Otherworldly White Dragon Lord Chapter 145: Subordinate to the Lich King
The moment white light gathers into the adult form, it seems to be swallowed by the endless void, the breath of darkness and death rushes out and echoes throughout the ice crystal hall, the original cold and silent ice crystal hall suddenly seems like Falling into the **** of death, the raging cold makes people feel that their souls are trembling.
The metal shoes pressed against the floor and made a heavy noise. Half of the men in armor and body armor seemed to be alive but like a deceased. The once bright blond hair had turned into a lifeless, ash-colored eyes. The blue flame, or the fire of the soul that emerged from the body, was no longer a flame.
The long sword exuding death and unknown breath easily pierced the entire ground made of steel and jade, and the two swords were lying on the ground holding the long sword with both hands, and slightly lowered his head to Yalin above the throne. Express your respect.
"Yalin! My Oath Friend ┉┉" For a moment, the man's voice is like a dull voice from an unknown region: "It's time! I have come as agreed, and now we should join hands to purify this 'dirty' world ! "
Sitting on the throne, Yalin could not suppress the excitement and joy in his heart. Looking at the attribute panel of the summoning system, the potential of the S level made Yalin have to sigh that luck is really good, but this one is powerful. The special summoner made Yalin a little tangled. However, if you can't get along well, Ulduar City is like a huge time bomb buried. On the contrary, Ulduar City can gather a huge army in a short time.
"Hehehe ┉┉ You are right, maybe it is time." Yalin replied, holding back the excitement, and the huge risks are proportional to the benefits. As long as the limited resources are used properly, the status quo may not be irreversible.
"Very well, then let me summon the Legion now and completely wipe out this dirty world."
The blade of the sword pointing directly at the sky exudes a more terrifying power of death than before. Countless souls who are imprisoned in it wailing mournfully. The entire ice crystal hall suddenly looks like a boiling death hell, even entering the hall The sunlight in it seems to become cold at this moment.
"Don't worry! My dear His Highness Prince, a slave is waiting to swear allegiance to you."
Yalin said here, an evil smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth.
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In a temporary dungeon in Ulduar City, the consciousness of a deceased person imprisoned by frost shackles is wandering the other side of the dream.
was born in an aristocratic military family from an early age. For the victory of the motherland and the glory of the family, the battlefield is dead. The ultimate fate of the family members is also regarded as the highest glory! A soldier does not die on the battlefield but die on the bed. This is the greatest shame for the soldier.
has always believed in this without hesitation!
received the rigorous training of elders from an early age, led the army to rush for thousands of miles to reverse the victory and defeat, the sword and the shadow of the flesh and blood flew through the death, and defeated the powerful warrior to defeat it to win glory. Until the last battle in his life, he did not flee when the empire collapsed, and he led the army of the family to shed the last drop of blood in order to protect the imperial king, but even in the face of death, he died and died. It's a pity ┉┉ just like the ancestors of the family for generations to respect the family and the empire!
However, destiny made a joke with himself, but the self, who should have fallen asleep forever, was awakened by someone. The necromancer, who profaned the gods with an unknown law, knocked on the door of death and returned to the world. Without escaping from the excitement and gratitude of death, he regained consciousness only by endless anger, desecrated his family's glory, and desecrated his loyalty. These necromancers have stained their lives with a stain that can never be eluted.
But soon ┉┉ anger was replaced by sorrow, and sorrow also turned into despair!
Time has passed for nearly a hundred years, but his family has become a joke of the world. In order to defend the rotten royal family and the people as enemies, and to die for the lingering remnants of the old system, I think it is stubborn to obstruct the progress of the historical wheel. Everything that I once believed deeply collapsed, the pride of which the proud glory was struck by reality has always become the world's joke.
You are not wrong, nor is your family! It's just that the times are different ┉┉The Necromancer explained to himself in the dark.
That's right! It's just that the times are different.
everything in the past collapsed and returned to the self from the dead world of the dead world, without faith, without ideals, without goals┉┉
Like many lost souls, he came to the sanctuary of the undead, a holy place for the lost soul, on a floating island in the depths of the endless sea, the island of the undead-Etholos!
All the past has been abandoned by yourself, because if you ca n’t abandon the past, you will not be able to support the soul to continue to stay in this world. The heavy burden will become the biggest culprit that crushes the soul. For the undead, but the eagerness to fight still flows in the already cold body. The fragmented memory only remembers his name but forgets the surname. Like many undead, he perches on the island of "Isolos". Everyone uses it Use the same surname to call each other into a group!
Everything in the past disappears, and the undead dark warrior who was born only for battle-Sanvald Isolos-is born again!
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opened his eyes violently, and the fire of the soul that was almost extinguished in the eyes of Sandvald re-burned, watching the world that had almost nothing but a white snowfield, and the paused memory is here Beginning to recover, Sandvall gradually remembered everything, and he fought against two powerful fighters one after another, and finally lost to the powerful fighter holding a huge sword with an amazing size, and then suffered some special The imprisonment of his soul was frozen, and it was only now that he finally woke up.
Moved his limbs, and Sandvald felt that his injuries had completely recovered, and he did n’t seem to feel anything wrong. He was not restrained by shackles and restraints, or imprisoned magic, and even his own weapons were placed. next to. All this made Sandwald a little puzzled. Did the other party release himself?
Looking at Sandvald, he frowned secretly, surrounded by a completely empty snow field, so wide that the horizon was even handed over between heaven and earth, and there was no reference object to let me know the direction. In addition to the blizzard wind and snow, this is a world that is completely 'none' and made of ice and snow.
The sound from the space immediately alerted Sandvald. A man in heavy armor, who also burned the fire of the soul in his eyes, had appeared not far from Sandvald.
"Undead? You are also undead ┉┉" Sandvald felt a little weird.
"Succumb to me ┉┉" An unknown sword shining with a faint blue light pointed directly at Sandvald. The man repeated his own words, but the tone revealed death-like coldness.
The moment I witnessed this long sword revealing a thick death and unknown breath, the urge to kneel down and worship was immediately born in Sandvald ’s heart. It was an indescribable feeling, like The innate nature of the superiors is generally coercive to the lower classes, which makes the soul in the body feel trembling.
"Succumb to you?" Sunvard tried to suppress the shameful thoughts in his heart and raised his weapon: "A delusion?"
"Poor bugs ┉┉"
strode forward, the unknown sword in the man ’s hand suddenly marked the trajectory of death, and Sandvald, surrounded by the trajectory of death, struggling to raise his sword to meet him. However, the next moment, the consciousness and The senses were completely chaotic. The body in armor was hit by a huge impact and flew into the sky. The surrounding scenery was spinning chaotically. After a few seconds, Sandvald fell on the ground and stirred up a thick one. Layer of snow.
This power is really terrible┉┉Compared to the mercenary warrior named Gus before ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The opponent in front is far beyond his own level.
barely supported the body to stand up, and Sandvald had felt that the ribs in his chest had broken three or four. The armor on his body was as if it had been beaten by a siege hammer, and it was scarred. It was almost a single blow. Let yourself completely lose the ability to fight, and the most terrifying thing is that while being hit by the long sword, your soul will be pulled out of the body as if it is approaching an invisible black hole.
Higher-order Necromancers, Undead Knights, Dread Knights, or stronger Death Lords┉┉Sanvard's mind immediately appeared with these powerful undead names.
kidding! Even the warrior on the island of undead 'Isolos' who can have the title of 'death lord' is only one person. The undead warrior who has such a powerful force in front of him cannot be unknown. He should have been invited.
"Impossible, who the **** are you?" After being transformed into an undead, Sunward showed a rare expression of anger and raised his long sword to support the figure that mourned again.
However, the result is the same! And this time, the fragmented lower body of Sandvall could no longer stand up.
"Now answer me now and submit to me ┉┉"
The hollow voice is like **** from the dead!
"Who are you┉┉?"
"The Lich King Arthas Menethil, you will always be loyal to your master in the future!"
Countless wailing souls swarmed out of Frostmourne, screaming and screaming, the whole snowfield is like a **** on earth filled with the voice of the dead soul shouting!
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