"Above all else, should you laugh at your arrogance, or should you praise you for having an ambition that no ordinary man can attain?" said the Soul Bringer in a tone that seemed to be a smirk.

As a magic sword that has devoured countless masters, it has seen many stupid mortals slowly lose themselves after gaining power, and it has also seen unscrupulous madmen in pursuit of greater power, so it has long been accustomed to similar remarks.

In its eyes, mortals are always stupid, never stop pursuing what they can't control, whether it's power or power, and eventually fall into the abyss of self-destruction.

At least so far, none of the masters it has followed have been able to escape the play of fate, and I believe this time will be no exception.

The only thing that intrigues it is whether this young man can go further than his predecessors.

Zhang Cheng is not an idiot, he can naturally hear the abuse and playfulness revealed in the words of the magic sword, but he did not get angry, but responded meaningfully: "It doesn't matter if it's arrogance or ambition, time will tell." But do you remember how you were created, who is your creator, and is he or she still alive?"

"Hehe, you want to find out where I came from? Until you reach a certain height, you don't deserve to know the real secret. Alright, instead of wasting your time on me, hurry up and finish your magic ritual, that guy is running out of ideas. With that, a ghostly light flashed from the inconspicuous groove of the Soul Bringer's hilt, as if to imply something.

"Hmph! "......Hmph!" Zhang Cheng pursed his lips with disdain, and turned his gaze back to Eri, who was on the verge of collapse.

This unlucky guy no longer had the slightest arrogance at the moment, and the whole person knelt on the ground, opened his arms and let out a painful roar.

The frenzied influx of tens of thousands of souls overwhelmed his own souls that had not yet completed their transformation, as if they could be torn apart, devoured, and completely dissipated in this world at any time.

And because he contained too many souls, he had long since completely lost control of his body, and the two cold lights in his eye sockets had also turned into white swirls, and from time to time hideous human faces appeared.

Even without getting closer, Zhang Cheng could clearly see that countless souls were fighting, tearing, and devouring each other, trying to seize control of this body, but none of the souls found that in the process of devouring, some of their most precious things were rapidly being lost, slowly forming a passage and bridge that closely linked Eric to the dragon of death.

As the passage grew larger and clearer, about a third of the souls suddenly collapsed, turning into silver flashes in the sky, and the rest seemed to realize something, and fled in all directions like crazy.

Unfortunately, before they could take a few steps, they were firmly bound in place by the huge magic array that enveloped the central area of the city, and no matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail.

Looking at the fear, despair, and resentment emanating from the inside out of these ordinary souls, Zhang Cheng showed a rare serious expression on his face, raised his right hand that was clenching the staff, and began to concentrate on the most important and final step of the spiritual guidance ritual, completely erasing the character and memories that originally belonged to Eric, and creating a new evil soul like a blank sheet of paper.

In fact, the magic technology he used was the result of the research of the first generation of death knights' corpses captured from the battlefield during the Second Orc War, and the essence was still not out of the category of psychic magic, that is, using the death energy generated by the desecration of the dead to give the corpse a new life, and then inject an evil soul into it.

According to the normal process, the orc warlock usually kills the powerful human officer first, or finds the corpse left behind by them for special treatment, and then uses psychic spells to inject the soul of the accidentally killed orc warlock into it, so that a death knight with terrifying power is created.

In the past, with this magical technology, the orcs conquered cities in the second war, claiming victory after victory, most notably the first born death knight, Talon Bloodfiend.

It's just that Zhang Cheng is obviously not satisfied with creating a death knight in the ordinary sense, because the humans in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire are far less powerful than the human beings in the world of Azeroth, and they must be compensated for in some way, otherwise even if they are created, they will be out-and-out scum.

Of course, Eric, who has the physique of a half-dragon, has theoretically reached the minimum physical requirements to become a death knight, but he also wants to make his work more perfect and powerful, so he has added a little change......

As one soul after another dissipated into the air, a dazzling silver light erupted!

Eric finally stopped trembling in pain, and knelt on the spot with a lifeless breath, his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears emitting a chilling black fog, and even the dragon of death seemed to be affected in some way, and the silver-gray scales completely transformed into black symbolizing death.

After seven or eight minutes, he suddenly trembled, then slowly stood up, looked up at the sky shrouded in dark clouds, and asked in a magnetic hoarse voice, "I...... Who am I, and where am I?"

"From this day forward, your name is Shuma, and I am your creator and sole master. Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth and gave an answer that had been prepared for a long time.

"Shuma, creator, master?" The newborn Death Knight was clearly still in a state of extreme confusion, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhang Cheng expected a similar situation, smiled and nodded: "Yes! You were created by me! Look at the surrounding scene, all this is the price paid for your birth." ”

The Death Knight subconsciously glanced at the ghouls, zombies, abominations, and giant corpse monsters that were all over the port area of Old Town, as well as the twisted and evil emanating from the ground beneath his feet, and seemed to understand something, and knelt down on one knee and said in an extremely reverent tone: "Great master, thank you for all that you have done, from today onwards I will be your most loyal servant - Shuma. ”

"Very good! Take your dragon and go hunting, and kill every moving thing that roams the streets, alive or dead. Zhang Cheng gave the order without thinking.

Now that the task is completed, he naturally has to start cleaning up the aftermath, especially the highly contagious magic plague, once it leaks out, I'm afraid it won't be long before there will be no living people in the entire Westeros continent.

In addition, the name he gave Shuma was not inspired by the famous black lion king in the world of Azeroth, but the famous hero of the Klein world in the "Dragon Lance" story series, a real dragon knight......