Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 802: Lost self-confidence

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The stalwart figure that appeared in front of Ron was not someone else, it was the Lich King he had a lot of fate with, even though Ron had not seen his face, he alone The breath on his body has already recognized the person.

Mysterious, cold, and powerful, the Lich King has the most prominent aura of a necromancer, and it also has a taste of looking at the world.

He is the leader of the Scourge on the main plane of the undead, the king of the hearts of all the undead! He is just a phantom now.

Even though it was only a phantom, the awe-inspiring aura exuding from the Lich King made Ron breathless. Even when facing the ancient dragon Maxwell, Ron did not feel that way.

At this moment, the Lich King was standing in front of Ron, staring at him quietly with a pair of dark eyes, deep disappointment in his eyes.

At this time, the Lich King who appeared in the dead space slowly opened his mouth, "Ron, you have disappointed me too much, have you...have you forgotten your mission?"

The words of the Lich King were ear-splitting, and Ron was stunned. He stayed there, muttering, "My... my... mission?"

"Yes, your mission..." The Lich King turned around, facing Ron, wearing a mask, his face always serious.

Ron could feel the horror and hideous mask of the opponent, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with him.

"Have you forgotten?"

"I...I..."

Ron was too nervous to speak.

"So you really forgot..."

Looking at the dull look on Ron’s face, the Lich King sighed. His face became even more disappointed. Then, his face became more severe. "It seems that it is necessary for you to Recall..."

After speaking, stretch out a finger and tap it slightly...

Ron only felt a "boom--" and there was a sharp pain in his head.

At this time, Ron's eyes opened wide.

In front of the chaotic eyes, it gradually became clear, and a magnificent picture slowly unfolded.

It was a huge city, majestic, tall, magnificent, and tall defensive towers flashed with dazzling magical power, and warriors in heavy armor stood on the head of the city, waiting in battle.

However, the tight faces of these fighters are full of tension - and fear.

Because, in front of them, there is an endless army of undead, densely packed, countless blood-colored skull flags fluttering in the wind, covering the plain, and the trembling and uneasy breath from the depths of the soul permeates the city.

In the crowd, a necromancer wearing a crown stands on a high wooden tower. Countless skeletons are carrying the wooden tower below and slowly moving towards the city wall.

"Kill—"

With an order from the commander of the Undead Army, countless skeletons rushed to the head of the city and started a brutal fight with the opponent's soldiers.

In the sky, the frost dragon is roaring, and on the ground is a dense sea of ​​skeletons. They are not afraid of death, like tides, launching wave after wave of attacks on the city.

The enemy is also very tenacious, but they can't stop the crazy tide of skeletons. The city gates seem to be breached, and the undead enters in large numbers. The enemy fights and retreats, and finally retreats to the center of the city, and fights the streets with the undead.

The undead are powerful, and they are not inferior in street fighting. They quickly kill the enemy's corpses all over the field, and the blood flows into rivers.

With the fall of the last warrior, the undead army occupied the whole city. They executed the nobles of the city. Under the butcher's knife of the undead, all the citizens chose to submit.

While leaving some soldiers guarding the city, most of them continued to advance. The undead army was invincible and conquered one city after another. The scarlet skull flag symbolizing the Scourge was floating on the city’s heads. The powerful of countless races shivered under the power of the undead army.

The undead is fierce and mighty, dominating the world, defeating major legions, and conquering countless races.

All this in front of him made Ron see his blood boiled, and he wished he could become a part of this terrifying army, to fight and fight, in order to achieve the prestigious name of the Scourge.

"This is what happened in the past, and the current Scourge is completely vulnerable..."

At this time, Ron’s ears heard the gloomy voice of the Lich King. At this time, the picture in front of him changed and became the main plane of the undead where the Scourge was.

What caught Ron’s eyes was an endless plain. Soon, Ron saw that the two armies met on the plain, and soon a confrontation began. One side was the undead, and the number was about tens of thousands. There are necromancers, death knights, necromancers, etc., and various races have a complete range of occupations. From the equipment point of view, they are also powerful first-class legions.

The confrontation with the undead army is an unknown race that Ron has never seen before. They are smaller in stature, but not like dwarves. Except for a few soldiers in front, most of them are holding staffs. There are also fewer magicians than the undead, only a few thousand people.

This race, which is much shorter than dwarves, is called dwarf. Those who hold wands are not magicians, but arcanists. They are a kind of magical power that is much more mysterious than magic.

I have to say that encountering an army of undead on the plain, which is several times more numerous than yourself, is a very unfortunate thing for the dwarf legion. Everyone has their nerves tightened and stood ready.

The leading necromancer said something aloud, and the undead who received the order began to act. They played the banner of the Scourge and surrounded the dwarf legion, three layers inside and three layers outside. Like an iron bucket, they are prepared to use their numbers to annihilate this weak army in one fell swoop.

Faced with multiple enemies, the dwarf legion was awe-inspiring. They retreated slowly and formed a defensive formation. The dwarf arcanists began to use arcane magic to bless their soldiers.

A battle is about to start!

At this time, the Scourge began to attack, and countless undead rushed to the enemy like a tide.

"Kill...Kill...Kill..."

The two sides fought fiercely, and the battle was as fierce as ever. Perhaps it was because they knew that they were bound to die. The dwarf legion broke out with a strong fighting force. The light of vindictiveness and arcane gleaming constantly, repelling the attack of the undead again and again. The situation is in a state of tension, and gradually tilts towards the dwarf.

Compared with the powerful combat power of the dwarf army, the battle of the undead seemed a bit irritable and aggressive. When the situation gradually turned in favor of the dwarf, it appeared to shrink back.

At this time, the camp of the undead began to mess up, and at this time the dwarf legion immediately launched a counterattack, a large number of undead were wiped out, turned into a black mist and disappeared into the air, without the protection of undead creatures. The mages were quickly reduced to the slaughter, and they were bombarded with arcane bombs by the dwarf arcanists to scum......

Fear was contagious, and soon permeated the entire legion. Some people began to retreat, flee, and then it became an unprecedented defeat.

The dwarf legion took advantage of the momentum to hunt down and further expand the results. In the undead, it once again created a classic battle that wins more with less...

Ron opened his mouth wide, unable to close for a long time. This...is this the Scourge that he saw just now? How could the Scourge become like this?

Looking at the scarlet skull battle flag trampled on the ground, Ron seemed to feel a hint of mockery.

Shame, it's shame! With the advantage of several times the number of enemies, he fought such a terrible battle, and there were even a dozen dwarfs chasing hundreds of undead like ducks.

The blood rushed to Ron's face. He squeezed his fist tightly, his body shook uncontrollably, and his eyes became blood red.

The shouts of killing in the distance have not stopped, and the figures in black robes fell to the ground. In an instant, several sharp swords penetrated through their bodies, and at the same time, the enemy's arrogant laughter was heard. Full of the taste of extreme contempt.

The nobility of the undead, the dignity of the undead, were completely stepped under the feet by those dwarfs less than one meter tall. At this moment, Ron was angry.

"Are you angry? But now is not the time for you to be angry..."

While Ron was angry, the voice of the Lich King rang in his ears, and he asked at this time.

"What is the difference between the undead army and the undead army after you see it?"

What's the difference?

Ron was asked all of a sudden. He carefully recalled the two scenes he had just seen, and it took him a while to understand.

"In the first scene, what I saw was the faces of the undead with strong self-confidence, indomitable domineering, and decisive fighting will... But the eyes of the undead seen in the second scene These things are no longer there, and replaced by a kind of confusion, cowardice, and even the courage to fight..."

Ron said carefully.

"Not bad!" The Lich King nodded slightly, "Then, do you know what they lack?"

Ron shook his head blankly.

"Confidence!"

The Lich King said decisively, "These undead have lost their confidence. Even if the army is strong without confidence, it will eventually fail. Without the confident undead... they don't deserve to be called undead!"

The words of the Lich King made Ron feel awkward, and the haze disappeared, as if the road ahead became brighter.

"I see! Lord Lich King..." Ron nodded heavily.

"Go, Ron, always remember your mission, the hope of the undead family...will fall on you..." The Lich King nodded slightly. After saying this, his figure flashed into one. The group ghost, then slowly disappeared.

Ron was anxious, and shouted, "Master Lich King, Master Lich King..."

But the Lich King didn't seem to hear it, his figure had disappeared in place, leaving only a chaotic dead space.

"Is this gone?"

Ron was a little disappointed. The Lich King suddenly appeared and hurried away, leaving many unsolved mysteries. Ron still had many questions to ask.

"My mission..."

Recalling the scene just now, Ron couldn't help but smile. He could feel that the Lich King had high hopes on him, but the Lich King was too dear to himself. How could it fall to him because of the important mission of revitalizing the undead clan? Such a human being? Even Klein of the Undead clan is much better than him, a Necromancer cultivated by humans, in terms of strength and reputation. At least, he is not Klein's opponent at all.

"Master Lich King, why are you leaving? Even if you don't teach me how to defeat that guy, at least teach me how to leave Klein's dead space. Is there only "confidence" A word?" Ron looked at the chaotic dead space and laughed helplessly. The Lich King appeared in the dead space to meet Ron, and left after talking nonsense. In the end, nothing was resolved. This joke is a bit big.

"Wait..."

Ron narrowed his smile and became serious. He pondered for a while, his eyes gleaming.

"I understand, the self-confidence mentioned by Lord Lich King... is that I have to strengthen my belief. As long as my belief is strong, nothing can't be defeated..."

"This is the most lacking thing in the bones of the defeated undead!"

Ron slowly raised his head with a firm gaze in his eyes. Under the guidance of the Lich King, he was defeated by Klein, and his self-confidence that had fallen to the bottom was completely restored.

"Thank you...Like the Lich King, from this moment on, I am no longer confused..." Ron said word by word, and the raging fire of war was burning from his heart again...