Azeroth Trail of Light

Ebon Outpost, this is a stronghold established in the southwest of Zudak. It is built on the most barren and useless land. This land is so barren that even the undead are not willing to get involved. Fast update without ads.

Said it was a post, it was actually a military camp, but compared to the bustling military camps of other races, it was extremely quiet.

Quiet enough to be depressing.

Thassarian was sitting on the armor box, wiping his long sword with a rune cloth. Every time at this time, Thassarian would show that rare expression, seeming to be reminiscing, and like Indulging in it, along with the mechanical wiping, the two long swords engraved with magic patterns also exudes more and more cold light.

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

It wasn't until a tall figure stood in front of Thassarian that the cold breath of the same origin made the lieutenant regain his senses. He raised his head and looked at the uninvited guy in front of him.

It was a high elf, the elf of Quel'Thalas, with long white hair draped on both sides of his cheeks. His skinny cheeks were not as handsome as they were before. They looked a little strange. Those eyebrows pierced diagonally to both sides, giving This face, already covered by death, added a touch of indescribable indifference.

He wears black armor, which does not appear to be the Saronite armor circulating in the Knights of the Black Blade, but armor with a strong elven style. He also carries a two-handed epee that shines with green light, which is equally gorgeous. Anomaly, the most striking thing about that sword is that the blade is not an ordinary triangular blade, but a rare open-type blade. After sacrificing the piercing, its slashing becomes amazingly lethal.

This death knight, Thassarian hadn't seen him before, was probably a newcomer.

With the advancement of the Northern Expedition, the originally mysterious Ebon Knights have fallen into the eyes of all major camps, especially those warriors of all races who died unexpectedly. After small and small battles, there will be black blade knights secretly rushing to the battlefield.

But not everyone is eligible to join the Knights of the Black Blade. As long as Uther is the one who can fight the most and has the strongest will, as for whether he is a badass or a saint during his lifetime, he doesn't care much. Death will eventually wipe everything out. Whether it is glory or sin.

The high elf death knight looked at Thassarian, and Thassarian also looked at him. In the end, the lieutenant lowered his head and continued to wipe his sword, ignoring the unpleasant gaze of this guy. Appeared.

This ignorance seemed to anger the high elf death knight, he said in a low, hoarse voice,

"I recognize you, Thassarian!"

"Many people know me..."

Thassarian responded with no change in the expression on his face. He wiped the left hand sword and lifted the right hand sword again, but this response came to an abrupt end. It seemed that the death knight did not intend to finish speaking at all.

So the high elf death knight said again,

"In the Eversong Forest of Quel'Thalas...My brother Faltora, I lost him, it's in your hands!"

Sassarian's action of wiping the blade stopped, he raised his head for the first time, and carefully looked at the appearance of the death knight, as if he wanted to see the appearance of the person who died under his sword from this face. , But ultimately failed.

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

"Sorry."

Thassarian said in a low voice, and then continued what he hadn't done just now. This attitude completely angered the elf death knight. He grabbed Thassarian's collar and lifted him from the battle tank. , His icy blue eyes stared at Thassarian, trying to find even a trace of guilt in his face.

But no... there was no fluctuation at all.

"Asshole! Remember my name. My name is Kuldila. After killing the Lich King, I will personally end the evil spirits you should have annihilated long ago, I swear!"

Thassarian looked at the beating undead fire in front of Kuldila, his face showed a smile.

"Welcome!"

"Snapped!"

This kind of ignorance made Kuldila completely lost his heart. He flicked his left hand and threw Thassarian out. The lieutenant climbed up from the ground. He was a little embarrassed, but watched Kuldila leave angrily. From behind, he shook his head, sat back on the box, and continued to wipe his blade.

There is no fight, because there is no need to fight, Kuldila is not an enemy, nothing more.

Five minutes later, the harsh horn sounded through the entire Ebon Outpost. Thassarian turned the wiped rune longsword back around, and followed the death knights out of the camp, at the iconic two of the Ebon Outpost. In the open space in front of the huge purple rune Broken Blade, a tall figure was standing there. It was Uther, the death knight with the magic sword on his back, and the master of the Black Blade Knights.

One of the most powerful death knights.

Thassarian and the dozen or so death knights who originally followed Uther stood at the forefront of the team. This is a black army. There is no color other than black. It is heavy and suffocating, and depressing is crazy. .

Death permeates the earth, like the end is approaching.

Uther turned around. He looked at the black blade that he had built with one hand. There was no emotion in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Dak'Tharon fortress in the distance.

"We have been in this land for a long time, and dealing with those low-level undead makes me bored, so today, we are going to take that fortress and chop off the head of that stupid named Dakuru. Old friend Arthas proved that we, the dead who were killed by him and crawled out of hell, are here!"

The death knights had no objection to this. They came here just for revenge. They still can't see the blood with Arthas bayonet, so it seems a good thing to first pull out a fortress as an appetizer.

But Uther’s narration is obviously not over yet. He paused for a few seconds and then said,

"Another thing, I want to introduce a new friend to you. In the past, you may have dealt with him. He used to be Alsace’s sharpest knife. Now, he is our side. That's it."

"Mr. Lor'themar, come and say hello to your new companion!"

Hearing the name, Sassarian raised his brows, and then saw the high elf wearing black mail, carrying a black rose bow, and carrying a black phoenix epee walking in the shadows behind Uther. Come out, this ultimate concealment ability! It's shocking!

Lor'themar's gaze was as cold as Uther's, and even closer to the actual blade. He glanced at the army in front of him, did not speak, just stood aside indifferently.

Uther didn't care about these things. He turned to Lor'themar and said,

"Then, your first mission, Korramas, the most eastern natural disaster floating city of Zuldak, how many people do you need?"

Lor'themar glanced at him, then looked at the death verdict of the bone sword carried by Uther, and said indifferently,

"I am enough...too many get in the way."

Uther didn't seem surprised, he nodded.

"Okay! But be careful, don't ruin the city, we still have to keep them as a stronghold."

After speaking, the death knight turned to look at the others,

"Sassarian, you take the brothers from the first, third, eighth, and ninth squadrons with me to Dak'Tharon Fortress. The others are led by Aurista and Thorval to two other natural disasters Floating City"

"This battle, regardless of life or death, only depends on success or failure!"

After Uther finished speaking, he turned and left. Lor'themar followed him, while the rest of the death knights quickly began to form a formation. Death is not the end. In addition to the transformation of life forms, they also have their own joys, angers, sorrows, and joys. Even every death knight is special, they have their own feelings.

Sassarian was about to leave, a pair of cold but extremely thin hands wrapped around his neck from behind, and then came an equally cold body, hanging behind him as if playing. .

A weird look appeared on the lieutenant’s face, which also broke his indifference.

"Okay, stop playing, Theoks, you should go to the Scourge Floating City with Mrs. Aurista. You know, that lady doesn't like someone being late."

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

A hoarse and slender voice came from behind, and Thassarian knew who it was without turning his head. The banshee Sioks, a stranger in the Knights of the Ebon Blade, seemed to have stronger feelings than other death knights. , But it's not love, just habit...sad habit.

"Stop making trouble, Theoks, you and I know that, we have no longer missed this thing."

Thassarian stretched out his hand and let go of the hands of the banshee Theoks wrapped around his neck, turned around, and looked at the night elf death knight. Her cheeks were also thin, but for women, it had a kind Special beauty, and the necromantic servant she summons is also different from the skeletons or hatred of other death knights. It is a creature similar to a troll barbarian, wearing special armor.

Thassarian knew that it was Andrew, an undead who claimed to be the servant of Theox.

"Let's talk, what's the matter."

Theoks glared at Sassarian in dissatisfaction, then rubbed her nails and whispered.

"I have a news that you are absolutely interested in, but you have to kiss me first..."

Before the banshee had finished speaking, Thassarian turned and left, and then he heard the banshee’s unhurried voice.

"The news about a human girl named Lereisa and a new recruit named Kurdira to the Ebon Blade..."

Thassarian’s footsteps stopped. There are many girls named Leresa in this world, but he only cares about one of them. Judging from Theox’s winning expression, this is obviously the one he is most worried about. .

In the end, the banshee Theox satisfactorily got what she wanted, and Thassarian got another thing.

Ten minutes later, in the upcoming death knight team, the recruit Kurdila was a little nervous. This was his first battle as a death knight. This was not the same as his battle in Quel'Thalas. As he wiped his two-handed epee, a figure appeared in front of him.

It’s Thassarian, Kuldila looked at this guy who took his brother’s life, his eyes were full of hatred.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for death?"

Thassarian ignored the impatience in Kuldila’s voice and the intent to kill. On the contrary, he looked at him very seriously, but still did not speak. This special gesture surprised Kuldila very much. Soon, this accident turned into irritability

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Fur...Ready, we're going to go!"

Thassarian dropped a word to him, then turned and left. Kuldila looked at the back of the lieutenant leaving and smoked.

"Stupid idiot!"