Thassarian, this is the same lieutenant who retrieved a Darkblade infantry from outside the city of Andorhar.

He died in the final moments of the Whispering Harbor War, pierced through the heart by the death energy of the Death Lord Iriel, and he died like a true hero, but his fate did not end there.

The strange undead Rured he had picked up unexpectedly appeared behind him, locked his soul in his body with a crude soul stone, and was then discovered by the evacuated Order Death Knights, bringing Thassarian back to the Order's hideout.

He was killed by the high-ranking knight Kurdila. For some time after the resurrection, Thassarian was somewhat unable to accept the fact that he had become the most hated necromancer, but in a daze, he came into contact with the core teachings of the Order, the great creed of self-devotion and self-sacrifice.

After learning from Kurdila that beneath the surface of this world lies many, many shadows that threaten the world, Thassarian has found a new purpose after resurrecting from the dead... As much as he loathed the Grimblade, and though he still missed being alive, now, he was on a path to an unknown future.

He regained friends, found the Order, became a Death Knight specializing in evil aura, and used the undead resurrection spell he learned to repair the wounds in the body of the undead infantryman, and forged a soul pact with the strange infantryman.

"I said, do you think they're really coming?"

Thassarian was dressed in full armor and wore a black hood over his body, and he carried two slender purple rune swords behind his back, which were handmade by master blacksmiths from the Black Iron District, as well as a black shotgun that glowed in the moonlight, two loaded new hand cannons stuck in his belt, and bronze bullet chains hanging crosswise from his chest, which looked armed to the teeth.

Beside him, Kurdila was dressed similarly, the High Elf Death Knight had excellent vision, so he carried a black sniper rifle and a heavy sword full of elven style on his back.

Faced with Sassarian's inquiry, Kurdila shook his head, and he whispered to his good friend:

"It's a bit of a problem... I suspect that they have already arrived..."

"Huh?"

Thassarian's eyes widened, and almost at the same moment, around the two of them, the fog in the mountains near the Twilight Fortress suddenly became thicker, and 13 shadows slowly appeared in the dark mist, and the moment he saw them, Kurdila quickly stood up, took a few steps back, and whispered to Thassarian:

"Looks like it's Sarein... It's still at the level of the Blood Lord, don't talk for a while, I'll deal with them... These vampires have a pathological pursuit of etiquette, and a word wrong can lead to a conflict. ”

"Salein?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Thassarian's eyes:

"I've never dealt with them, I've only heard of these blood elves when I was a soldier in Lordaeron, and they never seem to have appeared on a frontal battlefield."

"Then you should be glad you did."

Kurdila moved her fingers and explained to her companion:

"In the Dark Blade's war system, Sarein is often responsible for pre-war reconnaissance and sabotage behind enemy lines, they are natural spies and assassins, but because of their small numbers, they have never participated in major wars, but if it was you, if you met a Salein... Then you must be finished long ago, and it is difficult for anyone to avoid their strange blood combat skills when they fight alone. ”

"The Blood Lords are even more terrifying, if they want to, they can spread the blood plague to a city overnight, and with their blood-sucking ability, even if they are alone in the face of an army of hundreds of people, they can leave unscathed, or... Annihilate your opponents, and never try to fight a number war with the Blood Lord, as long as you bleed, even if it's just a small wound... They're already on the move. ”

"How do you know so well?"

Seeing the thirteen figures in front of him move forward in a fluttering posture through the black fog, Sasarian asked one last question, and Kurdila turned his head and looked at his friend with a foolish gaze:

"Nonsense, I was on a reconnaissance and assassination mission back in the Blade... I've seen more Orcs than you've ever seen, you rookie, shut up now! ”

After speaking, Kurdira turned his head and looked at the 13 Sarein who appeared in front of him, he coughed lightly, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly found that the 13 Blood Lords in front of him were the same as those he had seen before... It's not quite the same.

They have elven-like ears, but they are not short ears like the High Elves, more like the long ears of the Night Elves, but their skin color is as white as the High Elves.

"Upper Elf!"

Kurdila remembered the stories he had read about the Elven Empire when he was a child, and he suddenly let out an exclamation:

"I thought you were extinct!"

The death knight's exclamation made Mordant. Yongying raised his head, these upper-level elven blood lords were dressed differently from the blood lords of the dark blade, the robes they wore were more like the robes of 10,000 years ago, black, lined with blood-red lace decorations, and on both sides of the neck were vertical collars, and in the arms extended, the wide robes fluttered behind their backs, like a pair of black wings.

But their temperament is very similar to that of the Darkblade Sarein, full of a low-key, luxurious and evil, ** sense, in the silent gaze of these blood lords, Thassarian felt a faint chill, beside him, Kurdila organized the language, he used the cumbersome etiquette of the High Elves to talk to these upper elves.

"The Blood Lords must be emissaries sent by the Federation, and we, we are the representatives of the Order, and we will lead you to the Twilight Fortress to join the encirclement of the cultists."

Kurdila identified himself in short language, and before his eyes, Mordant. Eternal Shadow's blood-red eyes blinked, and he said in a dark voice:

"Descendants of Darth Rema... I have to say, your etiquette is terrible, but as you say, we are here for the war, and therefore ... Just dispense with these vulgar rites, take us to the battlefield, and Sindra will send a "gift" to the Federation, starting tonight... The blood of the enemy will bring new glory to Sindra! ”

"Blood, glory!"

Behind the Eternal Shadow, the 12 Sindra Blood Lords who had hidden their bodies in the blood mist chanted in unison, and the sound made the dark mountain even more deadly silent.

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"The undead are coming!"

"Unleash the Elemental Distortion!"

In this cold night, the first layer of the Twilight Fortress has been completely overwhelmed by the Death Knights of the Order and the undead they summoned, and the cultists who live on the first level are the scum of various races, they have no combat power at all, they are slashed by the death knights who broke into the fortress, and after their deaths, their bodies are temporarily resurrected as temporary infantry driven by the death knights.

After all, only the Darkblade Legion had the luxury of keeping a large number of undead infantry on hand and equipping them with enough weapons.

But anyway, these temporarily resurrected corpses also have their own uses... From the first staircase to the second level, the elemental monsters unleashed by Twilight's hammer roared out of the elemental gates, twisted and enslaved elementals taller, uglier, and more fearless than ordinary elemental creatures, driven by the cultists, these crazed elemental conglomerates frantically attacked the Death Knights and their minions who stepped on the stairs.

And just after the elemental monsters and those walking corpses were mixed, the high-level death knights sneered and detonated the faint death energy in those walking corpses, and those newly resurrected corpses were like flesh bombs, roaring and exploding on the stairs in front of them, and the escaping energy fluctuations broke the fragile balance in the bodies of those distorted elemental creatures, causing them to lose control, and then exploded on the stairs one by one.

This is the tactic that the Death Knights have summed up in the process of hunting down the cultists, the cultists of Twilight's hammer are not professional spellcasters, before entering the very "promising" job of cultists, they are generally third-rate thieves, bankrupt merchants, or simply good-for-nothing drunks, they cannot control these elemental monsters well, just as they cannot control their new powers.

These monsters are okay to scare ordinary people, but in the face of professional soldiers like the Order, the deterrent power of this thing is much reduced, after the first wave of elemental aberrations exploded, two death knights led by Kurtaz and Dasohan rushed up the stairs one by one, and these high-ranking death knights propped up their anti-magic shields and rushed into the panicked group of cultists like chariots.

"Run!"

"Death is coming! The end is coming! There is no hope! Run! ”

"Ahh

The Death Knights crushed the Cultists' line with little effort, and the sudden attack caught the Cultists off guard, coupled with the horrific sight of witnessing their former companions staggering up and tearing apart the Cultists' flesh and blood with their teeth and fingers, the horrific scene made the cowards who had no will to fight cry and flee deeper into the fortress.

They are only cultists, not warriors, so don't have too much confidence in their integrity.

"Clear the battlefield and shoot freely!"

But they can't run away at all, the Order is also an organization that has been trained by the advanced combat concept of the Dark Blade, the high-ranking knights are wearing enough guns, and after the defense line that the cultists have managed to gather is defeated, those cultists who are running around are only left with bullets shot from behind, and their corpses will become the servants of the death knights.

This snowballing rout caused the Order to completely clear the first floor and begin to build a forward position on the second floor one hour after the battle began.

But the battle that follows will be difficult, with the cunning two-headed ogre Gugar, the hazy and deep Twilight Prophet, the former Archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom Benedictas, and the former Dragonthroat Orc Overseer, now the evil mage Daga. The Shadow Burners, these three bosses control different areas on the third floor of the fortress, and they are all stationed on the third floor of the true loyalists of Twilight's hammer, a group of madmen who are willing to sacrifice everything to the evil god and are not afraid of death.

"D'Sohan, which side do you choose?"

Kurtaz wiped his blood-soaked hammer as he turned to look at the other lord, the Grand Knight Sedan. After being resurrected, Da Sohan still maintained his former silent and stoic posture, facing Kurtaz's question, Da Sohan raised the black heavy sword in his hand, and after only a little thought, he pointed to the central passage.

"Benedictas... A miscellaneous person who hides himself, I go to find his bad luck. ”

After saying that, the Grand Knight took the Dark Bull Horn Helmet handed over by Thassarian, clasped it to his face, and rushed to the central passage with nearly a hundred high-ranking knights, while Kurtaz turned his head to the left, and without much hesitation, he led the rest of the people to pounce on the Corrupted Throne of Gugar, as for the last path, there is no need for the Order to worry about.

The bloodthirsty Sindra Blood Lords had already infiltrated the passage to the Flame Altar in the shadows, their speed was the fastest, and these Sarein didn't like to cooperate with others very much, they only left a dry corpse that made people's scalps numb wherever they went, and now, they were full of blood, and they were already in the deepest part of the third layer, and the leader of the orc cult was fiercely fighting.

"I've heard of you, Sarein!"

On top of the altar that burned with eerie flames, Daga. The Shadow Burner, the once-wise orc overseer long since lost his mind, had been transformed into a fanatical and dangerous madman in the whispers of the Elder Gods, his face tattooed with blasphemous runes, and between the dances of his hands, flamestorm-like flames wrapped around his body, making him look like the god of fire.

He stared at the 13 Sindra elves in front of him with a mixture of indifference and fanatical eyes, and the orc shouted:

"An assassin who only hides in the shadows and hands out a bayonet... You don't have the ability to fight head-on, and now, you dare to appear in front of me... You don't know what kind of new power my master has given me! ”

With his roar, three twisted elemental aggregates burst out of the flame's light and shadow, and as you could tell from the thick arms of these guys, these strange things not only could use elemental magic, but were also very good at crushing power melee combat, and it seemed that the battlefield on the side of the Shadow Burner was indeed a challenge for the agile Salein.

However... What appeared in front of him was not the dark-bladed Sarein...

"Fools controlled by power!"

Mordant. Eternal Shadow's eyes shone with disdain, the blood power around him surged, and the body of the Sindra Elf that had been transformed by evil energy and magic for thousands of years began to make a clicking sound, and between the entanglement of the blood mist, the momentum of the 13 Sindra Lords rose rapidly, and driven by the Shadow Burner, the three-headed huge elemental monster also roared and waved its arms, smashing into the Salene in front of him with a thousand powers.

"Bang"

The arm smashed by the aggregate was steadily caught by a stout arm with demonic scales and dagger-sharp nails before it came into contact with the blood mist, and the collision of power caused the surrounding air to ripple with visible eyes, and in the midst of that ripple escape, 13 Syndra Blood Lords who had completed their transformation appeared in front of the Shadow Burner.

Their transformation did not grow blood-red wings like the Blood Lord of the Dark Blade, no, no, they didn't have an extra pair of wings, on the contrary, their originally slender bodies became strong, between the flex muscles, the arms became thick and powerful, and even the legs became recurved like the Draenei, the short sharp ears and the mane beyond the scales of the whole body made them look like a combination of a bat and a wolf.

Ugly, brutal, powerful, and weird.

Mordant raised his head, his face was covered with red scales, he roared like a beast, and under the combined force of the three Blood Lords, the elemental aggregate in front of him was torn apart between the blood shadows.

Between the splashes of elemental fragments, the Blood Lord Eternal Shadow moved his neck, swung his thick left arm, and smashed his fist on the ground in front of him, the solid ground instantly rose downward, and then the bricks and stones splashed everywhere, and in the release of power, Eternal Shadow looked at the Shadow Burner in front of him, and he whispered:

"Stupid guy! Who told you... There is only one form of Sarein? ”