I don't know how many times I woke up from a nightmare, and Thassarian was still greeted by the cruel coldness of reality.

The Death Knights will not be injured, they will not die, and as long as the Lich King is not destroyed, they will always be able to resurrect again and continue the battle for the Lich King.

However, this is not a blessing for all Death Knights, but a curse.

For the dead do not feel happiness.

For every day they live in the world, they suffer one more day.

They can't eat, they're perpetually hungry, but they can't eat anything, and the biting cold haunts them endlessly, even in the hottest summer sun, and they only feel the deep cold to the bone.

This is an endless pain and torment for every Death Knight.

Therefore, only those heroes who are determined can become death knights, because ordinary people simply cannot bear that kind of pain, and will only be torn apart by pain the moment they become death knights, and become low-IQ undead like ghouls, with no superfluous thoughts except for the instinct to attack living creatures.

But even a strong-willed hero is not a true iron-clad spirit, and in that endless torment, there will be changes one day.

Hitar, who hates killing and never goes to war. Darkmend, the terror commander Saranoll who loves to collect bones, and the necrophile Lesbane. Frostblade ...... Almost every Death Knight has some or less mental defects, and they are constantly reminded that they are a group of crippled undead, long cut off from the world of the living.

It's just that under the Lich King's enslavement, few people have a grudge against Frostmourn.

Because killing them, making them, and resurrecting them every time is more like a father or guardian for all the Death Knights, coupled with the distortion of psychic magic, all the Death Knights have a kind of longing for that man in their spirits, and are willing to be his servants to fight for him.

Just the moment when that chose to abandon the Knights of the Black Blade. The Death Knights, who have lost their fathers, have become homeless and lonely ghosts with no way forward but revenge.

As a result, when High Lord Mograine chose to ally with the Alliance Clans, none of the Death Knights resisted.

Everyone silently accepted the order, determined to personally defeat the man on the Frozen Throne and repay his betrayal with his death.

It's just that......

Open your eyes. Looking at the rebel fighters in the basement who had woken up at some point, Thassarian frowned.

"Are you awake?"

As a dead man, he had long been accustomed to the coldness of the tomb and the darkness of the basement. So when Varian asked him what kind of home he wanted, he didn't hesitate to choose a gloomy basement as his living room for the rest of the day.

So of course, Biddle, the rebel messenger he brought with him from the north, was also tied up in the corner of the basement by him, and was robbed of all sanity by mind magic.

It's just that looking at the rebel messenger in front of him, who was still smiling even if he was tied to the corner, Thassarian was keenly aware of the inappropriateness.

"How is that possible...... How did you wake up so quickly? Did something happen? ”

Subconsciously standing up, Thassarian pulled out the rune sword behind him and scanned the four directions with cold eyes. To find someone who might be hiding in the shadows, "Someone came to save you?" ”

But in the dark world of the Death Knight, there is only one living creature in this gloomy basement, and that is the weakened rebel warrior.

Other than that, the entire basement is empty, and there is no trace of human presence.

This result made his brows furrow even tighter.

"Who the hell is it?"

Subconsciously clenching the rune sword in his hand, Thassarian felt a thorny sense of threat - being able to avoid the detection of the dark film and television world. Could it be that the other party is also an undead?

But this is inside Stormwind, how can there be undead?

Eventually, he could only look at the only living person in the basement. Frowning and asking, "How did you wake up?" ”

Under the cold gaze of the Death Knight, the young rebel soldier smiled weakly and raised his hand slightly, and the rope that had been tied to him fell instantly, as if it was not tied at all.

"Don't underestimate a thief......"

Leaning weakly against the corner. The young warrior smiled brightly, "I was one of the first people to be taught by the Prophet, and it was no different from untying the rope to me. Easy. ”

Muttering and raising his right hand, a thin Hidden Blade fell out of his sleeve, and the young man sniffed, and bright red blood flowed from his nose.

"Besides, if you want to use me to accuse the Prophet, you might as well leave it at that."

"I'm Biddle, I'm ready to die from the moment I accept the mission......"

"So...... You better give up, I can't be your witness. Even if you turn me into an undead, I will not be your witness. ”

Under Thassarian's icy gaze, the young warrior smiled weakly, and with slow movements, aimed the Hidden Blade at his heart, and stabbed it gently.

"I just didn't expect death to be so uncomfortable......"

With his head down, silently watching the blood flow from both ends of the wound, the young warrior smiled, his hand slowly drooping, losing all breath.

The thin Hidden Blade pierced his heart, robbing him of all life, and there was no cure for him.

However, in Thassarian's eyes, the main cause of this human death was not a broken heart, but an unknown force that severed his arteries in his body.

The moment he woke up, he chose to cut himself and end his life in this way, the Hidden Blade only hastened the process of death, not the main cause.

Even if Thassarian immediately stopped the other party from piercing the heart, it could only delay the time of the other party's death, but it could not undo anything.

That's why he didn't stop it......

"It's just this human ......"

Looking at the young warrior in front of him with a relieved smile on his lips even if he was dead, Thassarian slowly walked over and squatted down.

Warm blood poured from under the young man's body and spread to Thassarian's feet. His shoes were dyed red, but he just looked at the corpse in front of him coldly, and slowly raised his right hand.

"Do you really think that death is liberation?"

The grim voice fell, and dark magical energy gathered in his hands, and gradually pressed towards the young man's corpse.

As soon as this dark energy poured into the young man's corpse, then the corpse would stand up again. Become a resurrected dead and fight for him.

It was only at the moment when his hand was about to touch the other's forehead that Sassarian's movements suddenly stopped.

His mind flashed through his mother's cries of anguish and heart-rending pleading.

"Thassarian... My baby...... My poor child! No matter what exactly they did to you before, you can resist, you have to resist him! Don't let them take away your good personality! ”

The next second flashed was the scene where the indifferent and ruthless man cut off his mother's head with a sword, which made Sassarian's expression freeze.

"You're doing well, Thassarian."

Behind him, the voice of the Lich King seemed to be heard again. In an instant, Thassarian was thrown into an infinite purgatory, painful and cold.

"You've done what a Death Knight should do, and from now on, you're completely cut off from the goodness of the past and truly become a warrior I'm proud of."

"So...... Rejoice, Thassarian, you're not human anymore. ”

The sword in Thassarian's hand was clenched.

Half-kneeling in the corner of the basement, he looked at the young warrior in front of him with an indifferent expression. He took a deep breath and suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. The idea of resurrecting the young man was abandoned.

"I'm not a Death Knight anymore."

Standing in the gloomy basement, looking up at the faint sunlight coming from the staircase at the exit, Thassarian clenched his hands and said softly, "I'm no longer a servant of the Lich King, Mom. ”

"Who I am today. If you choose another path, you won't do anything to anyone else like the Lich King. ”

"But only hatred is eternal."

Turning coldly and walking up the dark steps, Thassarian walked towards the entrance.

He's going to tell Varian what's going on here.

As for whether those humans were willing to believe that Li Yunfei had colluded with the Lich King after the death of the witness, it was not something he could control.

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In the quiet church cemetery, Archbishop Benedictas stood quietly in front of the row of black tombstones. calmly looked at the last proof of the deceased's stay in the world in front of him, and did not say a word.

Behind him, a tall figure walked slowly, the powerful power of holy light could be easily felt even after a long time.

It's just that unlike ordinary paladins, the power of holy light on this visitor makes people feel oppressive and uncomfortable, full of aggressive flavor - Grand Duke Grayson. Shadonbrek, a powerful paladin in the kingdom second only to Varian Vortagen.

At this moment he stood behind the archbishop, forever wearing the polished and bright armor.

This once glorious alliance and the most famous paladin in Stormwind City has now become more and more ruthless with the tragic death of his only son, and the aura on his body has become more and more arrogant.

Standing in this quiet cemetery full of tombstones, he said words that he would never have said before.

"Why did you choose to meet next to a group of dead people?"

Looking at the black tombstones representing the deceased around him with disgust, Duke Grayson looked disdainful, "Don't you think it's disgusting to discuss things in the middle of a group of dead people?" ”

Hearing his complaints, the archbishop glanced back at him and smiled his trademark smile, "Lord Duke said with a smile. ”

Holding his hands in front of him in a prayer gesture, Benedictas said, "It is also one of our duties as servants of the Light to comfort the souls of the dead. As one of the leaders of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the most prestigious paladin in the kingdom, why would you say such disrespectful words to the dead? This doesn't match who you are. ”

Duke Grayson snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Holy light...... Will the Light be able to save my son? I have believed in the Holy Light for more than ten years, but in the end, I can only watch my son die tragically at the hands of a group of bandits...... Scold...... Is this what the Light has given me? Then I'd rather not believe in the Light. ”

Benedictas laughed, "So you're finally aware of it......"

Looking at Duke Grayson, who was frowning and silent, Benedictas smiled strangely, "The so-called holy light is a watch that anyone who wants to be on it, and he doesn't have to be religious about it at all. As long as you want to use it, you want to get it, you can use it, and it has nothing to do with so-called pious faith, right? ”

Grayson snorted coldly, his expression indifferent, "It turns out that you already knew about this." ”

The archbishop laughed and spread his hands, looking innocent, "I only understood when I met my master. After all, people like me, no matter how you look at it, have nothing to do with the devouts, but they can still use the power of the Light...... Since then, I have known that the so-called teachings of the Light are all deceptions, and only fools believe them. ”

Grayson's expression suddenly froze, and he subconsciously took a step back, pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"The host ......"

He looked coldly at Archbishop Benedictas in front of him, as if he was looking at a monster he never knew, full of vigilance, "Who is your master?" The Lich King? Are you in the service of the Lich King? ”

In such a situation, it was not surprising that Grayson would have such a conjecture, so the archbishop couldn't help but laugh and shook his head in denial.

"I'm sorry, but my master is not the poor prince of men, but a greater and nobler one, many times more noble than the so-called Alsace."

Grayson was still on guard, his eyes cold.

"Who's that?"

The archbishop smiled slightly, and gently confided a name, causing Grayson's whole body to stiffen instantly.

"Is that him? He's not dead yet? ”

Amidst a cry of shock, the archbishop smiled and nodded, and said, "How could a master who is so great be killed so casually?" Now he is making his own preparations in the shadows, and the next time he makes a comeback, he will definitely turn everything in this world upside down. ”

Grayson's eyes were cold, and his hand was already clenching the hilt of his sword, "You tell me this...... Aren't you afraid that I will tell the king and reveal your identity? ”

Benedictas couldn't help but laugh, confident and confident, "But will you?" My honorable Duke, it is not in your interest to tell you anything. ”

Grayson's eyes were cold, and he asked coldly, "So what is your purpose?" ”

"Quite simply, it's to help the Duke take your revenge."

Smiling at Grayson, Benedictas smiled and said, "Your son died at the hands of the Brotherhood, and now the Brotherhood is growing stronger and stronger, and even the Alliance can't easily solve it. His Majesty the King has been reluctant to untie the barrier and let the Night Elves use the Great Advent Technique, so that if this continues, he is afraid that the group of rebels in the Western Wilderness will grow stronger and stronger, and finally it will be completely unstoppable. ”

"So shouldn't we be doing something in the dark?"

Looking at Grayson, who was frowning and silent, the archbishop smiled kindly, "With a little help from those anxious Night Elves, we can easily solve the troubles of the Western Wilderness." ”

"When the time comes, you will avenge your son, and I will clear the obstacles for my master, won't everyone be happy?"

Looking at him, Grayson was silent for a while, and let go of the hilt of his sword.

"Say it."

Looking at the archbishop in front of him, his gaze was unusually cold, "Tell me your plan and let me hear it." ”

"As long as I can kill those bandits, I will fully cooperate." (To be continued......)