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When I first met Sasarien, he was an ordinary soldier. When I met Sasarien again, he had the same purpose as me. It is hard to imagine that I still remember him. I regretted him, but I was also very excited to see him get rid of Alsace's control. He was one of the Lordaeron soldiers who had been expeditioning Northrend, and he must have known what happened.

I think there will be many common topics between him and I.

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It was already two days later when he arrived at the Psychiath Tower. Sasarien wanted to move on, but his soldiers had to rest because they were all living people. He had no communication with them along the way, and only one soldier named Lurede dared to talk to him:

"Sir...well, I heard you were the first Death Knight to join the league."

"As far as I know, I was indeed, I was a soldier in the Union not long ago. Although the living people still remained at a clear distance from me." The conversation ended after Sasarian replied.

He didn't plan to continue talking. It didn't matter whether he was the first Death Knight to join the league. Sassarian cared more about the moment. He felt that this was the reward of his efforts. He could not believe it for his first command, and he could not believe it... It felt great to lead these soldiers to the battlefield, and it was also very surprising. The Death Knight even forgot how strange this place was.

The holy city of Ngira, Sasarian, first heard of this place. It is located in the easternmost part of the North Wind Tundra and is on the edge. The Death Knight looked at the map in confusion, and more and more questions troubled him. There was no trace of information about this place in his memory, so why did Talbert know? The Fearless Fortress and the War Song Fortress were surrounded by the army of undead, and it was almost impossible for scouts to break through the blockade. Also, why did Talbert ask him and these soldiers to attack a city? What is the purpose of doing this? Isn’t it more meaningful to defeat the undead outside the Fearless Fortress simply to attack the Scourge Corps?

Before he knew it, Sassarien gradually began to doubt the action, always feeling something was wrong.

"That...sir."

When the Death Knight heard someone behind him, he turned around and it was Lured. "What's wrong?"

"I just counted the number of people and found that Private Braun, who was with us, disappeared."

"His he betrayed?" Sasarien asked.

"No, I think...he should have run away."

"Then it's all right." The Death Knight waved and let Lured retreat. He would not pursue those who had the power to choose their own life and death. Fighting with the most evil enemies of the natural disaster undead is not a shame, but rather... a wise move. As long as the soldiers who follow him do not rebel and surrender to the enemy, Sasarien will not care about their fate. It doesn't matter if they escape, die, or disappear.

In Northrend, the four words that cannot be controlled occur to everyone.

Lurey returned to his companions, and Sasarien headed farther away from them until they could not hear their noise.

As he walked, he stopped in a jungle, and there were traces of shoveling deer movements on the snow. The surroundings finally became quiet, but they were immediately broken.

"Oh? There is still the Death Knight here?"

The sound coming from behind made Sasarian quickly draw out his sword and turn around, posing a defensive posture toward the voice emitter. The scarlet eyes suddenly made the Death Knight uneasy. The other party was also a dead soul, but not a death knight, but like a ranger. Sasarian only remembers that there is such a bow in the High Elf Kingdom, and his friend Kurdila is a ranger in front of him.

"Wait, you look familiar..." The undead ranger narrowed his eyes. Sasarien realized the danger. If the other party recognized him, it would be equivalent to knowing that he had betrayed the Scourge and would definitely attack him.

"Go to die, the undead scum." The Death Knight raised his swords in a crossing force, aiming at the undead's neck and slashed over it.

"This move is good!" What surprised and angry was that the undead jumped back and avoided his attack, and the comment made seemed to be provoking, saying that Sasarian could not hurt him at all.

The Death Knight cursed inwardly. He watched the Dead Ranger set a distance of nearly ten yards from him, and was very surprised. He knew that the Rangers were all flexible and agile, but the distance of ten yards was too exaggerated, and he also reminded Sasarien that the other party was not an ordinary undead creature.

"Come here!" Sasarien reached out and sent a death grip at the undead. But the other party waved his right hand and let the spell bounce away, knocking down only one tree.

"How is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible," said the undead, the red color in his eyes became even more eye-catching. "The target I was hunting was also a death knight. I have been studying his power for many years and looking for ways to deal with him."

"Wait, you said 'or'? What does this mean?"

"Isn't it?" the undead laughed, the sound of the shovel-toothed deer stuffing his big horns into the snow, "You should be a black-strike knight, right? Have you forgotten the vows your great lord Moglani made in front of the Holy Wish Chapel of Light?"

"I haven't forgotten!" Sasarien gritted his teeth, "Alsace will definitely be eliminated."

"In this way, you can take back your weapons. They should be directed at the Scourge. As for me, I will not pursue your reckless and impulsive attacks and offenses."

Sasarian sneered: "Aren't I pointing them at the minions of the Scourge now? Or, how can you prove that you are not a lackey of the Scourge?"

"I admire you very much, Death Knight. I also remember who you are, but I forgot your name." The Dead Ranger pulled down his hood. Suddenly, Sasarien opened his eyes wide, and he subconsciously took a step forward and another step forward, each step that made him feel more surprised.

"You are... Lord Nathanos." Sasarien recognized him, and he saw a familiar outline on the seriously damaged face. "How is this possible, Kel Thujad said you have..."

"How many words of the Curse Sect are true?" Nathanos gently pulled off a piece of skin that fell off the wound on his face. "I'm so glad you know me, but can you remind me of your name first?"

"My name is Sasarien, Lord."

"Yes, it's you. I'm all recalling it." said the Withering One. "I'm ready to fight you, and I thought you didn't remember me anymore."

"No, I can't forget you, sir." said the Death Knight.

"Why? Did I do something that impressed you?"

"Apart from death, we... all did the same thing." Sasarien explained, and his words also made Nathanos curious. "I participated in the battle against Quel'thalas, and I have witnessed your final outcome with my own eyes..."

"Enough!" Nathanos interrupted him sternly, "Stop mentioning it."

"I'm very sorry. It seems you remember what happened at that time."

The wither closed his eyes and said, "I can't forget how profound my sins are, and you don't need to remind me."

"We are the same, sir." Sasarien put his hand on his chest. "My mother, Vivian... died at the hands of her son, and it was also the Lich King who ordered me to do so."

“Indeed, we are the same.”

The Death Knight nodded in recognition and said, "I always thought you were dead, sir. Did you know, I had been serving in Naxxamas for a while. When you were besieged by the High Elves and Stormwind assassins at Maris Farm, Kel Thujad also got the news. He sent someone to the farm to find your body, but only found the burnt house..."

"Everyone thought I had disappeared completely. But I was still there... and have been preparing for revenge on the Lich King for many years."
Chapter completed!