"Ah~It hurts Lao Tzu~" The soldiers in the team sat up slowly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This thing is called Fenix, and he is a bastard whose life is harder than a cockroach. He was born in the Tirisfara glades, the son of a Scarlet Centurion. Having fought the undead since childhood, he was a veritable master of weapons, and the brainwashing education of the Scarlet Crusaders made him a ruthless killer who feared his enemies. However, every strong person has an Achilles' heel, and this product is no exception. As the saying goes: money makes the devil grind. He's not a ghost, but he's definitely going to grind.

The Scarlet Crusaders were known for their zeal and hardship, which forced him to flee the Scarlet Abbey and commit a barricade in the Western Plaguelands. The moment he emerged from the grass, I admit I was a little scared, his blood-red armor and whirlwind two-handed axe did seem a little intimidating. But he is facing a team of holy knights (commonly known as milk riders), and in the case of milk and milk, it is only a matter of time before he is killed. He was exhausted from two hours of fierce fighting, and looking at him in almost despair, I was going to end this boring game and give him a good time.

I put down my shield and one-handed hammer and drew my sword behind my back to have a fair fight with him. The result was self-evident, and I stabbed my sword into his heart with the Holy Shield technique. But he didn't die, the thing says his heart grew on the right side. We healed his wounds with the Light and exhorted him to join the Silver Dawn.

Eventually, he joined our team, but with two demands. The first is that the spoils of war will be divided fifty-fifty percent in the future, and the second is that he will not change the robes of the Scarlet Crusade wherever he goes.

While resisting natural disasters, I unfortunately became a death knight and met him in the wilderness without knowing the truth. He was ecstatic and rushed towards me, who had been missing for days, and I plunged the rune sword into his right heart. But he didn't die, and everyone was amazed afterwards, but he said that his heart was full of gold, so it couldn't be broken. But I knew that there was something in his heart that was harder than gold.

"Damn, why is it still snowing on the Hellfire Peninsula? I'll go, the Outlands (another name for Draenor) 15 years ago were different! As he spoke, the warrior grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, but the smell of the snow made him vomit it again.

"Bloody, rancid. The smell is the snow of Northrend, and we didn't get to Draeno 15 years ago. I said, twisting the snow in my hands.

"Damn, Khadgar's grandson is really unreliable! How did you get us the North Pole! "The warrior doesn't have a good impression of Khadgar's white-haired mage at all. Because when the alliance needed him, he was just playing soy sauce in the outer lands. And just as everyone was about to forget about him, he suddenly appeared and tricked our king into going to the outer lands of the parallel world to resist the newly formed Iron Tribe. At this time, the warrior seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurriedly said, "Oh my God, we still have to take a boat back to Stormwind City." I'll go, what are you kidding, who's going to pay! ”

"Don't open your mouth to pay money and shut up about money, it's not better to live than anything else, be content, you live a lifetime......"

"Stop, just tell me the true meaning of life, you living dead. Why don't you find a beggar and tell me how to get rich? ”

"Okay, let's not talk about any big reason. I don't have a single place on my body that can move except this mouth. Go and see how those guys are doing! ”

"You can't move, you're still panting!"

"Don't make a fuss, I don't have any strength in my body now, your life is hard, your body is still strong, you go and take a look."

"You can't move a living dead, but I can move a big living person! Damn, Lao Tzu fainted from pain when he entered the portal for the first time, it's like being skinned and boneless, and the mage really doesn't have a reliable one! Although he said this, he still crawled to his companion with difficulty. But after just a few crawls, he fell to the ground and remained motionless.

"Damn, are you alright?" I threw myself at the warrior with all my might, but I didn't pounce a few times before I fell into the snow, unable to move. I was anxious, and I vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

"It's okay, I can't die, it's okay, just rest......"

"Your uncle, you're scared to death!"

"Hehe, if only I could scare you to death......" The warrior's voice was weak, but I could feel that he was still some distance from death.

The snow in Northrend was still falling slightly, and it floated on me with cruel grace, as if it wanted to embrace me, as if it wanted to bury me, or both. Just as my spirit was dying, hope appeared before me.

"No, we're in the wrong portal!" The paladin sat up.

Paladin, whose real name is Ares. Born into a family of minor nobles in Stormwind, he joined the Stormwind Militia because he didn't like the pampered days. I thought that this boy would not be able to survive the army and get out of the Elwin Forest, but I didn't expect him to be smooth sailing in the army. And rush to the front every time you fight. At first, I thought he was pretending, but after years of fighting, he is still at the forefront, is he competitive? It wasn't until I became a Death Knight that I realized that he was too killing. He shouldn't be a paladin, he should be an executioner. Fortunately, there was the Holy Light as the last barrier in his heart, so that he would not do some inhumane things.

"Dead Ride! Are you okay! Seeing me lying in the snow, the paladin asked eagerly.

I smiled and didn't answer. I saw the golden light in his hand flash, and a soft holy light enveloped my body. The light is light and warm. But for me, the living dead, it was like a red-hot iron bar, unbearable. But as painful as it was, it gave me strength and made my wounds scab over quickly.

There are two types of Death Knights, the first of which is known as the First Death Knights, who are undead mages created by Gul'dan. During the Dark Gate, Orgrim Doomhammer heeded Durotan's advice and killed the puppet chieftain Black Hand to become the Grand Chief of the Old Horde. Hoping to save the Horde from demonic rule, he destroyed the Shadow Council of Gul'dan and killed a large number of orc warlocks after taking Stormwind. Gul'dan managed to convince the Doomhammer to prove his worth in order to save his life, and he promised to provide him with a group of Necro Knights. He found the corpses of the Alliance paladins who had died in the First War, and infused the souls of the dead warlocks into them, thus forming the first generation of Death Knights, the most famous of whom was Talon Bloodseeker. After the defeat, these Death Knights joined the tribe of Naozu. Neozu was eventually turned into the first Lich King by Kil'Gardan due to his defeat, and these first-generation Death Knights followed their master to the continent of Northrend. The first generation of Death Knights had a common trait of having dead human bodies and evil orc warlock souls, belonging to the undead race, fearing the Light and being burned to death by the Light.

And I belong to the second generation of Death Knights, who are transformed from living beings, so there are many races. Any powerful warrior chosen by the Lich King, regardless of race or gender, can be transformed into a Death Knight. The most famous of these is Arthas, the second generation of the Lich King. We, the second generation of the dead, have a certain immunity to the Light, and can even absorb the Light to heal our wounds, of course, at the cost of enduring the burning pain of the Light. The second generation of Death Knights has one thing in common, we are not undead, but living creatures, we need to breathe, we need food, we need water, we need love. Uh, except for the Forsaken Deadride......

The light made me feel better, and the warrior sat up and gasped for air.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the dwarven hunter awoke from the paladin's treatment, and he was afraid that he had no scratches from his rough skin and thick flesh. On the contrary, the Draenei shaman, who has the best physical fitness and combat strength among us, is in the worst situation, and no matter how much the knight summons the light, he does not get better.

In his anxiety, he heard a sudden and earth-shattering roar not far away, and then a huge shadow rushed out of the snow curtain.