Ron looked at the huge throne on the ice peak quietly, and he only had incomparable admiration and admiration in his heart. In front of this giant looking down on the world, Ron only felt very small.
Like the sky dragon, the Lich King is also a real god. The sky dragon gives Ron the feeling of being strong and domineering, while the Lich King pays respect like a mountain, which makes him inexplicably feel a kind of respect. The impulse to worship.
The eyes of the king sitting in the ice peak lit up, and there was a trace of blue light, and then, a powerful sense of consciousness shot at Ron, and for a moment, Ron seemed to feel that his whole body was seen through Usually, in front of this sitting giant, there is no reservation.
"Son, your strength...isn't very strong...but considering your age...it's not bad!"
The Lich King on the Frozen Throne withdrew his gaze, and a wave of soul wave came, affirming Ron's strength.
In fact, Ron is quite confident in his own strength. Apart from being unable to defeat the sky dragon, he far surpassed other powerhouses in the domain of God. After mastering the law of death, he once thought that he had become a god—at least infinitely close to a god! This kind of strength can only be praised by the Lich Crown and "good". One can imagine how powerful the Lich King's true strength is.
Ron took a few deep breaths, calmed down his excitement, and asked boldly, "Witch... Lord Lich King... Are you... Are you really dead?"
The Lich King's eyes under the mask lit up, and he asked, "What do you think?"
From this giant, Ron didn't feel a breath of life. Judging from his necromancer's eyes, the Lich King is really dead, and what is left now, like a dead Jedi, is just a wisp of remnant soul. , or even say, just a residual consciousness, this residual consciousness is not equal to the soul, if the soul of the Lich King exists, there is no room for the sky dragon to run wild.
Ron wanted to say yes, but standing in front of this giant, he was a little skeptical. The power of this remnant soul is extremely powerful, even far surpassing the sky dragon. He couldn't say this word, so he shook his head and said, " I have no idea!"
"Ha ha!"
The Lich King smiled, "It's not that you don't know, but you dare not say it!"
"Death! What is it? As a necromancer...a researcher of the soul...you can't be ignorant...the so-called death is just a reincarnation of'life' that's all... nothing is eternal... even God! You can die... "
The Lich King said slowly, his tone was filled with a trace of sadness.
"God! Will die too?"
Ron's eyes widened. What the giant in front of him said subverted his previous cognition. He always thought that God was immortal, and he had never heard that God would die. But then again, isn't Noah a god? ? He was killed by the sky dragon.
"What is a god? It's just a creature that controls the power of the law. Whether it's a human... an elf... or a monster... they are all creatures. Since they are creatures... even if they are creatures that control the law, who stipulates that they will not die? Life or death... is a process... child, you should understand such a simple truth!"
The Lich King lured him carefully, as if like his mentor, opened the door to the law of death and a higher level for him, Ron listened carefully, not letting go of any word, although he was very familiar with the "reincarnation" and "process" "I still don't understand things.
"So... what does it matter if I live or die? No matter how powerful a god... no matter how powerful an army is, it will eventually die!"
The Lich King's tone was so calm that there was no fluctuation. As a remnant soul, his body was dead and his soul was shattered. The only meaning of existence was to speak to Ron. Ten thousand years.
Ron moved his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end. The giant who created the glory of the Scourge by himself in front of him didn't need comfort most at this time.
At this time, the Lich King changed his tone and became serious, "However, although I am dead, the Scourge cannot be destroyed. Its existence is a benchmark, a banner, and it is related to hundreds of millions of people. The life, dignity and living space of the undead... ”
"The undead will never die, the natural disaster will never be destroyed, and the flag of the natural disaster will not fall because of my death. Ron, whether you want to or not, you must take up this important task. The Scourge... is the hope of all the undead!"
The Lich King raised his voice.
The Scourge on the main plane has already perished, at least in name only. There is nothing wrong with it. The Lich King single-handedly created the glory of the Scourge, but he also knows very well in his heart that the great prestige of the Scourge is the accumulation of the corpses of the undead and the accumulation of bones. It was formed, killing, conquering, massacring cities, and destroying countries. The powerful army of natural disasters has traveled to every corner of the main plane. All races and legions are trembling under the banner of the bloody skeletons of the Scourge. The glory of the past has created today. disaster.
The Lich King is a wise man. His eyes penetrated the fog and saw the unknown future. He had already expected that the decline of the Scourge would cause violent turmoil in the main plane, and even reshuffle the cards. At that time, the undead would naturally be affected. He needs a successor, a new leader, to shelter the undead on the main plane.
This candidate is Ron.
Ron practiced undead magic and stood at the peak of the Noah Continent until he unified the entire Noah Continent. It took only a short period of more than ten years. Without his secret support behind, it would not have been possible. His support is very simple. It is also very direct, directly giving Ron strength through the soul ring.
It wasn't until today that Ron suddenly realized that every time he saved himself from an extreme crisis, there was the shadow of the Lich King behind him. To a certain extent, his mentor Homelin was also a chess piece buried by the Lich King. His duty is to lead Ron on the path of undead magic.
The cold wind was blowing on Ron's face like a knife, icy cold to the bones, but at this moment his heart was warm, and he slowly raised his head with a firm look in his eyes.
"Respected Lich King! I... Ron... is willing to take on this important task. I solemnly swear on my life that the Scourge... will regain its former glory!"
"very good!"
The eyes under the Lich King's cold steel mask flickered for a moment, then dimmed.
"You... come up!"
"Yes, my king!"
Ron saluted deeply, then raised his feet, and walked up the steps on the ice peak. The steps on the ice peak, a total of 9999 steps, wound around the ice mountain.
With deep respect, Ron walked step by step on the steps of the iceberg. His steps were so firm and powerful. The cold wind blew his robe, rolling it like a black dragon...
At this time, heavy snow like goose feathers fell one after another, and the ground was covered with a layer of silver makeup.
After an unknown amount of time, Ron finally walked through the 9,999 steps step by step, and when he came to the Frozen Throne of the Lich King, he bowed his head deeply.
"very good!"
At this time, the Lich King's eyes lit up strangely.
"Put on my mask and inherit everything from me!"
"Yes, my king!"
Ron saluted respectfully, and he walked slowly up the last few steps to the throne, extending his right hand...
"Kach... Kacha..."
Strange to say, Ron's hand only lightly touched the frozen throne, and the solid ice on the throne that had been frozen for thousands of years broke apart without warning, and the cracks became bigger and bigger.
Immediately afterwards, with a sound of "Boom—", the entire iceberg vibrated like an explosion. The body of the Lich King on the Frozen Throne broke apart and turned into thousands of ghosts, entangled on the iceberg, and the shrill howl shook. Quartet.
The Lich King broke free from the shackles of his decayed body, revealing a huge phantom of his soul, floating quietly in the air, looking at Ron, his cold eyes showed concern like a father's love.
"Son...I've been watching you...watching you grow up...a mighty undead...a great hero, boy...I believe too...you've been using your mighty power sparingly, but, truly powerful , not just because of your strength...I tell you this because I have a premonition...my life is coming to an end, and you...will be crowned king!"
"Ding... Ding... Ding..."
With a crisp sound, something like gold and iron rolled down from the throne and fell to Ron's feet.
It was an exquisite skull mask with a ferocious face, and opened its bloody mouth like a ghost. Ron quietly held it in his hand, feeling the vast power of death coming from the mask.
"Go, child! Noble undead, immortal war spirit, belief in death, desire for power, loyalty to evil, yearning for domination..."
"Put it on... you are my successor and their king!"
Ron bowed deeply, and when he straightened up, his eyes revealed a hint of determination. He took a deep breath, and slowly put the Lich King mask on his head...
"Boom—"
There was a loud noise like the sky falling apart, and in an instant, the whole world was shaken, large chunks of ice fell like raindrops, and the powerful death power rolled up the ice and snow and threw them into the air, rising into clouds and mist, and the beams of light falling from the sky were entangled With countless souls, calling... howling...
Ron trembled all over, feeling the increasingly powerful power coming from the mask of the Lich King, filling the entire sea of consciousness, and the soul in the sea of consciousness let out a howl, not knowing whether it was excitement or excitement.
In the crevice of the iceberg, a small caterpillar twisted its small body in pain. Suddenly, a crack appeared on its back, and a pair of beautiful wings quietly stretched out from the damaged shell, colorful...
In the sea of consciousness, a black ball slowly formed. It was a protective film that surrounded his soul and formed one body with his soul. Ron already knew at this moment that this thing was called Godhead.
Ron, who possessed the godhead of death, unleashed its power without any scruples, the earth cracked, the sky collapsed, the vast ice and snow world, a scene of doomsday.
"Boom... Boom..."
After an unknown amount of time, the world of ice and snow finally calmed down. Ron stood quietly in front of the Frozen Throne with his eyes closed. He was wearing a hideous and strange Lich King mask, and his body was wrapped in a layer of black air. The layer of black air is formed by countless ghosts.
The phantom of the Lich King's soul has disappeared, he has let go of the mission he had carried for a hundred thousand years, and completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth.
In front of the bone-chilling frozen throne, stands the new king, like the rising sun, glowing with the luster of life.
"Shua—" a sound.
Without warning, a pair of blood-red eyes opened under the terrifying mask, and all of a sudden burst out.
"From today... I am the Lich King!"