In the dark of night, no one knows what kind of disaster is happening, and when people are indulging in peace, silent bullets always cross the sky where they can't see, blood, death, these cold words are never far from this world, but if you don't want to look, blindfolded, then you can't see it.

Just like Darkan's death, this political prisoner died quietly, in his own cage, like a pathetic mouse who rebelled against fate with his life, and his death was only a very inconspicuous part of Quel'Salas's strange and twisted politics... At least on the surface, that's what it seems.

"I see, let's take care of the follow-up..."

After hearing that the law breakers had reported the news about Darkan's death, the Sun King, who was busy adjusting the defense of the whole ** team, just gave a cold command and no longer cared, as if the death he heard about was the same as today's breakfast arrangement, meaningless.

And the king's meaning was already obvious, Darkan's death should be as silent as his birth, so the Phoenix Guards, who had received the order, followed the law breaker to the cell of the mana cage that had not yet been opened.

Darkan's death was so tragic that fate seemed unwilling to let the traitor go, and after his death, the blood in his body covered the entire cage along the wounds, while the weak, emaciated, blood-covered corpse lay on its back in a pool of blood in a stiff posture, and the blood stained the entire ground, so that the subtle lines carved on the ground with fingernails went unnoticed by the guards... And this is the beginning of the tragedy.

"Open it!"

The Phoenix Guardian took a step back, and behind him, the jailer picked up the special cage key, stepped forward, and in the slight beating of the blue magic power suppressed in the entire Forbidden Demon Prison, the door of the mana cage in front of him was opened, and at this moment, a crisp sound came out of the cage, making the jailer lower his head, and he saw a fragment of a purple soul stone, which was beating in a pool of blood.

At the moment when the small and man-made forbidden demon area was connected with the magic of the outside world, the moment the small soul stone that was stuffed into the door of the prison by Darkan was crushed, the psychic circle covered by a pool of blood was activated in an instant, accompanied by a purple, ominous light shrouded in the cage, the Phoenix Guardian immediately stepped forward and stabbed the phoenix heavy sword in his hand fiercely at the strange corpse that began to move in front of him.

"Click"

The stabbed, heavy and sharp blade, between the swaying of viscous blood, was pinched by a dry palm, the sharp blade cut through the skin, but no trace of blood flowed out, and with the soul of Darkan's dead corpse slowly returning to its place, the blood covering his body, the already cold blood that belonged to him quickly regained in the strange power beating, returning to his old body.

"Hmm"

Darkan let out the first whimper of the deceased, he struggled, staggered in the cage to dodge the sharp attacks from the 3 spellbreakers and a phoenix guard in front of him, probably because the spirit had not yet been able to adapt to the state of the deceased, he dodged too hard, but in an instant, his body was pierced by the sharp blade of a dozen wounds.

The blood that had become cold dripped on the ground, and soon, in the swing of the blade and the shouts of the guards, the blood filled the entire small battlefield, and Darkan, who had come back from the dead, also regained his senses little by little in the pain of being chopped by the blade.

His left leg was cut off, the white bones of his left arm were exposed from the wound, he was kicked in the center by the Phoenix Guard, the whole person rolled on the ground, and finally fell to the wall of the cage in embarrassment, the old face was full of disgusting blood, and the original green eyes also turned into eyes shining with blood-red light.

"Monster!"

The Phoenix Guardian glanced at Darkan with his head bowed in disgust, he strode forward and raised his heavy sword, about to cut off the monster's head, and at this moment, Darkan's head suddenly raised, and those blood-red eyes shone with undisguised malice...

"Oh hoo hoo... You're stained with blood..."

"Wow"

The moment Darkan sensed his manipulation of blood, all the blood stained on the dark battlefield shot at the four unsuspecting soldiers in an instant, whistling and piercing the air like blood-colored arrows.

"Poof, poof, poof"

The three spellbreakers joined forces to prop up the forbidden magic barrier, which was supposed to resist all attacks on magic, but it did nothing in the beating of the blood-colored arrows, their bare skin outside the armor was pierced by the sharp blood arrows, and the moment they fell, the Phoenix Guardian roared and slashed the sword, aiming directly at Darkan's neck.

"Bell"

A heavy crash sounded, and the sharp blade slashed against the blood-red light shield, as if it had been slashed on the strongest tower shield, the old Darkan stood up weakly, his blood-red eyes staring at the phoenix guard with a fully covered helmet in front of him, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with the beating of his fingers, the blood that belonged to him returned to his body, and the blood that did not belong to him...

Under the shocked gaze of the Phoenix Guardian, after sucking up the blood of the three seriously injured spellbreakers in an instant, Darkan's old appearance quickly regained its youthfulness, even the long white hair turned gray, and the wounds on his left leg and arm were all restored, and after a strange moan, the newborn Salein, the first blood elf that did not belong to the extension of Tyrion's bloodline, the former Silvermoon Council Darkan. With a satisfied smile, Draxier flicked his fingers.

"Smack"

At the same time as the crisp snapping of his fingers sounded, four insidious blood snakes roared from around his body and smashed towards the Phoenix Guardian in front of him, at the moment when he was disturbed, Darkan's figure disappeared strangely in place, and when he reappeared, he had quietly attached himself to the Phoenix Guard, and his hands on the defender's shoulders also became hideous... Like a monster, the claws of blood.

"I'm so thirsty... I'm so hungry..."

"Put the delicious blood... Give it to me..."

"Ah!!h

After a rapid, fearful roar, the entire dark mana cage returned to silence again...

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The transformation of Salein and the recruitment of the Death Knight follow the same principle, that is, the stronger the strength before death, the stronger the power that can be controlled after transformation.

And Darkan, who was the top ** master of Quel'Salas before his death, after self-transformation, after realizing the power of blood little by little in the subsequent blood madness, what kind of storm this conspirator will set off in Silvermoon City, to be honest, no one can imagine...

But seriously, the Sun King may not be able to wait for the day when he will see Darkan again, because now, while he is still focused on the retaliation that the Darkblade Legion in the south may launch at any moment, in the north where Quel'Salas is extremely empty... A new power, a power they had never seen before, had quietly appeared.

The Lich King's near-infinite will shrouded in the icy North Sea, millions of voices echoed in his mind, the voices of all the undead who were obedient to him, and the desires and demands of these voices could be perceived by the Lich King's infinitely expanded mind, coupled with the blessing of the two evil artifacts that accompanied him in the fall of Azeroth, he could perfectly control all the undead under his command.

In the undead scourge of Naozu, it is impossible to make casual and secret small movements like the Darkblade Legion... The Undead Scourge is said to be an army of the undead, but it's actually more like a group of puppets completely manipulated by the will of the Lich King... Whatever the Lich King tells them to do, they will be fully engaged, and their will will cannot be resisted! Because their souls are held in the hands of the Lich King.

Frost Sorrow, maybe you've heard the name of this sword, but trust me, it's not a blessing... That's a curse.

In the ancient stars, the demons of Nasrezm forged two magic blades, and they infused the power belonging to the Dreadlord into these two very different weapons, the ancestors of the Dreadlord held two magic blades, and easily set off countless waves of killing and fear in the stars in the era before the Dark Titan appeared.

The unruly Demon Blade Apocalypse destroys all powerful enemies for them, and the Soul Eater Blade Frost Sorrow raises an endless army for its master in the ruins of the Apocalypse.

Apocalypse falls into the hands of Tyrion, who has been longing to become stronger and meet his brother again... And now, the fantasy of this magic blade is about to become a reality, because it is about to meet the "brother" who has been separated for a long time... Just as Tyrion founded the Knights of the Darkblade with the Apocalypse, Frostmourn also established the Scourge of the Dead for its current master, the Lich King Neozu.

But unlike the brutal power of the Apocalypse, Frost Sorrow will not disobey its master, and the process of establishing the Undead Scourge is much faster than that of the Apocalypse, because this magic sword has another characteristic that the Apocalypse does not have, that is, the real "Soul Eater", any creature that is cut by Frost Sorrow, as long as it has a soul, while the body is injured, the soul will also be swallowed by Frost Sorrow, and once the soul fragment enters the Frost Sorrow, it means that this soul will completely fall into the hands of the Lich King.

What's even more terrifying is the capacity of the soul inside the frost sorrow... Almost unlimited.

But this does not mean that Frostmourn is stronger, in fact, the two swords forged by Nasrezm have different uses, Apocalypse is more suitable for the strong to hold and set off endless slaughter on the battlefield, while Frostmourn is a weapon of the wise, it is more like a strategic weapon.

"I can already see Quel'Thalas..."

The empty voice of the Lich King resounded in the frosty mist of the North Sea, and at the end of the mist, in the waters where the cold sea and the warmer waters of Quel'Salas were about to come into contact, barnacles and seaweed, tattered Viku warships were floating dead dead on the sea, the necromantic Vikus from Stormy Bay.

These tall humanoids are incredibly powerful and destructive, and their violent nature has not changed even after resurrection, and death has given them more powerful bodies, and now they will be the vanguard of the undead scourge into the unsuspecting Quel'Salas for the Lich King.

And this fleet is also the largest fleet that the Lich King can put together in the northern frontier, to be honest, in the eyes of naval experts like Dai Lin, this fleet has no deterrent power at all, many of those ships are sunken ships salvaged from the bottom of the icy sea, and there is no defense at all, and the Lich King has not wasted time repairing them.

The fleet wasn't its weapon at all, and the only role of these ships was to deliver the daunting ground forces of the Undead Scourge to the shores of Quel'Thalas, and nothing more, so each tattered ship was stuffed with Necroviku, hundreds of ships hidden in the mist, transporting tens of thousands of warriors for the Lich King at a time.

But that's simply not enough... The Lich King is well aware that the Viku are only a small part of the power of the landing, and even more power is hidden above the towering skies and beneath the icy waters...

He didn't think about conquering the entire territory of Quel'Salas at once, this time the strategic goal was very simple, to capture the empty defense of Queldanus Island, occupy the Sunwell, so many military forces are enough, and with the start of the war, the Lich King's army will only increase... Neozu doesn't have the "quirks" of Tyrion, and he treats all dead bodies equally, whether they are warriors or civilians, and the undead are welcome.

Therefore, we can say that the Undead Scourge is another bottomless version of the Darkblade Legion that has completely released all restrictions and has +100% loyalty to members.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an upgraded version... But in Tyriaon's heart, this "peer" of the Dark Blade is actually a downgraded version of him.

"Tikdios... I'm waiting..."

The voice of the Lich King rang out in the minds of the Dreadlord who had already infiltrated Quel'Thalas, and his legion had also stopped above the North Sea, not advancing, and it was still hundreds of kilometers away from the island of Queldanus that carried the Sunwell, which seemed a little far away, but to be honest, it was enough distance for the tireless undead.

Once the signal is given, it will only take less than 10 minutes, and this vanguard of the frost-forged Northland Necrons will set foot on their own land in the endless fear of the High Elves.

"Soon fine..."

The First Lord of Nasrezm flicked its claws, its body appearing like a phantom at the top of the hidden barrier runestone tablet on the coastline, and it stared with gloomy eyes at the military camp not far away, where there was a resolute, elven-style mage tower, and it was clear that these garrisons were there to defend the runestones, though they themselves probably didn't know it.

"Hey, hey, hey... Elves, your time of peace is over..."

With a mocking smirk, Tikdios' figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, the First Lord was as powerful as the most powerful warriors in Azeroth at this time, but for it, slaughtering civilians and ordinary soldiers was also a pleasure...

Adding fuel to the fire, destroying hope, demagoguery, assassinating hostages, setting off slaughter, and spreading epidemics are all the favorite things that the fearlords of the dark nature like to do, and they are all dirty actions that cannot be put on the table, but so what?

Come on, it's the head demon... Or Nasrezm, the most cunning and gloomy of the demons, do you really think that such a guy will be haunted by the so-called sense of honor?