Thassarian, this is the lieutenant who picked up a Dark Blade infantry from outside Andorhal.
He died at the last moment of the Whispering Port War, his heart pierced by the death energy of Death Lord Yrel. He died like a true hero, but his fate did not end there.
The strange undead Rurid who was picked up by him unexpectedly appeared behind him and locked his soul in his body with a rough soul stone. Then he was discovered by the evacuated Death Knights of the Order, and they killed Thassarian.
Brought back the Order's hideout.
He was resurrected by the high-ranking knight Koltira Deathweaver. For a period of time after his resurrection, Thassarian could not accept the fact that he had become the undead he once hated most. But in his daze, he
I came into contact with the core teachings of the Order, that great creed full of self-dedication and self-sacrifice.
After learning from Koltira that there were many shadows threatening the world hidden under the surface of this world, Thassarian found a new goal after resurrecting from the dead... Although he hated the Dark Blade,
Although he still misses the time when he was alive, he is now walking on a road leading to an unknown future.
He found friends again, found an organization, and became a death knight specializing in evil auras. He also used the spell he learned to resurrect the dead to repair the hidden wounds in the body of the undead infantry Lurid, and formed a relationship with this weird infantry.
The soul contract.
"I said, do you think they will really come?"
Thassarian wore a full set of armor, with a black hood covering his body. He carried two slender purple rune swords on his back, which were handmade by the master forger from the Black Iron District, and a black
The shotgun glowed coldly under the moonlight, and two loaded new hand cannons were inserted into the belt. Bronze-colored bullet chains hung crosswise on the chest, making it look like it was armed to the teeth.
Koltira next to him was dressed similarly. This high elf death knight had excellent vision, so what he carried on his back was a black sniper rifle and an elf-style heavy sword.
Facing Thassarian's question, Koltira shook his head and whispered to his good friend:
Thassarian's eyes widened, and almost at the same moment, the fog in the mountainous area near the Twilight Fortress suddenly became thicker around the two of them, and 13 shadows slowly appeared in the dark fog, watching.
The moment he reached them, Koltira stood up quickly, took a few steps back, and whispered to Thassarian:
"It seems that the person here is Sarain... Maybe he is at the level of a blood lord. Don't talk for a while. I will deal with them... These vampires have a pathological pursuit of etiquette. I said it wrong.
It might cause a conflict."
"Salayin?"
A trace of curiosity flashed in Thassarian's eyes:
"I have never dealt with them. When I was a soldier in Lordaeron, I only heard about the names of these blood elves. They never seemed to appear on the front battlefield."
"Then you should be lucky."
Koldira moved his fingers and explained to his companions:
"In the Dark Blade's war system, Sarain is often responsible for pre-war reconnaissance and sabotage behind enemy lines. They are natural spies and assassins, but because of their small number, they have never participated in big wars. But if it was you back then
, if you meet a Sarain...then you will definitely be finished long ago. When fighting alone, it is difficult for anyone to avoid their weird blood fighting skills."
"The blood lords are even more terrifying. If they want, they can spread the blood disease to a city overnight, and with their blood-draining ability, even if they face an army of hundreds of people alone, they can
Leave unscathed, or...annihilate the opponent completely. Never try to fight a numerical war with the Blood Lord. As long as you bleed, even if it is just a small wound...they have already won."
"How do you know so clearly?"
Seeing the 13 figures in front of him advancing in the dark mist in an erratic manner, Thassarian asked the last question. Koltira turned around and looked at his friend as if he were a fool.
:
"Nonsense, back then I was performing reconnaissance and assassination missions in Dark Blade... I have seen more Sarain than you have seen orcs. You rookie, shut up now!"
After saying that, Koltira turned his head and looked at the 13 Sallains who appeared in front of him. He coughed slightly and was about to speak, but suddenly realized that the 13 blood lords in front of him were different from the ones he had seen before.
..not quite the same.
They have elf-like ears, but they are not short ears like the high elves, but more like the long ears of the night elves, but their skin color is as white as the high elves.
"Highborne!"
Koltira remembered the stories about the Elf Empire that he had read when he was a child, and he suddenly exclaimed:
"I thought you were extinct!"
The death knight's exclamation made Mordent Yongying raise his head. The clothes of these upper elf blood lords are different from the blood lords of the Dark Blade. The style of the robes they wear is more like the robes of thousands of years ago, black.
, lined with blood-red lace decoration, and there are raised collars on both sides of the neck. With the arms extended, the wide robe flutters behind the back, like a pair of black wings.
But their temperament is very similar to Thassarian of the Dark Blade, full of a low-key, luxurious yet evil, corrupt sense. In the silent inspection of these blood lords, Thassarian felt a faint chill,
Beside him, Koltira organized his language. He used the complicated etiquette of high elves to talk to these upper elves.
"You Blood Lords must be envoys sent by the Federation, and we, we are representatives of the Order. We will lead you to the Twilight Fortress and join in the encirclement and suppression of the cultists."
Koltira expressed his identity in brief words. In front of him, Mordante Yongying's blood-red eyes blinked, and he said in a dark voice:
"Descendants of Dath'Rema... I have to say that your etiquette is terrible, but as you said, we are here for the war, so... just dispense with these common etiquette and take us to the battlefield,
Syndra will send "gifts" to the Federation, starting tonight... The blood of the enemy will bring new glory to Syndra!"
"Blood brings glory!"
Behind Yongying, 12 Sindra blood lords who hid their bodies in the blood mist chanted in unison, and their voices made the dark mountainous area seem even more dead.
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"The undead are coming!"
"Release the elemental aberrations!"
In this cold night, the first floor of the Twilight Fortress has been completely submerged by the death knights of the Order and the undead they summoned. The cultists living on the first floor are all scum of various races.
With no combat effectiveness at all, they were hacked to death by the death knights who broke into the fortress. After their deaths, their bodies were temporarily resurrected as temporary infantry driven by the death knights.
After all, only the Dark Blade Legion has the luxury of maintaining a large number of undead infantry and equipping the infantry with sufficient weapons.
But what can I say, these temporarily resurrected corpses also have their uses... Between the stairs from the first floor to the second floor, the elemental monsters released by the Twilight Hammer roared out of the gate of the elements. These
The twisted and enslaved elements are taller, uglier, and more fearless than ordinary elemental creatures. Driven by the cultists, these crazy elemental aggregates crazily attack the death knights and their enemies who step onto the stairs.
Servants.
And just after the elemental monsters and the walking corpses were mixed together, the high-level death knights sneered and detonated the weak death energy in the walking corpses. The newly resurrected corpses roared in front of them like flesh and blood bombs.
The explosion exploded on the stairs, and the escaping energy fluctuations broke the fragile balance in the twisted elemental creatures, causing them to lose control, and then exploded on the stairs one after another.
This is a tactic that the death knights summed up in the process of hunting down cultists. The cultists of Twilight's Hammer are not professional spellcasters. Before entering the very "promising" job of cultists, they generally
They are all third-rate thieves, bankrupt businessmen or simply worthless drunkards. They cannot control these elemental monsters well, just like they cannot control their new powers well.
These monsters can be used to scare ordinary people, but in the face of professional soldiers like the Order, the deterrence of these monsters is reduced too much. After the explosion of the first wave of elemental aberration monsters, with Kurtaz and
Two death knights led by Dathrohan rushed up the stairs, one on the left and one on the right. These high-level death knights held up anti-magic shields and rushed into the panicked group of cultists like chariots.
"Run quickly!"
"Death is coming! The end is coming! There is no hope! Run away!"
"Ah!"
The death knights defeated the cultists' front with almost no effort. This sudden attack caught the cultists by surprise. In addition, they witnessed their former companions staggering towards them and tearing them apart with their teeth and fingers.
The flesh and blood of the cultists, this horrific scene, made those cowards without the will to fight can only cry for their parents and flee deeper into the fortress.
They are just cultists, not warriors, so don't have too much confidence in their integrity.
"Clear the battlefield and shoot freely!"
But they couldn't escape at all. The Order was an organization that had been influenced by the Dark Blade's advanced combat concepts. The high-level knights wore enough firearms. After the defense line that the cultists had finally gathered was defeated, those who were everywhere
The running cultists will only end up being shot from behind by bullets, and their corpses will become the servants of the death knights.
This snowballing defeat allowed the Order to completely clear the first floor an hour after the battle began and begin building an advance position on the second floor.
But the next battle will be very difficult. The cunning two-headed ogre Cho'gall, the gloomy and profound Twilight Prophet, the former Archbishop Benedictus of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the former Dragonmaw Orc Warlord, now the evil mage
Dagga and Shadowburner, these three bosses respectively control different areas on the third floor of the fortress, and those stationed on the third floor are all true loyalists of the Twilight Hammer, a group of people who devote everything to the evil god without any hesitation.
Death-fearing lunatics.
"Dathrohan, which side do you choose?"
Kurtaz wiped his war hammer covered with blood and minced meat. He turned to look at another lord, the Great Knight Saidan Dathrohan. After being resurrected, he still maintained his silent and stoic posture, facing Ku
When asked by Ertaz, Dassohan raised the black epee in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, he pointed to the central passage.
"Benedictus...a bastard who hides himself, and I seek to find his misfortune."
After saying that, the high knight took the dark horn helmet handed over by Thassarian, buckled it on his face, and rushed to the central passage with nearly a hundred high-ranking knights, while Kurtaz turned to look
On the left, without much hesitation, he led the remaining people towards Cho'gall's Corrupted Throne. As for the last road, the Order did not need to worry about it.
The group of bloodthirsty Sindra blood lords have already penetrated into the passage leading to the flame altar in the shadows. They are the fastest, and these Sarain don't like to cooperate with others.
Wherever they went, there were only numb corpses left on the ground, and now, drunk on blood, they were already engaged in a fierce battle with the orc cult leader in the deepest part of the third floor.
"I've heard about you, Sarain!"
On the altar burning with strange flames, Daga Shadowburner, the once wise orc warlord, had long lost his former mind. In the whispers of the ancient gods, he had been transformed into a fanatical man.
A dangerous madman, his face is covered with blasphemous runes. As he dances with his hands, flames like a fire storm wrap 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 enthusiasm. The orc shouted loudly:
"Assassins who only hide in the shadows and hold out bayonets... You have no ability to fight head-on. Now, you dare to appear in front of me... You have no idea what kind of new power the master has given me.
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In his roar, three extremely twisted elemental aggregates sprang out from the light and shadow of the flames. It can be seen from the thick arms of these guys that these weird things can not only use elemental magic, but also are very powerful.
He is good at crushing force melee combat. It seems that the battlefield on the side of Shadow Burner is indeed a challenge for Sarain, who is good at agility.
However... what appeared in front of him was not the Dark Blade Sarain...
"Idiot controlled by power!"
Mordent Yongying's eyes shone with disdain, the power of blood around him surged, and the Sindra Elf's body, which had been transformed by fel magic for millions of years, began to make rattling sounds.
With the sound, amid the entanglement of the blood mist, the momentum of the 13 Sindra Lords rose rapidly, and driven by the Shadow Burner, the three huge elemental monsters also roared and waved their arms, with a critical moment.
He hit Sarain in front of him with all his strength.
"哐"
The moment the arm hit by the polymer came into contact with the blood mist, it was firmly caught by a thick arm with devil-like scales and sharp nails like daggers. The collision of force caused the surrounding air to
There was a ripple visible to the naked eye. As the ripples dispersed, 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 did not have an extra pair of wings. On the contrary, their original slender bodies became strong, and among the tensed muscles
Over time, the arms became thick and powerful, and even the legs became a recurved shape similar to that of the Draenei. Against the backdrop of the short sharp ears and the mane outside the scales on the body, it made
They look like a cross between a bat and a wolf.
Ugly, arrogant, powerful, and weird.
Mordent raised his head. His face was covered with red scales. He roared like a wild beast. Under the combined efforts of the three blood lords, the elemental aggregate in front of him was torn apart amid the flying blood shadows.
Open the body.
While the elemental fragments were splashing everywhere, Blood Lord Yongying moved his neck, waved his thick left arm, and punched the ground in front of him. The solid ground rose downward in an instant, and then bricks and stones were splashed everywhere.
During the release of power, Yongying looked at the shadow burner in front of him, and he said softly:
"Stupid guy! Who told you...Salayin only has one form?"
I have to say that the classification of vampires in Warhammer Total War is really eye-opening.
