A pile of severed limbs and broken bones flew up into the air, and then fell down in a fluttering manner. Half of the terrifying cheek was crushed by a riding boot.
The surrounding ghouls looked indifferently at their companions who were reduced to rubbish, and sat quietly aside, preparing to wait for the furious death knight to leave before cleaning up.
However, Orbaz is obviously not ready to stop there - he is a notorious sadist and pervert, and coupled with the humiliation given by the Paladin today, it further stimulates this butcher's desire to destroy everything in front of him.
"You bastards! Shit! Why don't you fight back!"
He knocked down a ghoul with his fist, inserted the rune sword into the unfortunate creature's mouth, and stirred it until no one could tell where its mouth and nose should be.
"They are all a bunch of cowards! Only Orbaz is the real strong man," the death knight shouted wildly while waving his rune sword, his body covered with the disgusting bodily fluids of the ghoul. "That miserable paladin will eventually
I tore out the internal organs and stuffed them into the disgusting intestines!"
"If possible, I don't want to interrupt your fantasy, Orbaz," a cold voice suddenly sounded, "but Lord Darien needs you to go to the conference hall immediately; if I were you, I wouldn't
Keep wasting your time on these stupid creatures."
The somewhat confused death knight stopped panting and looked coldly at his fellow blood elves in front of him, "Kultira, you don't have the authority to give orders to me yet. Only Lord Darien and the Lich King can give orders to me here!"
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"Unfortunately, it was Lord Darien's order that I came to convey," Koltira Deathweaver said coldly, turned and left the Blood Poison Hall, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.
"All death knight lords have received orders. If you don't want to stay in the solitary room for two weeks, then wash your face and rush over immediately!"
Orbaz stared at Koldira's figure and spat on the ground fiercely, "You bitch!"
——————————————————————————————————————Just like the location of all the high-level arms of the Scourge Legion, the Ebon Blade Fortress is
It is the home base of the Death Knights, the most powerful servants of the Lich King.
This huge floating city is not only a base for training novice death knights, but it is also the only natural disaster stronghold in the Plague Land. The leader who rules this floating city and nearly 10,000 natural disaster servants is the death knight lord Darien.
.Mograine
At this time, the powerful death knight was lowering his head and thinking about something. There were only him and two evil ghost servants in the conference hall of Nuo Da. The evil ghost who acted as a waiter gently filled the tea cup in front of the big lord.
"You guys go down." The brooding Darien was alarmed by the noise made by the evil ghost. Although the death knight did not feel tired or thirsty, the high lord still retained the same habits as his father during his lifetime.
Darien took a sip of tea and frowned slightly. Apparently the water temperature was not what he expected.
"Your Excellency, High Lord," the door of the conference room was gently pushed open by a young death knight. The young knight bowed and reported to Darien, "Several lords have already arrived. Do you want to summon them now?"
"Well," Darien put down the tea cup and crossed his fingers together, "Let them all come in."
"As you command, Your Excellency." The young man was about to bow and retreat, but Darien stopped him as if he remembered something.
"Wait, Kevin," the high lord hesitated for a while, then raised his head and said, "You will also attend the meeting later. As a warrior recommended by Lord Kel'Thuzad, you have the honor to attend the meeting with all the lords."
"Thank you, Lord." Ten months have passed and the boy kidnapped by the lich seems to have become more stable. Only the unknown smile at the corner of his mouth still seems familiar.
"Forgive me for not being able to accept your grace at this moment - only when recognized by all the lords can I kneel down and receive this honor."
"But in fact you are qualified, Kevin Blum"
A tall knight pushed open the door and nodded slightly to Darien.
"In the past few months against the Scarlet Crusade, your performance was impeccable, especially as a newcomer who just picked up the Rune Sword." The tall man stopped at Darien's lower right and nodded slightly to him.
"I'm so happy to receive your appreciation, Master Thassarian," a smile appeared on Kevin's pale face, "This is more honorable than letting me attend the meeting of lords."
"That's right. Your talent and hard work are obvious to all." The other lords walked in together with Koltira. "If those crusaders leave a little longer, your students will have to collect them."
There are a hundred skulls," Koltira stood on Darion's lower left and said to Thassarian; even if it was a joke, the death knights' rigid and indifferent tone did not change at all.
"Okay, everyone," Darien made a stop gesture and said to these capable subordinates in a deep voice, "There was news from Northrend a few days ago. The master is very concerned about the fact that we did not completely wipe out the Scarlet Crusade.
It was disappointment as a warning, and he only sent a messenger messenger to inform us of our next move."
The high lord paused for a moment, looked around at the changing faces of his subordinates, and then continued unhurriedly, "The shameful failure has caused us to lose the trust of the master. If we don't want the Knights of Acherus to be in the Scourge,
Being removed from the list, our next action must be executed perfectly.”
The conference hall is full of prominent members of the Knights, and they naturally know the Lich King's attitude towards losers - no forgiveness, no mercy; these two laws are the iron laws given to Acherus by the Lord of Scourge.
It is still engraved on every death knight's runeblade.
At the beginning of the establishment of the Knights, most of the key members were transformed from the elites of various races killed by the Lich King. Whether voluntarily or forced, there were always some unwilling ones among them who relied on instinct to resist the witch.
The Demon King's order, and this is when the execution team directly under the Lich King takes action.
"Disorganized Embroidery" Milton - a high-level blood-based death knight in the Acherus Death Knights. When it comes to duels, almost no one can match him. The only shortcoming is that he is very disorganized. In a battle with the Scarlet Crusaders
He disappeared for no reason during the battle. This lazy dwarf was found in a haystack. He was taking off his armor and throwing away his rune sword. He was lying next to his death horse to sleep. Finally, the executioners of the Death Knights arrested him.
The death knight was executed on the charge that he should not sleep. His body was minced into pulp and fed to the ghouls, who ate them all.
This incident greatly shocked the Lords of Acherus. They were the only members of the Scourge who were not controlled by the Lich King's mind. They were also the most powerful and worrying helpers of the Scourge Lord; in the past, these death knights always
He was so self-reliant that he even ignored the Lich King. However, this former first-generation death knight used his actions to tell his juniors - don't try to escape the control of the natural disaster, otherwise only coldness awaits them.
punishment and endless darkness
The Black Knights, who had long been submissive under the Lich King's iron fist, turned their eyes to Darien at a loss. They had adapted to following this wise and decisive lord. Compared with the ruthless Lich,
King Arthas and Darion obviously win the hearts of his subordinates more
"Your Majesty, please listen to me." Just as everyone was looking at each other, Orbaz stood up calmly.
The Blood Venomous Lord glanced at Thassarian and Koltira, and said with meaning, "His Majesty the Lich King's anger is certainly terrible, but the entire Acherus should not be blamed for some people's mistakes."
As for paying the bill, I think as long as we hand over those criminals who delayed the fighter plane to His Majesty, he should forgive us for our mistakes."
"Please be careful with your words, Lord Bloodvenom," Thassarian said expressionlessly. As the second most powerful person in Ebon Blade Fortress after Darion, he naturally does not have to worry about the face of an ordinary lord.
"You and I both knew the course of that battle. Koltira fell into the enemy's hands to cover Kevin's retreat. As for wasting the opportunity to rescue him, I have never regretted it."
Orbaz snorted coldly and said gloomily: "What an arrogant answer, Lord Thassarian, but please make no mistake. As servants of His Majesty the Lich King, only victory is our goal.
The loser should naturally be swept into the garbage heap."
"Oh? If it's what you said, wouldn't you yourself be swept into the trash?" Koltira played with the hilt of the rune sword and said sarcastically, "I remember that you took over the task of hunting the wither this morning.
Nathanos's mission, but where is the head of this undead ranger now?"
Looking at Orbaz's increasingly gray face, Koldira shrugged, "Don't tell me that he ran away, the 'powerful' Blood Venom Lord"
"You abominable coward!" Orbaz roared angrily after being poked in the painful spot, and even forgot about himself and pulled out the rune sword, "Duel with me! Damn bastard! See if I don't crush your limbs!"
"I wish I could, and I have long been tired of seeing your disgusting face." Koltira drew his sword without giving in, "Let all my colleagues be witnesses and see how I cut off your ugly head..."
"enough!"
Darien interrupted their duel declaration in a deep voice, and the anger contained in his words made everyone shudder.
"Aren't you tired of this life of intrigue? Maybe we are all enemies in life, but in death, we are all the same cursed children... A group of scoundrels from the Scourge, we should be brothers after death,
Brothers who share life and death!"
The high lord glanced at Thassarian unintentionally, "Since you have become a demon despised by everyone, why do you need to follow the coward's behavior and repent and cry for your actions? The dead are irreparable, and now we can only
Bear the guilt and continue marching, no matter whether it is heaven or hell waiting ahead."
All the death knights lowered their heads and remained silent. Obviously, Darien's words hit the hearts of most people: they were at odds with the Lich King in life, but after death they were transformed into fighting tools by their enemies. Although there were many who voluntarily fell.
Now, but not everyone can accept being shunned by their former relatives and friends.
"Lord Darien, I don't think feeling sorry for myself can undo this," there was a long silence in the hall. Kevin, who was specially allowed to attend, broke the silence with some anxiety.
Although the young man was very high-spirited, he was being watched by many lord-level powerhouses at this moment, and his usually steady tone also trembled unnoticedly, "Everyone present may have an extraordinary past, or be a powerful race that is admired by thousands of people."
Or, or a divinely chosen warrior favored by the Holy Light, but ultimately fell under the sword of the Lich King's master; I don't mean to stir up painful memories for everyone, but as the Lord said, we are already covered in filth at this moment,
Is there anyone in this world who would accept us to turn back?"
The young man swallowed the non-existent saliva, as if it would make his throat cracked by tension feel better. "Our fate was already determined when we accepted the dark baptism of the Lich King. We can only pursue power along this path."
Continue on the path of becoming stronger and stronger, even if it is accompanied by endless killing and terror!"
"Well said," Darian nodded approvingly towards Kevin and stood up from his seat, "Since there is no retreat, we can only move forward! Everyone summons their servants, our mission this time is absolutely impossible.
No failure allowed!"
All the subordinates bowed to the order and exited the conference hall to prepare for the battle.
Watching everyone leave, the death knight lord stepped out of the balcony of the floating city, his deep gaze drifting to the west, where the spire of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel was vaguely visible.