The stalwart figure that appeared in front of Ron was none other than the Lich King whom he had met several times. Although Ron hadn't seen his face, he recognized the person just by the breath on his body.
Mysterious, cold, and powerful, the Lich King has the most prominent aura of a necromancer, and also has a taste of looking down on the world.
He is the leader of the Scourge Legion on the main plane of the undead, the king in the hearts of all undead! Now he is just a phantom.
Although it was only a phantom, the fierce aura emanating from the Lich King made Ron breathless. Even when facing the ancient dragon Maxwell, Ron didn't feel this way.
At this moment, the Lich King stood in front of Ron, staring at him quietly with a pair of dark eyes, deep disappointment revealed in his deep eyes.
At this time, the Lich King who appeared in the dead space slowly opened his mouth, "Ron, you have disappointed me so much. Could it be... have you forgotten your mission?"
The Lich King's words were deafening, and Ron was stunned for a moment. He stayed there and muttered, "My... my... mission?"
"Yes, your mission..." The Lich King turned around and faced Ron, who was wearing a mask and his face was always serious.
Ron could feel a pair of sword eyebrows raised slightly under the other party's terrifying and hideous mask, as if he was dissatisfied with him.
"Have you forgotten?"
"me… "
Ron was too nervous to speak.
"So you really forgot..."
Seeing the stunned expression on Ron's face, the Lich King sighed, his face became more disappointed, and then his face became more severe, "It seems that it is necessary for you to recall …”
After speaking, stretch out a finger and tap lightly...
Ron only felt a "boom-" and a sharp pain in his head.
At this moment, Ron's eyes widened.
The chaos in front of him gradually became clear, and a magnificent picture slowly unfolded.
It was a huge city, majestic, tall and majestic, with dazzling magic power shining on the tall defense towers, and warriors in heavy armor stood on the top of the city, ready to fight.
Still, the tense faces of these fighters were filled with tension—and fear.
Because, in front of them, is a large group of endless undead army, densely packed, countless blood-colored skull flags fluttering in the wind, covering the plains, trembling and uneasy breath from the depths of the soul, permeating the sky above the city.
Among the crowd, a necromancer wearing a crown stood on a tall wooden tower, and countless skeletons lifted the wooden tower below, slowly moving towards the city wall.
"kill-"
Following the order of the commander of the undead army, countless skeletons rushed to the top of the city, and started a tragic fight with the opponent's fighters.
In the sky, the giant frost dragon roared, and on the ground, there was a sea of densely packed skeletons. They were fearless of death, and like the tide, they launched waves of attacks on the city one after another.
The enemy is also very tenacious, but they can't stop the crazy tide of skeletons. The city gate seems to be broken, and the undead enter in large numbers. The enemy retreats while fighting, and finally retreats to the center of the city, fighting with the undead.
The undead are powerful, and they are not inferior in street fighting. They quickly killed the enemy's corpses and blood flowed into rivers.
With the fall of the last warrior, the army of undead occupied the whole city. They executed the nobles of the city. Under the butcher knife of the undead, all the citizens were elected to submit.
Except for some soldiers left to guard the city, most of them continued to advance. The undead army was invincible and conquered one city after another. On the top of these cities, there were bloody skull flags that symbolized the Scourge. The strong trembled under the might of the undead army.
The undead are fierce, rule the world, defeat the major legions, and conquer countless races.
All this in front of him made Ron's blood boil, wishing that he could become a part of this terrifying legion, fight and fight, in order to achieve the great reputation of the Scourge.
"This is already a thing of the past. The Scourge is now vulnerable..."
At this time, the gloomy voice of the Lich King came from Ron's ear. At this moment, the scene in front of him changed to the main plane of the undead where the Scourge was located.
What caught Ron's eyes was an endless plain. Soon, Ron saw that the two armies met on the plain and soon started a confrontation. , death knights, undead warriors, etc., all races have complete occupations, and from the perspective of equipment, they are also a powerful first-class army.
Confronting the undead army was an unknown race that Ron had never seen before. They were shorter in stature, but they didn't look like dwarves. Except for a few soldiers in front, most of them were magicians with staffs. The number is also smaller than that of the undead, only about a few thousand people.
This race, which is much shorter than dwarves, is called dwarves. Those who hold staffs are not magicians, but arcanists. It is a powerful force similar to magic, but much more mysterious than magic.
It has to be said that it was a very unfortunate thing for the dwarf army to meet an army of undead that was several times larger than itself on the plain. Everyone tensed up and waited for it.
The leader of the necromancer said something loudly, and the undead who received the order started to act. They played the banner of the Scourge and surrounded the dwarf army. Like a barrel, they are ready to annihilate this weak army in one fell swoop with the advantage of numbers.
Faced with several times the enemy, the dwarf army was fearless. They retreated slowly and formed a defensive formation. The dwarf arcanists began to cast arcane spells to bless their soldiers.
A battle is imminent!
At this time, the Scourge began to attack, and countless undead rushed towards the enemy like a tide.
"Kill... kill... kill..."
The two sides started a fierce battle, the battle was as fierce as ever, perhaps because they knew that they would die, the dwarf army broke out with a strong fighting power, fighting spirit and arcane light flashed non-stop, repelling the attack of the undead time and time again, and the situation became tense. According to the state, and gradually leaning towards the dwarf side.
Compared with the strong combat power of the dwarf army, the battle of the undead seemed a bit impatient and aggressive, and when the situation gradually favored the dwarf, it seemed to shrink back.
At this time, the camp of the undead began to become chaotic, and at this time the dwarf army immediately launched a counterattack, and a large number of undead were wiped out, turning into a cloud of black mist and disappearing into the air. He was about to be massacred, and was bombarded to the brim with arcane bullets by dwarf arcanists...
Fear was contagious, and soon permeated the entire legion. Some began to retreat and flee, and then it turned into an unprecedented rout.
The dwarf army took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill them, and further expanded the results of the battle. On the undead, it once again created a classic battle of winning more with less...
Ron opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. This... Is this still the Scourge he saw just now? How did the Scourge become what it is now
Looking at the bloody skeleton battle flag that was trampled into a mess on the ground, Ron seemed to feel a hint of mockery.
Shame, what a shame! With the advantage of several times the number of enemies, they fought such a horrible battle, and there was even a scene where a dozen dwarves chased hundreds of undead away like ducks.
Hot blood rushed to Ron's face, he clenched his fists tightly, his body shook uncontrollably, and his eyes became blood red.
The shouts of killing in the distance hadn't stopped yet, and figures in black robes fell to the ground one by one. In an instant, several sharp swords pierced through their bodies. The taste of contempt.
The nobility and dignity of the undead were completely trampled under the feet of those dwarfs who were 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..."
When 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 you saw later and the undead army in between?"
what's the difference
Ron was immediately stopped by the question. He carefully recalled the two scenes he saw just now, and after a while, he understood.
"What I saw in the first scene was that the faces of those undead showed strong self-confidence, indomitable arrogance, and a will to fight to the death... But the eyes of the undead seen in the second scene have disappeared. These things are replaced by a kind of confusion, cowardice, and even losing the courage to fight... "
Ron spoke cautiously.
"Not bad!" The Lich King nodded slightly, "Then do you know what they lack?"
Ron shook his head bewilderedly.
"confidence!"
The Lich King said firmly, "These undead have lost their self-confidence. No matter how strong the army is without self-confidence, it will be defeated in the end. Undead without self-confidence...they are not worthy of being called undead!"
What the Lich King said made Ron feel enlightened, the haze disappeared, as if the road ahead became brighter.
"I understand! Lord Lich King..." Ron nodded heavily.
"Go, Ron, always remember your mission, the hope of the undead... will fall on you..." The Lich King nodded slightly, and after saying this, his figure flashed and turned into a phantom, tightly Then slowly disappear.
Ron was in a hurry and shouted loudly, "Master Lich King, Lord Lich King..."
But the Lich King acted as if he didn't hear it, and his figure had disappeared in place, leaving only a chaotic space of death.
"Let's go now?"
Ron was a little disappointed. The Lich King suddenly appeared and left in a hurry, leaving many unsolved mysteries. Ron still has many questions to ask.
"My mission..."
Thinking of the scene just now, Ron couldn't help but smile wryly. He could feel that the Lich King placed high hopes on him, but the Lich King thought highly of himself. How could the important task of revitalizing the undead clan fall on a human like him? body? Even Klein, who belongs to the undead family, is much better than him, a necromancer cultivated by humans, in terms of strength and prestige. At least, he is no match for Klein now.
"Lord Lich King, why did you just leave? 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 the word 'confidence'? ?” Ron looked at the chaotic dead space, and smiled helplessly. The Lich King appeared to meet Ron in the dead space, and left after talking nonsense. In the end, nothing was resolved. It's a little too big.
"and many more… "
Ron restrained his smile and became serious. He pondered for a while, his eyes flashed.
"I understand, what the Lich King said about self-confidence... means that I must strengthen my beliefs. As long as my beliefs are firm, nothing is invincible..."
"This is the most lacking thing in the bones of those defeated undead!"
Ron slowly raised his head, his eyes revealed a firm gaze. Under the guidance of the Lich King, he was defeated by Klein, and his self-confidence that had fallen to the bottom of the valley was completely restored.
"Thank you... Lord Lich King, from this moment on, I am no longer confused..." Ron said every word, and the raging fire of fighting spirit ignited from his heart again...