Kishan walked out of the burning town with his sniper rifle, his brothers followed him silently, Kishan still held a frightened little girl in his arms, and under the leadership of B Company, the panicked civilians ran out of the burning town, hugged their relatives, hid their faces and wept bitterly.

This scene of life and death parting can hardly arouse Kishan's emotions anymore.

This once powerful soldier still maintains the mental state of the best soldier even after becoming an undead, he does not get involved in any political affairs, and treats himself and his B Company as an emotionless and self-aware weapon, from the beginning of the Northern War to the present, Kishan and his brothers have been running around the world, performing various tactical missions.

Sometimes at the forefront of the world's wars, becoming the sharpest sword in the battle-torn battlefield, sometimes pretending to be ordinary humans wandering around the continent of Kalimdor to carry out exciting and tense espionage missions, but more often than not, Kishan and his brothers in Company B exist as a special "cleaner".

Just like just now, Kishan and Company B neatly destroyed a cultist organization secretly organized by a succubus to worship the Burning Legion, which has formed a scale in 4 towns in the Burning Plains, these fools and madmen who believe that the end of the world will eventually come, when they don't want to live, pull 57 innocents together, and prepare for a tragic self-immolation.

It's not just the catastrophe that can destroy the world, in a turbulent era, there will always be all kinds of unimaginable dark evils, and compared to the catastrophe that is enough to destroy the world, these small evils are closely related to people... These little evils are more fearful to good people than those great calamities.

The local sheriff got the news as soon as possible, but they were powerless to deal with such a tricky matter, so they could only report it upwards, and after dozens of minutes of waiting, an airship flew over the sky of the Burning Legion, bringing the divine soldiers of Company B to descend from the sky.

More than 30 cultists have died under the gunfire of Company B, but there are also several innocent people who have lost their lives in that hell of evil and fools, and the first evil, the escape of the succubus named Lilith, made Kishan feel very bad, he thought that after the handover of work, he would take B Company to start a "hunt" in the Burning Legion, and the damn succubus would be completely killed!

"Thank you, big brother."

Just as Kishar was thinking, the little girl who was in his arms finally came back to her senses, and there was still a blood stain on the little girl's face, which was left by the bullet through the cultist's head when Kishan snatched her from the cultist's arms..."memorial".

But the little creature was very bold, and she hugged Kishan's neck like a little way of expressing gratitude, kissed Kishan's dusty face, and then jumped on the ground, giggling, waving at Kishan, and running to her long-awaited parents.

Seeing that the little girl was tightly held in the arms of her tearful mother, and her father, a slightly bald middle-aged man's eyes were also red, the middle-aged man looked at Kishan, his eyes were full of supreme gratitude, and Kishane watched this scene calmly, he nodded slightly to the middle-aged man he didn't know, and then turned around, behind him, the little girl was still waving to him.

It's like saying goodbye to your hero, even if it's an undead who is completely different from her.

"You seem to be in a good mood, man..."

Danvers, the former Paladin of Company B, has also been transformed into a Death Knight under the erosion of death, but he still seems to like to joke as much as ever, he leans on the black chariot dedicated to Company B, smoking a cigar cigarette while wiping his tomahawk, this fierce death knight in the rescue battle just now, single-handedly dragged 20 cultists, giving the rest of the team time to save the civilians.

"How can I say that..."

Kishan sat on the other side of the chariot and took the cigar from Danvers, he took a puff, then looked up at the gloomy sky of the Burning Plains, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and between the entanglements of the smoke with a strange fragrance, the undead warrior whispered like a poet:

"I've doubted my choice countless times, I chose to sacrifice myself in order to save many people, although this is in line with the general righteousness, but there will always be some upset in my heart, and Tyrion promised me that the world after death is just as wonderful, hell, that guy seems to have lied to me..."

"Oh?"

The other fellow, who was lying in the deepest part of the body, seemed to be recuperating with his eyes closed, the death warrior Karakr heard this, he sat up with a grunt and looked at Kishan:

"Isn't it a wonderful day like this? Killing, saving people... How many people have we killed this month? How many people have been saved? ”

"Nope! It's not that it's not exciting enough..."

Kishan shrugged his shoulders in the face of his companion's inquiry, and he looked back at the town farther and farther away between the movement of the chariot and the battlefield before, and he whispered:

"I mean, it's wonderful, but we... We have no chance of getting involved, all we can do is protect them... Just because we have lost our homes, we have lost our lives, and we have to make sure that they do not lose their homes, that they do not lose their lives. ”

"Let's go, brothers!"

Kishon was silent for a moment, then took a bottle of blood wine from the wine crate of the cart, unscrewed it, and poured a glass for each of the brothers, and the chariot of Company B rumbled under the gloomy sky of the Burning Plains, and several undead clinked glasses with joy, and then drank the clear wine.

"Let's go kill that succubus! Then, go home! ”

Kisharn slammed the cup in his hand on the rocks on the side of the road, and laughed at the sound of the cup breaking, however, just as he finished laughing, Private "The Earl", a private who was driving, the death knight with messy tattoos on his arms, honked the horn of the chariot fiercely, and then shouted to Kishann behind the body:

"Boss, there's a new order from the radio, come and receive it!"

Hearing the shouts of the Grand Earl, Kishan grabbed the edge of the chariot with one hand, like a nimble monkey, and rushed into the cab from the body, he skillfully turned on the car radio, and then heard the hoarse voice of Menathan, the necromancer left behind in the strategic headquarters of B Company:

"Head, an order has been sent from above, all the tasks that Company B is performing have been canceled, and the above has asked you to bring the soldiers of Company B back to the military headquarters of Stormwind City as quickly as possible."

"What?"

Kishan frowned, and a glint flashed in his dark blue eyes, and he said:

"I'm one step away from a bastard demon who killed dozens of lives, and they made me abandon my mission? That's impossible! I'll have to wait until I cut off that damn succubus's head at the earliest! ”

"Nope! Head, you'd better rush back right away! ”

Menathan lowered his voice and said to Kisharn on the radio:

"This is a big operation, I just saw the "Icewind" commando on the Northrend continent, the "Navy SEAL" on the South China Sea, the "Alpha" commando team on the South China Sea, and the "Night Stalker" detachment that specializes in assassination missions, the most elite special forces in these legions have returned to the Stormwind military headquarters, and I also saw a few Death Lords partying, this is a big scene... You'd better not miss it. ”

"Them?"

There was a hint of disdain in Kishan's tone, and he snorted:

"They're all a bunch of impostors, and Company B is the most elite! Anyway, help me prevaricate, Menathan, and we'll be back in a day at most. ”

"And before that, the succubus who thought he could make waves on the territory of Company B, and did all kinds of evil... She's dead! ”

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Early the next morning, Kishan, dressed in a black major uniform, appeared in the conference hall of the Stormwind Military Department, and he also cleaned up his loose hair, looking very fresh and handsome, he tucked the large-brimmed hat with the Dark Blade insignia under his arm, and while greeting a few acquaintances around him, he sat in the only empty seat in the conference room under the grim gaze of the Death Lord Grockush, who was presiding over the meeting.

Beside Kishan, military commanders from the elite assault units of the Darkblade Legion sat down, and the major of Company B even saw Danas, who hadn't been seen for several years. Lord Thorbain, who was sitting in a low-key position behind everyone, dressed in a crisp general's uniform with various insignia on his chest, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, and wearing a large-brimmed black hat that covered his face as if he were napping.

"Well, our last belated "big guy" has arrived. ”

General Glokush, the oldest of the Death Lords, glared at Kishar viciously, then reached out and knocked on the table, focusing the eyes of all the commanders on himself, Grokush picked up a document and cleared his throat, the orc Death Lord in military uniform said in a deep voice:

"I know that some of you have already found out about this big operation in your own way, but considering that there are others who don't know, I'll say it again here!"

"The Leader is mainly to select the best and greatest fighters from your elite operational units to participate in a military trial, before the experiment begins, I can reveal very little information to you, but I can tell you that this is a directional military experiment, and once the experiment is successful, then the new combat mode will begin to spread to the entire Darkblade Legion."

Glokush coughed lightly, and he looked at the slightly commotioning commanders below, and he accentuated his tone:

"You guys are the most capable fighters, I believe you have also used weapons similar to power armor, there was a period of time, I had expected that power armor could completely change the mode of war, but the scientists in the Black Iron Region are undoubtedly very disappointed, the research of power armor has not made new progress, and finally the War Council has no choice but to give up this flashy war weapon."

"But... Now we have a better choice! ”

"A new weapon that's more suited to the Darkblade Legion's war mode than power armor... Okay, I won't say anything more. ”

Glokush put away the papers in his hand, and he said to the commanders in front of him:

"Now, give you 10 minutes to pack your bags, and in 10 minutes the portal of the Dark Temple will open, and you and your best soldiers will be among the first to be chosen to participate in this operation..."

"By the way, the code name for this operation is called..."

"Watch... Pioneer! ”

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"It's not going to work!"

In the Owersbuck Tech Lab in the Black Iron District, an angry Master Craftsman Owersbuck slammed his beloved engineering glasses on the table, and across from him sat a federal envoy and a military judge of the Darkblade Legion, the former had come on behalf of the federal government, and the latter, who had come to inform the gnomes of a very bad news.

"We have been working on the experimental project of the individual all-terrain assault light power armor for 7 years! The third set of improved armors is about to roll off the assembly line, and this product will definitely satisfy you! ”

Owerthback, the dwarf master who has been thriving in the Black Iron District in recent years, his eyes were red at this time, and he irritably took out a cigar from his well-made lab coat, and shouted to the calm and indifferent Judge of the Darkblade in front of him:

"You can't choose to give up at this time! This is equivalent to the efforts we have made in the past, and even the money you have invested in it, in vain! Are you undead insane? ”

Judge Darkblade coughed lightly at the face of the master craftsman's questioning and pleading, and the pretty lady of Sarein brushed her long red hair, and she said to the dwarf in front of her:

"We can understand the scientists' thoughts and your persistence, but unfortunately, the Darkblade Legion no longer needs the Power Armor project as its future armament development direction, and not only the Owosback Technology Laboratory, but also the Hesso Future Technology and Military Research Laboratory will also have the order canceled, and this is not for you."

"In addition, the Darkblade Legion will provide you both with new armament orders in the near future, and we need a troop transport airship that can quickly travel around the world, like an upgraded version of the shuttle-type airship recently released by the Draenei, and you will be contacted soon by someone for specific requirements..."

"Ahem"

Just as Ms. Sarein had finished speaking, the federal envoy, who had not spoken, also put down the cup of tea in his hand, touched his chin, and said to the dwarf in front of him:

"It's a pity that the Darkblade Legion chose to give up the project of individual power armor because of its own development, but this project has been developed to the last moment, and it would be a pity to give it up like this, so on behalf of the federal military department, I will provide new funds to the Owersback Technology Laboratory to complete the development of the power armor project."

"If the products you come up with can satisfy the generals of the Federation, then we will purchase a certain amount of this weapon of war... So, what do you think? Owarthback Master Craftsman? ”