"Rust! Rusty iron!"
Before the players could even approach the camp, they heard a voice calling out from inside.
They looked up and saw fewer than seventy Heavy Armor knights charging out from the camp.
The knights looked rather strange. They were all clad in heavy armor, which even covered the horses beneath them. Their armor was decorated with carvings and inscriptions—anything to make it look more ornate.
Yet they had done nothing to maintain their armor. Anyone could see at a glance that a thick layer of rust coated the black metal, as if they had just been dug out of the ground.
Ordinary people would never dress like this, but these knights seemed born to wear it. Clad in heavy armor, they formed teams of five, arranged themselves in arrowhead formations, and charged toward the players.
Three knights led the charge. They looked more ornate and powerful than the rest.
They wore the same rusty yet elaborate heavy armor, and carried weapons fit for mounted warriors: a lance, a two-handed greatsword, and a long-handled flail.
"Shit!"
The moment the knights charged out, the players' faces went pale. They immediately realized they stood no chance against these Heavy Armor knights.
The Rogue shouted, "They're Death Knights! Death Knights who've advanced!"
At that, every player's heart sank.
Players who ventured into places like this knew a little about the undead. They knew that some professions within the undead forces belonged to the higher ranks, and that they started at level 5. The two main types were Death Knights and Liches.
Those two professions started at level 5 and could only advance once they reached level 10.
Even more powerful were high-ranking undead like Bone Dragons, which started at level 10. If one of those appeared, it would be like facing