Dwarves and Vrykul at Night

South of Blackrock Stronghold lay ancient Vrykul graves, where countless Vrykul had been buried, including several ancient Vrykul kings. After the Blackrock Expeditionary Force accidentally unearthed them while clearing the land, they moved them farther south.

Death Knight Asas Bleedingheart led the other death knights here.

"We get to see that move again." Luminus Sunscar watched coldly from the side. Asas Bleedingheart had used this very move to defeat her in the end, turning her into a death knight.

Asas Bleedingheart raised his runeblade high. Powerful death rune energy gathered around it before he drove the blade straight into the ground.

"At least it works well, doesn't it? It saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves. I'd wager those dwarves who are drunk out of their minds won't be able to tell who attacked them." As Asas Bleedingheart's words fell, countless withered, decaying arms suddenly reached out from the previously tranquil earth. One severely rotted ancient Vrykul corpse after another struggled out of the soil.

At first, there were only a few Vrykul undead. But as time passed, more and more crawled out from the graves beneath the ground, until there were over ten thousand packed tightly together. Only then did Asas Bleedingheart stop casting Army of the Dead.

Looking at the Vrykul corpses, so rotten they were unbearable to behold, Luminus Sunscar covered her nose in disgust. Then she realized that she could no longer smell anything, nor did she feel any physical nausea.

Asas Bleedingheart commanded the ten thousand Vrykul undead across the bridge connecting the eastern and western parts of Howling Fjord under cover of night.

Their target was the dwarves of the Explorer's League, not the Steel Dwarves forging statues for Loken, so they avoided the Steel Dwarves' area of activity.

Dwarves shared one common