun, will finally surrender to the will of the Lich King!

The Scourge will rule all of Azeroth, long live the Lich King!

"Your Excellency, the Death Knight, Hugh Belmont, reports to you!" I walked up to the High Lord, Darien Mograini, and saluted him.

"You are?" The High Lord turned around, stared at the armor on my body, and said to me, "Who are you, I don't remember when there was an extra captain-level Death Knight!" ”

"I'm a Death Knight who has just finished training from Instructor La Suvios, and I've been ordered to report to the High Lord!"

"Oh!?" The Great Lord looked at me unexpectedly, "It seems that you are favored by Rasuvios, and you are the first death knight to be promoted to the rank of captain after completing your training." ”

"It's an honor for subordinates!"

"Honor?! No, it's not just your honor, it's your obligation. The High Lord turned and took a piece of parchment from the table.

"The Scourge doesn't need the weak! Since La Suvios directly promoted you, then you have to have the strength to match your identity. ”

"Scourge Commander Saranor is on our balcony to the southeast, report to him at once, and ask him to use the Scourge Griffin to send you to the Death Rift below."

"Prince Varana should be waiting for you there."

"Bear your pain, my brother."

"Yes, Your Excellency!" I took the parchment, bowed to the Great Lord, and turned to leave.

Saranor is a Quel'Thalas High Elf like me, and of course, we're all in the service of the Lich King right now.

He had only been awakened after a long death, his skin pale and dry, and he was standing on the edge of the balcony, managing the entry and exit of personnel. I walked over, saluted, and handed over the parchment that the High Lord had given me.

"Hello Commander! Hugh Belmont, the Death Knight, reports to you and his subordinates apply to go to the Death Rift. ”

"Oh! A brilliant recruit, the Scourge needs talent like you! "Saranor brought a scourge griffon to me and handed me the parchment again.

"Go ahead! Prince Varana is down there, and he'll take care of your next mission. ”

I mounted the griffon, and the griffin spread its withered wings and flew down. The sky outside was dim, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

Looking down from the sky, on the battlefield in the distance, the battle is raging, and those humble bloody crusaders are futilely resisting the attack of the Scourge Legion, of course, in the process, the fear of the living is indispensable.

And I'm fear!

I made my way to the camp at the Death Rift, got off the griffin, and walked into the camp. The Scourge Legion's camp is not full of chaos like the living. Here, there are only fighters and cannon fodder who are going to go to war, or cannon fodder who are going to go to war.

We don't need food, we don't need to care for wounded soldiers, we don't need to use such an ethereal thing as morale, and we don't need deserters who are afraid of death. Because our existence is death itself!

"A newborn Death Knight."

Prince Varana took the parchment, opened it, looked at it, and threw it aside.

"Alright! It seems that La Suvios is optimistic about your performance, so so be it, recruit! ”

"Since you are already a captain-level death knight, then go to your subordinates and lead them to the front line."

"The Scarlet Crusaders are resisting the Scourge in vain, and now they are ready to fight their back outside the Death Rift, desperately trying to save their horses, mines, timber, and civilians."

"You'll learn your first military lesson in the Scourge Legion: Fear!"

"Go to the front line in the south and defeat the Scarlet Crusaders. We can use them in the Death Crusade. ”

"Yes, sir!"

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Sometimes I hate idiots, and of course I hate brainless subordinates even more. After accepting the assignment from Prince Varana, I took the order and went to my subordinates. A bunch of Death Knight recruits like me, but I'm stronger than them, and yet these idiots ignore my orders and are full of rejection for my direct promotion to captain of theirs.

Oh! Listen to what they say, lucky guys, it's ridiculous, the rubbish who doesn't even understand the gap between us, well, just like against that abomination, you have to use force against these brainless guys!

I drew my sword, slashed the loudest orc to the ground, and the world fell silent.

"Listen, you trash!" The eyes of the soul fire burned at my 'cute' subordinates, and the power of frost rolled up a cold wind around me, and in just a moment, everything around me was frozen in frost.

Looking at the horrified expressions of my 'cute' subordinates, I smiled and said to them:

"I'm here to be your captain because I'm stronger than all of you combined. If I kill you, it will be as easy as strangling an ant. ”

"If you think you have what it takes to take my place, I'm always ready to take your place, like the most talked-about orcs."

I stepped on the head of the orc I had killed, and waved a ghoul.

"Take this guy to the psychics, and tell them that this guy had an accident and accidentally dropped himself to his death. Let them waste and turn this guy into your fellow man! ”

Watching the ghouls drag the orc's corpses away, I reclaimed my frost power and freed my frozen subordinates. Looking at their submissive looks, this time I was satisfied.

"So, then, Captain...... What do we do next? "A female elf Death Knight asked me, well, not an elf from Quel'Thalas. It's our distant relative in Kalimdor, the Night Elves.

"Why do you need to ask?" I glanced around at the seven subordinates and smiled cruelly.

"Pick up your weapons, go to the front lines, and take out the living who dare to resist the Scourge Legion."

"Turn them into corpses and let them be called up by the Scourge Legion."

"Destroy their will to resist and make them feel despair and fear!"

"Cold blood, flowing endlessly, conquer everything!"