Sasarian, this was the lieutenant who picked up a dark blade infantry from outside Andorha.

He died at the last moment of the Whispering Port War, and was pierced through the heart by the death energy of the death lord Eriel. He died like a real hero, but his fate did not end there.

The strange undead who was picked up by him unexpectedly appeared behind him, locking his soul in his body with a rough soul stone, and then being discovered by the evacuated Death Knights of the Order, and then brought Sasarian back to the Order, the hiding place of the Order.

He was resurrected by the high-level knight Kurdila, the weaver of the Dead. After the resurrection, Sasarian was somewhat unable to accept the fact that he had become the most disliked necromancer, but in a daze, he was exposed to the core doctrine of the Order, the great creed full of self-dedication and self-sacrifice.

After knowing from Kurdilla that there are many and many shadows that threaten the world, Sasarien found a new goal after resurrecting from the dead... Although he hated the Deep Blade, although he still missed his life, now he has walked on a road to an unknown future.

He had friends again, found the organization, and became a Death Knight who specialized in evil spirits. He also used the spell he learned to resurrect the dead body for the undead infantry Lurede, and formed a soul contract with this strange infantry.

"I said, do you think they will really come?"

Sasarien was wearing a full set of armor and covered with a black hood outside his body. He was carrying two slender purple rune swords behind him, which were handmade by the forging master from the Black Iron District, and a black shotgun that emitted cold light in the moonlight, two new loaded hand cannons inserted into his belt, and bronze bullet chains hung across his chest, looking armed to his teeth.

The Kurdila who is beside him is dressed similarly. This high elf Death Knight has outstanding vision, so behind him is a black sniper rifle and a heavy sword full of elf style.

Facing Sasarian's inquiry, Kurdila shook her head and whispered to her good friend:

"Something is wrong...I suspect, they're here..."

"Um?"

Sasarien's eyes widened, and almost at the same time, around the two, the mist in the mountains near the Twilight Fortress suddenly became thicker, and 13 shadows slowly appeared in the dark mist. The moment they saw them, Kurdilla stood up quickly and took a few steps back. He whispered to Sasarien:

"It seems that the person who came from Salein... Maybe it's still at the level of the Blood Lord. Don't talk later, I'll deal with them... These vampires have a pathological pursuit of etiquette. If you say something wrong, it may lead to a conflict."

"Sallein?"

A trace of curiosity flashed in Sassarian's eyes:

"I have never dealt with them yet. When Lordaeron was in the army, I just heard of the names of these blood elves. They never seemed to appear on the front battlefield."

"Then you should be glad."

Kurdilla moved his fingers and explained to his companions:

"In the war system of Anblade, Salain is often responsible for pre-war reconnaissance and destruction behind enemy lines. They are natural spies and assassins, but because of the small number of people, they have never participated in major wars. But if it were you back then, if you met Salain... you would have been finished long ago. In the case of fighting alone, it is difficult for anyone to avoid their strange bloody fighting skills."

"The Blood Lord is even more terrifying. If they want, they can spread the blood blight to a city overnight. With their ability to draw blood, even if they face an army of hundreds of people alone, they can leave without any injuries, or... wipe out their opponents, never try to fight against the Blood Lord. As long as you bleed, even if it is just a small wound... they are sure to win."

"How do you know so clearly?"

Seeing the 13 figures in front of him advance in a erratic posture in the black fog, Sasarian asked the last question, and Kurdilla turned around and looked at his friend with a fool's look:

"Nonsense, I was performing reconnaissance and assassination missions in the Anblade back then... I have seen more Sallein than you have seen. You rookie, shut up now!"

After saying that, Kurdila turned his head and looked at the 13 Salein in front of him. He coughed lightly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that the 13 blood lords in front of him were different from those he had seen before.

They have elf-like ears, but they are not short ears like high elves, but they are more like long ears of night elves, but their skin color is as white as that of high elves.

"Upper Elf!"

Kurdila remembered the story about the Elf Empire that he read when he was a child, and he immediately exclaimed:

"I thought you were extinct!"

The Death Knight's exclamation made Modante and Yongying raise their heads. The dress of these upper-level elves' Blood Lords was different from that of the Danbian. The robe they wore was more like a robe from ten thousand years ago, with black and blood-red lace decorations. On both sides of their necks were upright collars. As their arms extended, the wide robe fluttered behind them, like a pair of black wings.

But their temperament is very similar to the dark blade Salein, full of a low-key, luxurious, evil, and corrupt sense. In the silent examination of these blood lords, Sasarian felt a faint chill. Around him, Kurdila organized some language, and he talked to these upper elves with the cumbersome etiquette of the higher elves.

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

Kurdilla showed his identity in short language. In front of him, Modante Yongying's blood-red eyes blinked, and he said in a dark voice:

"The descendants of Dasrema... I have to say that your etiquette is bad, but as you said, we are coming for war, so... let's avoid these rituals and take us to the battlefield. Syndra will give the Federation "gifts", and start from tonight... The blood of the enemy will bring new glory to Syndra!"

"Blood brings glory!"

Behind Yongying, 12 Lords of the Cindra Blood who were hiding their bodies in the blood mist were chanting in unison, and the sound made the mountainous area under the darkness even more deadly.

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"The undead are attacking!"

"Release elemental distortion monster!"

Under 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 tribes. They have no combat power and are killed by the Death Knights who broke into the Fortress. After their death, their bodies were temporarily resurrected as temporary infantry driven by the Death Knights.

After all, only the Dark Blade Legion can provide luxuriously with a large number of undead infantry and equip the infantry with enough weapons.

But how to say, these temporary resurrected corpses also have their uses... In the first floor to the second floor, the elemental monsters released by the Twilight Hammer roared out of the Elemental Gate. These twisted and enslaved elements were taller, ugly, and less fearful than ordinary elemental creatures. Driven by the cultists, these crazy elemental aggregates attacked the Death Knights and their servants who were stepping on the ladder.

Just after the elemental monsters and the zombies were mixed together, the high-level death knights sneered and detonated the faint death energy in the zombies. The corpses that had just been resurrected were like flesh and blood bombs, roaring and exploding on the stairs in front of them. The scattered energy fluctuations broke the fragile balance of the distorted elemental organisms, causing them to lose control, and then exploded one by one on the stairs.

This is the tactic summarized by the Death Knights in the process of chasing cultists. The cultists of Twilight Hammer are not professional spell casters. Before entering the very "promising" job of cultists, they are usually third-rate thieves, bankrupt merchants or simply useless drunks. They cannot control these elemental monsters well, just as they cannot control their new power well.

These monsters are OK to scare ordinary people, but facing professional soldiers like the Order Master, the deterrence of this thing is much reduced. After the first wave of elemental distortion monster explosions, two death knights led by Kurtaz and Dassauhan rushed up the ladder one left and one right. These high-level death knights supported the anti-magic shield and rushed into the group of panicked cultists like chariots.

"Run!"

"Death is coming! Doomsday is coming! There is no hope! Escape!"

"Ahhh!"

The Death Knights defeated the cultists' front without much effort. The sudden attack caught the cultists off guard. In addition, witnessing his previous companions staggeringly pounced on him and tearing the flesh and blood of the cultists with their teeth and fingers. This terrifying scene made those cowards with no will to fight could only cry and cry to the deeper part of the fortress.

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

"Clear the battlefield and shoot freely!"

But they couldn't escape at all. The orderly rulers were also an organization that had been influenced by the advanced combat concept of the Dan Blade. The high-level knights were wearing enough guns. After the defense line that the cultists had finally gathered was defeated, the cultists running around were left with bullets shot from behind, and their bodies would become servants of the Death Knights.

This defeat like a snowball made the order defender completely clear the first floor one hour after the battle began and began to build a forward position on the second floor.

However, the next battle was very difficult. The cunning two-headed ogre Gugar, the hazy and deep prophet of Twilight, the former Archbishop of the Storm Kingdom, Beneditas, the former Dragon-throated Orcs, and the current evil wizard Daga. The Shadow Burner. These three leaders control different areas of the third floor of the fortress, and those who guard the third floor were all the true loyalty of Twilight Hammer, a group of madmen who dedicated everything to the evil god without fear of death.

"Dasauhan, which side do you choose?"

Kurtaz wiped his bloody warhammer, and turned his head to look at another lord, the Great Knight Saidan. Dassorhan, after being resurrected, still maintained his once silent and stoic attitude. Faced with Kurtaz's problem, Dassorhan raised the black heavy sword in his hand. After thinking a little, he pointed to the central passage.

"Benedictus...a mess that hides himself, I'll look for his bad luck."

After saying that, the Great Knight took the dark ox-horned helmet handed over by Sasarian, buckled it on his face, and rushed to the central passage with nearly a hundred high-level knights. Kurtaz turned his head and looked to the left. Without much hesitation, he rushed to Gugar's Corrosive Throne with the rest. As for the last path, there was no need for the order maintainers to worry about it.

The bloodthirsty Shindra blood lords had already penetrated the passage to the flame altar in the shadows. Their speed was the fastest, and these Sarein didn't like to cooperate with others. Wherever they went, there was only a mummy that made people's scalp tingling. Now, they were drinking blood, and at the deepest part of the third floor, they had fought fiercely with the orc cult leader.

"I've heard of you, Salein!"

On the altar burning with strange flames, Daga Shadow Burner, the once wise orc commander, had long lost his former mind. In the whisper of the ancient god, he had been transformed into a dangerous madman full of fanaticism, his face was covered with blasphemy runes, and as his hands danced, flames like flames storm wrapped around his body, making him look like the god of flames.

He stared at the 13 elves in front of him with blood scented in his indifference mixed with fanatic eyes. The orc shouted in a singular voice:

"Assassins who can only hide in the shadow and hand out bayonets... You don't have the ability to fight head-on. Now, you dare to appear in front of me... You don't know what kind of new power the master has given me!"

As his roar, the three elemental aggregates that were twisted to the extreme rushed out of 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 good at crushing force melee combat. It seems that the battlefield of the Shadow Burner side is indeed a challenge for Salein, who is good at agility.

However... the one who appeared in front of him was not the Sallein of the Blade...

"A idiot controlled by power!"

Modante Yongying's eyes shone with a light of disdain, and the blood power around him surged. The body of the Syndra elves that had been transformed by evil magic for millions of years began to make a crackling sound. As the blood mist was entangled, the momentum of the 13 Syndra lords rose rapidly. Driven by the Shadow Burner, the three huge elemental monsters also roared and waved their arms, and smashed Salain in front of them with a thousand pounds of force.

"Clang"

The arm that the aggregate hit was steadily caught by a thick arm with fine scales like a demon and sharp nails like a dagger. The collision of power caused a wave of ripples visible to the surrounding air. Between the ripples, 13 Shindra Blood Lords who had completed transformation appeared in front of the Shadow Burner.

Their transformation did not grow blood-red wings like the Blood Lord of the Danblade. No, they did not have one more pair of wings. On the contrary, their originally slender bodies became strong, and their arms became thick and strong between the bulging muscles. Even their legs became recurves similar to the Draenei people. The short sharp ears and the mane outside the scales of the whole body made them look like a combination of bats and wolves.

Ugly, arrogant, powerful, and weird.

Modante raised his head, his face covered with red scales, and he roared like a wild beast. Under the combined force of the three blood lords, the elemental aggregation in front of him was torn apart between the blood shadows.

Between the elemental fragments splattered, the blood Lord Yongying moved his neck, swung his thick left arm, and punched him on the ground in front of him. The solid ground suddenly bulged downwards, and then bricks and stones splattered everywhere. As the power was released, Yongying looked at the shadow burner in front of him, and he whispered:

"Silly guy! Who told you... Salein has only one form?"

I have to say that the classification of vampires in Warhammer's entire battle is really eye-opening.
Chapter completed!