Ebon Watch, this is a Outpost built on Zul'Drak Southwest. It is built on the most Desolation, the most useless land. This land is so barren that even Undead is not willing to get involved.
It is said to be an outpost, but it is actually a Barracks. However, compared with the bustling Barracks of other races, this place is particularly Tranquility.
Tranquility is so depressing.
Thassarian sat on War Chest and wiped his own Longsword with a piece of Runecloth. Every time at this time, Thassarian They would all show that rare expression, as if they were reminiscing or indulging in it. Along with the mechanical wiping, the two Longswords engraved with Fel Runes also emitted an increasingly cold light.
No one bothered him, and no one wanted to bother Thassarian in this state.
It wasn't until a tall figure stood in front of Thassarian, and that cold aura coming from the same source, that the lieutenant came back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the uninvited guy in front of him.
It was High Elf, Quel'Thalas's Elf. His long white hair was draped on both sides of his face. His skinny cheeks were no longer as handsome as before and looked a little weird. The eyebrows that pierced both sides added a touch of indescribable indifference to this face that was already covered by death.
He was wearing black armor. It looked like it was not the Saronite Armor circulating inside Knights of the Ebon Blade, but armor with a strong Elf style. He also carried a Two-Handed Greatsword that shone with green light. It was equally gorgeous. The most eye-catching thing about the sword was that the blade was not an ordinary triangular blade, but a rare open blade. After sacrificing piercing, its slashing power became astonishingly lethal.
I haven't seen these Death Knight and Thassarian before. They are probably new guys.
As the Northern Expedition campaign progresses, the originally mysterious Ebon Blade Knights has fallen into the eyes of all major camps, especially those Champions of all races who died unexpectedly in battle, some through private means and some through official contacts. In short, after every battle, large or small, there will be Ebon Blade Knightss secretly rushing to the battlefield.
But not everyone is qualified to join Knights of the Ebon Blade. Uther only wants those who are the most capable and determined. As for whether he was a villain or a saint during his lifetime, he doesn't care much. Death will eventually smooth everything out, whether it is glory or sin.
That High Elf Death Knight looked at Thassarian, and Thassarian looked at him. Finally, the lieutenant lowered his head and continued to wipe his Longsword, ignoring this guy's unpleasant gaze, as if he had never appeared.
This kind of disregard seemed to anger this High Elf Death Knight. He said in a low, hoarse voice,
"I recognize you, Thassarian!"
"Many people know me..."
Thassarian responded without any change in the expression on his face. He finished wiping the sword in his left hand and raised the sword in his right hand, but the response came to an abrupt end. It seemed that Death Knight had no intention of finishing his sentence.
So High Elf Death Knight said again,
"Eversong Woods in Quel'Thalas... My brother Falthora, I lost him, it's in your hands!"
As soon as Thassarian stopped wiping the sword blade, he raised his head for the first time and carefully looked at the face of Death Knight. It seemed that he wanted to see the appearance of the person who died under his sword from this face, but in the end he failed.
Too much life has passed, and they have brought Thassarian without even a touch of spiritual touch. His heart has already become cold. The moment Arthas's sharp blade pierced his heart, the moment he was forced to kill his mother with his own hands.
"Sorry."
Thassarian whispered, and then continued what he had not finished just now. This attitude completely angered Elf Death Knight, he grabbed Thassarian by the collar and lifted him up from War Chest. His Ice Blue-colored eyes stared at Thassarian, trying to find even a hint of guilt on his face.
But there wasn't... not a single wave.
"Asshole! Remember my name, my name is Koltira. After killing Lich King, I will personally end your Obliterate soul of Evil, I swear!"
Thassarian looked at the Undead Fire that Koltira kept beating in front of him, with a smile on his face.
"Welcome!"
"Pah!"
This indifferent attitude made Koltira completely lose his heart. He flicked his left hand and threw Thassarian out. The lieutenant got up from the ground. He was a little embarrassed, but looking at the back of Koltira Rage rushing away, he shook his head, sat back on the box again, and continued to wipe his sword blade.
There is no fighting, because there is no need to fight, Koltira is not an enemy, that's all.
Five minutes later, the piercing horn sound resounded throughout Ebon Watch. Thassarian turned the wiped Runeblade back behind him, followed Death Knights and strode out of Camp. Behind Ebon Watch's two iconic purple Runes In the open space in front of Broken Blade, a tall figure is standing there. That is Uther, the owner of Death Knight, Knights of the Ebon Blade who is carrying Runeblade.
One of the most powerful Death Knight.
Thassarian and the dozen or so Death Knight who initially followed Uther stood at the front of the team. This was a black army with no other colors except black. It was so heavy that it made people suffocate, and it was so oppressive that it made people crazy.
Death fills the land, as if the end is coming.
Uther turned around and looked at the Black Blade he had built with his own hands. There was no emotion in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Drak'Tharon Keep in the distance.
"We have been in this land for a long time, and I am tired of dealing with those Lesser Undead, so today, we are going to capture that fortress and chop off the head of that idiot named Drakuru, to prove to our old friend Arthas that we, the dead who were killed by him and climbed out of Hell, are here!"
Death Knights has no objection to this. They came here just for Revenge. They can't go to war with Arthas yet, so taking out a fortress as an appetizer seems to be a good thing.
However, Uther's narration was obviously not over yet. He paused for a few seconds and then spoke again,
"Another thing, I want to introduce you to a new friend. In the past days, you may have dealt with him. He used to be the sharpest knife in Arthas. Now, he is on our side."
"Mr. Lor'themar, come and say hello to your new companion!"
Hearing this name, Thassarian raised his eyebrows, and then he saw High Elf wearing black Mail Armor, carrying Black Rose War Bow, and carrying a Black Phoenix Greatsword on his back walking out of the shadow behind Uther. Such ultimate concealment ability! It is simply shocking!
Lor'themar's eyes were as cold as Uther's, even closer to the actual blade. He glanced at the army in front of him, did not speak, and just stood aside indifferently.
Uther didn't care about these things. He turned to Lor'themar and said,
"So, for your first mission, Zul'Drak East Scourge Necropolis Kolramas, how many people do you need?"
Lor'themar glanced at him, then at the Bone Sword Death's Verdict who was being carried behind Uther, and said coldly,
"It's enough for me alone... any more will get in the way."
Uther didn't seem surprised, he nodded,
"Okay! But be careful not to destroy the city, we still have to keep them for use as Outpost."
After saying that, Death Knight turned to look at the others,
"Thassarian, take the brothers from the first, third, Eighth, and Ninth units with me to Drak'Tharon Keep. The others will be led by Olista and Soval to the other two Scourge Necropoliss."
"This battle, regardless of life or death, only depends on success or failure!"
After Uther finished speaking, he turned around and left. Lor'themar followed him, while the other Death Knights quickly began to form. Death is not the end. In addition to the transformation of life forms, they also have their own joys, sorrows, and joys. Even every Death Knight is special and they have their own feelings.
Thassarian was about to leave when a pair of cold but extremely slender hands wrapped around his neck from behind, followed by an equally cold body hanging behind his back as if playing.
A strange expression appeared on the lieutenant's face, which also broke his long-standing indifference.
"Okay, stop playing around, Theoxis, you should go to Scourge Necropolis with Mrs. Olista. You know, that lady doesn't like people being late."
"But I missed you, Lieutenant Thassarian, did you miss me?"
A hoarse and slender voice came from behind. Thassarian didn't look back, knowing who it was, Banshee Theoxis, an alternative among Knights of the Ebon Blade. Her feelings seemed to be stronger than other Death Knight, but that was not love, it was just a habit... a sad habit.
"Stop making trouble, Theoxis, you and I both know that we no longer miss this thing."
Thassarian reached out and let go of Banshee Theoxis's hands wrapped around his neck, turned around, and looked at this Night Elf Death Knight, her cheeks are also thin, but for women, they have a special sense of beauty, and the Necromancer Servant she summoned is also different from other Death Knight's Skeleton or Abomination. It is a creature similar to Troll Brutes, and it also wears special armor.
Thassarian knows that it is Andovar, a Necromancer who claims to be Theoxis Squire.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Theoxis glared at Thassarian dissatisfied, then rubbed his nails and said softly,
"I have news that you're definitely interested in, but you have to kiss me first..."
Before Banshee finished speaking, Thassarian turned around and left, and then he heard Banshee's unhurried voice,
"News about a Human Girl named Lireesa and a Ebon Blade Recruits named Koltira..."
Thassarian's footsteps stopped. There are many girls named Lireesa in the world, but he only cares about one of them. Judging from Theoxis's confident expression, this is obviously the one he is most worried about.
In the end, Banshee Theoxis got what he wanted with satisfaction, while Thassarian got something else.
Ten minutes later, in the Death Knight team that was about to go on an expedition, Recruits Koltira was a little nervous. This was his first battle as Death Knight, which was different from his battle in the Quel'Thalas army. Just as he was wiping his Two-Handed Greatsword, a figure appeared in front of him.
It's Thassarian, Koltira looked at the guy who took away his brother's life, his eyes were filled with utter hatred,
"What are you here for? Looking for death?"
Thassarian ignored the impatience and murderous intent in Koltira's voice. On the contrary, he looked at him very seriously, but still did not speak. This special gesture surprised Koltira. Soon, this surprise turned into irritability.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"Hey... get ready, let's go!"
Thassarian said a word to him and turned around to leave. Koltira looked at the lieutenant's leaving figure and twitched his mouth.
"Stupid idiot!"