A fierce battle unfolds on the battlefield. Amid the blood and mud of the desola

A fierce battle unfolds on the battlefield. Amid the blood and mud of the desolate land and the sounds of battle, a Death Knight stands in a valiant form. His jet-black armor is covered in scratches, from which a pale, cold light shines. He holds a large sword in his hand, and the aura of death wafts from it. The Death Knight falls with a powerful blow, but at that moment, his body slowly begins to crumble. His steel armor tears, and black mist leaks out from the gaps. The Death Knight kneels on the ground, his face expressionless, and he is about to quietly die in death. The surrounding warriors watch the scene with a mixture of fear and relief. As the sound of the Death Knight's giant sword falling to the ground echoes, his body fades like a shadow, and finally disappears. A cold silence spreads across the battlefield, as if to prove his presence.