The wind is blowing, and the white bones are stained with frost.

On top of the pile of bones in the broken pit, the ghost's hands were torn, and then a skeleton figure slowly crawled out of the ground, standing on top of the bones, as if returning from hell.

Different from the skeletons of demon beasts all over the ground in the White Bone Forest, this skeleton is white and crystalline, and the bones around it are almost exactly the same as those of the human race, it looks like a flesh and blood organ has melted and withered, and there are lifeless bones, but the crystal white bones exude a cold and dead atmosphere, which makes people palpitate.

There is a common sense in the Zhongtian Continent, almost everyone knows, that is, once the demon alien race falls and dies, its body will definitely show its original form after death, judging from the appearance of this skeleton, there is no doubt that this white bone must be a human before death.

Different from the chaotic ferocity of ordinary resentful spirits, this white bone skeleton gives people a very special feeling, no matter why, Broken Sorrow always feels that it seems to have wisdom and formed a special life form, just like the skeleton war horse that rises white.

Moreover, its soul fire is particularly vigorous and agile, different from the blue, turquoise and even scarlet of other resentful creatures, but a kind of brilliant gold that has never been seen before, like two golden flames, constantly beating in those hideous and empty pupils, and the previous obscure and faint soul fluctuations are also emanating from it.

Not to mention anything else, the fact that it can survive under the sword fire bombardment of Broken Sorrow and Red Lotus can prove its particularity in itself.

"How is that possible! What the hell is this?" said Honglian, her eyes straightened, as if she had seen a ghost.

Broken frowns raised, a glint flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he showed a strong interest in this skeleton that came out of the ground.

He knew that he had killed a lot of demons and monsters, and even corpse zombies, but he had never seen such an undead creature with a strong soul like an intelligent life, which couldn't help but remind him of the Lich King in the Warcraft game in his previous life.

Yes, the Lich King.

The white bone skeleton in front of him, the breath is majestic, the body is extremely majestic, the silver-gray breath visible to the naked eye gushes out from the ground, wrapping around his body, and in the blink of an eye, it condenses into a hideous and cold silver-gray battle armor out, together with the helmet, wrapping its entire skeleton body, the entire face, except for the two brilliant golden soul fires, the rest is a deep pitch black, which makes people unable to see the true face inside.

Breaking the sorrowful gaze is like staring into the abyss of hell.

I don't know when, it suddenly snowed heavily on this white bone wasteland, and the gusts of yin wind were as cold as knives, with a cold breath of death, the entire bone pit was frozen by frost, and on top of the cracked and bulging bone pile, a huge and solemn white bone throne was built out of thin air.

The three-foot-tall body of the skeleton sat majestically on it, and on the armrests of the throne on the left and right, there were two huge skeletons embedded in them, and their hollow pupils were bubbling with ghostly fire, and their mouths kept opening and closing up and down, making a strange scream.

However, this is not the most attractive, what really attracts the sorrowful gaze is the sword in the skeleton's hand, and there is a strange look in his eyes.

The shape of the entire sword weapon is extremely exaggerated, the pitch-black hilt has two lines, the sword is open, like a cross, the evil dragon is entangled, and in the middle is a hideous demon head, like a living thing, the eyes are cold and bloodthirsty, exuding a scarlet light.

Underneath, two curved blades like teeth, shining with cold light, swallowed out a serrated blade, on which was engraved an obscure and strange inscription, bright and uncertain, exuding a faint light, an extremely dead aura, emanating from the sword, this power was so powerful that it even overshadowed the skeleton itself.

"The blade kills life, and power hurts souls. ”

Broken Chou stared at the magic sword, his eyes stared at the inscription on the sword from top to bottom, although he had never seen this kind of writing, but at the moment his eyes touched, he seemed to understand the meaning, and subconsciously read the inscription on the sword, and then he was slightly stunned and silent, but the look on his face was becoming more and more weird.

"The blade kills life, and power hurts souls. Hold the grass, Nima, isn't this the Lich King's Frost Grief?!"

No matter how calm he was, when he saw the magic sword in the skeleton's hand that did not belong to this world, he couldn't help but be secretly frightened and complained.

This sword, no matter the shape or even the inscription on the sword, the strange and powerful aura fluctuations are the same as the sorrow of the magic sword frost in the Warcraft game in the previous life, no bad!

If it weren't for the slight difference in body size, Broken Sorrow would even think that this skeleton was the Lich King's own deity, Arthas crossed over.

However, after seeing this magic sword, all the problems were solved, and the sorrow finally suddenly understood, why this skeleton was so different.

Frostmourn is referred to by many as an artifact in the game, but in reality, it is a powerful evil sword forged by the Dreadlord with the power of the Lich King, a cursed sword with the ability to steal souls and slay demon gods.

Any race of living beings, who attempt to possess this sword, although they can gain great power, without exception, will be demonized by the power of the sword and become a death knight, the new Lich King.

Obviously, after this skeleton got the magic sword of Frost Sorrow and became the Lich King, he has become different from other resentful creatures, and even he is not a resentful spirit himself, but a special undead creature formed by some other chance.

After all, even the sorrow of frost has appeared, in this bizarre world, what is impossible, now think about it, I'm afraid that the skeleton war horse that rose from white, before it was subdued, should also be this skeleton, well, the mount of the Lich King.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh a little dumbly, he had been thinking that the skeleton war horse in white was too strange, it could not only fly into a dragon, but also step on the ground into a horse, it was unheard of, and it might not be possible to find a second one when he searched the entire tomb world, but now the truth was finally revealed.

It is not surprising that this skeletal war horse was not formed by natural conditions, but the mount of the Death Knight, a product of demonization by the power of the Lich King.

"Whether it's Frost's Sorrow or the Demon King, no matter what, dare to sneak attack me, you're all dead today, it just so happens that one of my subordinates got a skeleton war horse, presumably you shouldn't be a stranger, he is now lacking a suitable killing sword, this magic sword in your hand should be suitable for him!!"

Broken Sorrow's gaze moved away from the sorrow of frost, looking at the skeleton sitting majestically on the frozen throne on the pile of white bones, and said lightly, as if ignoring an ant, killing and killing.

(End of chapter)