Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Thassarian originally wanted to reject this dark and deadly voice, but when he thought of his comrades who died tragically and the teachings of his father, his hesitation became decisive.

"I do."

"Very well, feel our master's call and become a sharp edge under his men!"

The violent pulling sensation spread to every part of Sassarian's body, he was like a struggling drowning, and then he was dragged back to the shore after a terrible suffocation.

"Huh—ha—"

Sassarian suddenly sat up from the ground, everything that happened just now was like a nightmare, and the surrounding things became real again.

He found himself lying in an unfamiliar hall, which was entirely made of black, unidentified metal, and the lighting was a dark blue that Sassarian had never seen before.

"Are you awake? It looks like my job is a little heavier again."

Sassarian searched for the voice and found the speaker, but when he saw the face, his whole person froze in place like a wax figure.

The person in front of him is only on the portrait, and he should only be seen on the portrait.

He swallowed hard, "Lo...Sir Lothar?"

"Oh? Am I so famous? Even a kid like you knows me?" Lothar touched his chin. Sure enough, a person can become famous only if he is dead?

After hearing Lothar's confirmation, Thassarian couldn't believe it-didn't Sir Lothar have been dead for more than ten years?How could you stand in front of yourself again?

But after a closer observation, Thassarian found that Sir Lothar's appearance was still very different from a normal living person. His complexion was very pale, and his pupils were shining with blue light.

This is not a feature that a living person should have...wait!

Sassarian thought of something, he looked at his hands, the original healthy wheat-colored skin turned pale as Lothar.

"I...I am dead, I died in the battle with the Dreadlord." Thassarian held his head, the gap between cognition and reality made his brain a little confused.

"Well, to be precise, we really can't be called a living person." Lothar threw a close-fitting garment to Thassarian, "I asked the psychic to repair your broken upper body-tut, that The battle must be fierce, and you were almost torn into a rag doll."

"The devil's claws pierced me..." Sassarian touched his upper body intact, the big hole in his abdomen had disappeared, and the whole body was intact.

"What the hell is going on, Sir Lothar? What is going on with us now?"

"Just as you think, we are all dead." Lothar's voice echoed with soul, which is a characteristic that only high-level undead had. Standing up, I don't know if it is hatred or love, but it must be very strong."

Arthas would not blindly choose death knights, he would only resurrect those who still had a considerable obsession with the living world, and these people would often stand up from the grave for some reason.

The other soldiers who were sent to the Icecrown Glacier by the same batch of Sassarian thought that they had died well, their wish was fulfilled, and they entered eternal sleep.

And Thassarian was resurrected in the death knight's election, and became another dark knight of the Scourge.

"How come--I'm obviously dead, is this some kind of evil witchcraft?!"

But Sassarian obviously didn't know this, he thought he was resurrected by the devil.

Lothar patted Thassarian on the shoulder, and the pressure he involuntarily exuded made Thassarian recover from a somewhat out of control state, "Power is not divided between good and evil, the key depends on how we use it. "

"You, and I, are still attached to this world, or have something to do." Lothar's words carry a trace of vicissitudes.

Thassarian was silent. He neither agreed nor refuted Lothar's statement. He silently put on the close-fitting clothes.Read the book www.lkbook.org

Lothar saw that the soldier was very depressed, and knew that he had not recovered from the surprise of death and resurrection. "It seems that you still need time to digest it. If you have any questions, you can come to the upper level of the fortress to find me. ."

"Wait, Sir!-I want to ask, what will happen to the people who are sent here like me?"

Thassarian remembered what Lothar had said before that he was not the only knight candidate.

Lothar grinned, "They have no regrets, and we will send them home."

Leaving Sassarian, who was still in a daze, Lothar left the ceremonial hall and when passing a room, he stopped and put his hand on the evil iron gate.

After thinking for a moment, Lothar pushed open the door - this is the training room, where a tall and majestic figure was slashing the training puppet frantically with a rune hammer in his hand.

Even if he was waving his two-handed warhammer, his offensive continued like a storm. The puppet was obviously unable to withstand such a blow. After a hammer completely smashed the puppet into a pile of waste, the orc stopped and carried the tattered expressionlessly The puppet, threw it into the garbage dump aside.

"Enough venting?"

Lothar leaned against the door and faced Orgrim who came to throw the garbage.

"You came to me, do you want to taste the taste of my warhammer again?" Orgrim snorted, but put the warhammer on the side of the weapon rack. "I am loyal to that guy, but it doesn't mean me. Must listen to your orders."

"But before Arthas left, he appointed me the supreme commander here. Isn't going against me against the Lich King himself?"

"Huh, glib tongue, you still haven't changed at all." Orgrim wandered to the side of the puppet storage area, picking a new puppet.

"What's the point of just knocking on those dead objects?" Lothar took a long sword from the weapon rack and gestured twice. "If you really want to fight, I can accompany you for a while."

"I don't want to go to a psychic to fix you after I smash your head."

Orgrim installed the new puppet and pressed his hand on the puppet. After a while, the former orc chief suddenly asked, "Losha, do I look funny now?"

Lothar didn't expect Orgrim to ask this question suddenly, and after a little dazed, he replied, "To be honest, it's a bit."

"I knew-he resurrected me, just wanting to see my jokes." Orgrim sniffed. Although he surrendered to Arthas's iron fist, he still could not really come out of confusion.

"Because of this, I said you are ridiculous," Lothar shook his head. He knew Orgrim too well. "You haven't realized your identity."

"My identity? I know very well, I'm just a poor worm whose glory is lost," Orgrim sneered, and landed a punch on the puppet, stamping a clear fist mark.

"Glory? All our glory disappeared the moment we died--" Lothar saw Orgrim look like this, and put down the long sword boredly.

He thought Orgrim could figure it out, but now it seemed that the orc was still locked in a circle by his own thinking.

"We are not the living. The word glory has nothing to do with us. There is only one reason for us to act by our own will."

"Destroy everything that threatens Azeroth."

"We are not the generals, not the chiefs, or even the heroes or enemies written in the history books, but the avengers."

"Orgrim, Arthas hates not the orcs. He could kill you all long ago, but he didn't—think about it."

"As for the object of our revenge, you should be very clear."

After speaking, Lothar hurriedly left, the evil iron gate was closed again, the soul of Orgrim's eyes flickered, and the powerful death knight murmured alone:

"the Avengers?"