The moment the white light gathered into the human form, it seemed as if it was swallowed by the endless void. The breath of darkness and death instantly swarmed out and reverberated throughout the Ice Crystal Hall. The originally cold and silent Ice Crystal Hall suddenly seemed to have fallen into death. Hell, the raging cold makes people feel as if their souls are trembling.
The metal protective shoes made a heavy sound when they pressed against the floor. The man in full body armor seemed half alive and half dead. His once bright blond hair had turned into a lifeless gray, and his eyes were radiating blue flames. , or that it is no longer a flame but the fire of the soul emerging from the body.
The long sword exuding the aura of death and ominousness easily pierced the ground made of steel and jade. Holding the long sword in both hands, he lay on one knee and expressed himself to Yalin, who was sitting on the throne with his head slightly lowered. of respect.
"Yalin! My sworn friend┉┉" For a moment, the man made a dull voice as if coming from an unknown region: "The time has come! I came as promised. Now it's time for us to join hands to purify this 'filthy' world!"
Sitting on the throne, Yalin could not suppress the excitement and joy in his heart. He looked at the attribute panel of the summoning system. The S-level potential made Yalin have to sigh that his luck was so good. However, this powerful special summon But Yalin was a little confused. If you can't get along well with them, the city of Ulduar will be like a huge time bomb planted. On the contrary, the city of Ulduar can gather a huge army in a short time.
"Hahaha┉┉You are right, maybe it's time." Yalin suppressed his excitement and replied. The huge risks are directly proportional to the benefits. As long as limited resources are used well, the status quo may not be irreversible.
"Very good, then let me summon the legions now to completely wipe out this filthy world."
The tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky exuded a more terrifying power of death than before. Countless souls imprisoned in it wailed miserably. The entire ice crystal hall suddenly seemed like a boiling hell of death. Even the sunlight shining into the hall It also seemed to be getting colder at this moment.
"No need to rush! My dear Prince, there is a slave waiting to swear allegiance to you."
When Yalin said this, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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In a temporary dungeon in Ulduar City, the consciousness of a deceased man imprisoned by frost shackles is lingering on the other side of his dream.
Born in a noble military family since childhood, for the victory of the motherland and the glory of the family, to die on the battlefield and be shrouded in horse leather is the ultimate fate of the family members, and it is also regarded as the highest honor! It is the greatest shame for a soldier to die in bed instead of fighting on the battlefield.
I have always believed this without any hesitation!
He has received strict training from his elders since he was a child. He led his army to attack thousands of miles to reverse the victory. He defeated death with swords, swords, shadows and flesh flying everywhere. He fought against powerful warriors and defeated them to win glory. Until he faced the last battle in his life, he did not flee when the empire collapsed. He led his family's army and shed the last drop of blood to defend the empire, but even in the face of death, he died without mercy. Regret┉┉just like the ancestors of the family who have been loyal to the family and the empire!
However, fate played a joke on himself. He should have fallen into a deep sleep forever, but he was awakened. The necromancer, who used unknown methods to blaspheme the gods, knocked on the door of death and let himself return to the world. Not free from the excitement and gratitude of death, when he woke up he only had endless anger, desecrating the honor of his family and his own loyalty. These necromancers stained their lives with stains that could never be washed away.
But soon┉┉anger was replaced by sadness, and sadness turned into despair!
Nearly a hundred years have passed, but my family has become a joke to the world. In order to defend the decadent royal family and become enemies of the people, and to die in vain for the survival of the old system, I thought I was stubborn and obstructed the progress of the wheel of history. I once believed that Everything collapsed completely, and the proud glory was shattered by reality and became the laughing stock of the world forever.
You are not wrong, and neither is your family! It's just that times have changed┉┉The necromancer explained to himself in the darkness.
That’s right! It's just that times have changed.
Everything in the past collapsed, and I returned to the world as a dead soul in the world of death. I had no faith, no ideals, and no goals┉┉
Just like many lost souls, I came to the sanctuary of the undead, the holy land of lost souls, located on a floating island in the depths of the endless sea, the Island of the Dead—Aisolos!
Everything in the past has been abandoned by oneself, because if you cannot abandon the past, you will not be able to support the soul to continue to maintain in this world. The heavy burden will become the biggest culprit that crushes the soul. Even if you have become an undead as a warrior, But the obsession with fighting still flows in the already cold body. The fragmented memory only remembers his name but forgets his surname. He lives on the island of 'Aisolos' like many undead. Everyone uses the same name. Call each other by surname and become a group!
Everything in the past disappeared, and the undead dark warrior who was born only to fight - Sanlvard Aesolos - was reborn!
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He suddenly opened his eyes, and the soul fire that was almost extinguished in Sanlwald's eyes started to burn again. He stared at the world with almost nothing except a vast white snowfield, and the paused memory began to revive here. Sanlvad gradually recalled everything. He fought against two powerful warriors one after another, and was finally defeated by the powerful warrior holding an astonishingly large sword. Then he was subjected to some kind of special imprisonment. His soul was frozen, and it was only now that he finally woke up.
After moving his limbs, Sanlward felt that the injuries on his body had been fully recovered, and he seemed to feel nothing wrong. He was not restrained by shackles and restraints, nor was any confinement magic applied. Even his own weapons were placed aside. All this made Sanlwad a little puzzled. Did the other party release him
Looking at Sanlward, he couldn't help but frown secretly. He was surrounded by a completely empty snowfield, so wide that the sky and the earth even cut off the horizon. There was no reference to help him identify the direction. Except for the howling wind and snow, this is a world completely made of ice and snow.
The sound coming from the space immediately alerted Sanlvad. A man wearing heavy armor with soul fire burning in his eyes had appeared not far from Sanlvad.
"Undead? You are also an undead┉┉" Sanlwad felt a little incredible.
"Submit to me┉┉" The ominous sword shining with a faint blue light was pointed directly at Sanlwad. The man repeated his own words, but his tone was as cold as death.
The moment he saw this long sword that exuded a strong aura of death and ominousness, Sanlvad suddenly felt the urge to kneel down and worship. It was an indescribable feeling, as if a superior person was born to The pressure on the lower class makes the soul in the body feel trembling.
"Submit to you?" Sanlwald tried hard to suppress the shameful thoughts in his heart and raised the weapon in his hand: "Delusion?"
"Poor bug┉┉"
Striding forward, the ominous sword in the man's hand immediately drew a trajectory of death. Surrounded by the trajectory of death, Sanlvad struggled to raise his sword to meet him. However, the next moment, the consciousness and senses of the undead dark warrior were completely confused. The armor-clad body was hit by the huge impact and flew upside down into the sky. The surrounding scenery was spinning and chaotic. After a few seconds, Sanlward fell to the ground, stirring up a thick layer of white snow. .
This power is really terrifying┉┉Compared to the previous mercenary warrior named Gus, the opponent in front of him was far beyond his own level.
Barely supporting his body to stand up, Sanlward could already feel that three or four ribs in his chest had been broken, and the armor on his body was scarred as if it had been hit by a siege hammer. Just one blow almost completely destroyed him. He lost his ability to fight, and the most terrifying thing was that when he was hit by the long sword, his soul was about to be pulled out of his body as if he was approaching an invisible black hole.
Higher-level undead warriors, undead knights, fear knights, or stronger death lords┉┉The names of these powerful undead suddenly appeared in Sanlwald's mind.
joke! Even on the island of the dead, 'Aisolos', there is only one warrior who can hold the title of 'Lord of Death'. The undead warrior with such a powerful power in front of him cannot remain unknown. Such a powerful undead warrior, 'Aisoros' An invitation to him should have been extended long ago.
"Impossible, who are you?" Sanlward showed a rare expression of anger after turning into an undead. He raised his sword again to support the wailing figure and faced him again.
However the result is the same! This time, Sanlvad, whose lower body was shattered, could no longer stand up.
"Now answer me finally and surrender to me┉┉"
The hollow sound is like coming from the dead hell!
"Who are you?"
"The Lich King Arthas Menethil, your master will always be loyal to you from now on!"
Countless wailing souls swarmed out of 'Frostmourne', screaming and hissing, and the entire snowfield was like a hell on earth filled with the sounds of the dead souls shouting!
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