Yu Lin Bloodhawk forged his Runesword, rested for half a day, then could no longer resist practicing his Death Knight skills.
Besides Death Grip, Death Knights had more than a dozen core skills, broadly divided into three categories. The first covered core damage and resource skills. The second covered signature control and defensive skills, with Death Grip belonging to the control category. The third covered summoning and utility skills. These three categories of basic skills were shared by all three Death Knight talent specializations, so Yu Lin Bloodhawk chose to practice those dozen or so skills first.
Just as he had expected, even though he was practicing on wooden training dummies, the speed at which he mastered the skills was downright frightening. As with learning Hunter skills, it felt as though he had been born knowing them.
Before he knew it, Yu Lin Bloodhawk had finished practicing all those basic skills. He noticed no change in his appearance, but that was only his own impression. When he asked the other Rangers, their answers told a different story.
They said that the moment Yu Lin Bloodhawk picked up his Runesword, his face turned as pale as a corpse, and an unsettling, cold aura seemed to surround his entire body. When he asked whether it resembled the aura of those captive Orc Death Knights, they confirmed that it did. They said it had been faint at first, but the longer he practiced, the more pronounced that disturbing aura of death became.
Still, not all the news they brought him was bad. They said that once he put down his Runesword, he returned to normal. That eased his mind somewhat. He had genuinely feared being stuck looking like that ghastly thing forever. How would he face his wife, Alleria, then?
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