The inheritance of the Icy God of War is completely because of the sorrow of the frost, and it is fixed to be selected as a death knight, and because of its own undead physique, the pain caused by the transformation of the inheritance fire hardly causes any obstacles to it.

However, although he didn't feel the pain, deep down, the cold god of war was caught in an incomparable entanglement, and the conscience, shame, and regret from the depths of his soul were tormenting him all the time.

"Roar!" The Icy God of War let out a roar and raised Frost Sorrow, using the power of his vast legendary pinnacle to unleash the Frost Sorrow Death Knight's ultimate advanced spiritualism that had been newly inspired by the Hero Invincible Series.

"Hmm~!"

A soldier of the Guards, who was already a cold corpse, actually got up, opened his mouth, and bit the leg of a passing jihadist army.

A knight had just thrown a soldier out of his spear, but suddenly he fell to the ground with a man and a horse, he looked up, but saw countless zombies pouring out of the surrounding houses, pounced on himself...... "Undead~!" It's an army of the undead! ”

"It's just some zombies! You guys, what are you afraid of! One of the mages roared loudly, but his feet shook violently, and he found dozens of corpse witches standing beneath him, sending out clouds of plague at him.

"This is not something that can be achieved by high-level spiritualism!" Bai Yunfei couldn't help but be slightly stunned, frowning and whispering.

In the Heroes Invincible series, high-level spiritualism is to summon some low-level necromantic creatures, which only affects the number, but if there is no special undead artifact, it is impossible to summon high-level undead such as corpse witches in any way.

"Could it be that there are high-level wizards from the Isle of the Dead, staying here?"

After Bai Yunfei ruled out the possibility of his side, he could only choose another force that could affect the mainland-the Island of the Dead.

Only those necromancers on the Island of the Dead would have such an ability to cast such a wide range of necromancy.

However, because the demon king aura of Bai Yunfei's clone appeared in front of him, it made those magicians mistakenly think that the revival of these undead was the means of the demon king!

They couldn't help but shout: "It's the army of the undead created by the Demon King, everyone, for the sake of the goddess, don't be afraid, kill all these undead!" Crush their bodies, burn them with fire and fire! ”

"Roar!" More jihadist soldiers, after the initial panic, regained their morale, formed a military formation, and pushed into the city.

The undead are just undead after all, they come from the Guard, but they don't become more powerful just because they become undead!

In the face of the steel armor and weapons of the holy army, many of the undead soon returned to the bosom of the earth, unable to rise again.

The Ice Cold God of War didn't feel that his body was abnormal at all, and with the blessing of bloodthirsty magic and evil aura, he actually rushed into the sky with great strength and fought with the Pope!

Although the Pope was surprised by the rapid growth of the other party's strength in a short period of time, he was also able to rely on the artifact in his hand.

And the God of Frost has chosen to fall, surrendering to the face of Frost's sorrow, but still losing to the Pope, which makes him can't help but roar loudly and let out a burst of sorrow, he doesn't believe that the message he got from Frost's sorrow will be a lie!

"No way, shouldn't I become a demigod, shouldn't I learn the skills of a god?" The Icy God of War was hit to the ground by the shockwave of holy light emitted by the Pope's palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood and whispering unwillingly.

"Huh?" The Pope frowned: "How can there be momentum, although the combat power has increased, but it still can't constitute an earth-shaking change, if the ability obtained by the fall of this cold war god is just the resurrection of this undead, it will be too boring." ”

"Hmm......" The icy god of war stuck his sword on the ground, and the blood slowly flowed out of his hands, staining the sorrow of frost red.

Bai Yunfei looked at the relieved Pope, couldn't help touching his nose with his surname, and a chuckle appeared on the corner of his mouth: "That's it, the great legendary peak, His Royal Highness the Second Legendary Strong Pope, next, please take a look at the power of the divine technique!" ”

Frost Sorrow received the idea from Bai Yunfei, and suddenly, the skill of the Demon Swordsman in the God of Order career system: withered sword.

This is a powerful magic sword technique that can only be comprehended and learned at the level 90 legendary! It's terrifying!

The Pope didn't know about this change, thinking that the icy god of war was still the icy god of war under him, and he took out an artifact of a golden halberd, transported a huge amount of magic power, and stabbed at the icy god of war, ignoring it, this blow is very likely to make the allies around the icy god of war also suffer from the disaster of the pond fish!

"This!" The icy god of war trembled, feeling the message that the frost sorrow suddenly transmitted to him, and his mood was so excited that it was difficult to speak.

"This kind of stunt is definitely a stunt that only gods can comprehend! Moreover, it seems to be a unique skill created specifically for me, so that I can dissolve in heaven and earth and use it perfectly! ”

Call~! The Ice Cold God of War stood up, but his momentum became more majestic in an instant.

At that moment, the Pope seemed to see the legendary undefeated god of war and returned to this continent!

"It must be a hallucination, that guy...... Probably dead! ”

The Pope's thoughts were only momentary, but what happened next changed his face.

"The withered snow falls, and a sword void!"

Frost's sorrowful scream led to the constant flow of air around it and turned into a biting cold.

"Withered a sword!"

The sword came out, within a radius of a hundred miles, and all the cold winds turned into spring breezes at that moment, so warm that people who had lived here for a long time and who had just come here showed incredible looks.

However, in front of the Pope, the storm he felt was a cold wind, a biting cold wind that could freeze the human soul!

The Pope clenched his golden spear and reached out with his left hand, drawing a golden round shield.

"That's the Golden Guardian War Shield, a rare defensive artifact!" The old pedant whispered.

"On the mainland, almost no one can break through the guardian of this shield of war with one blow......"

The old scholar continued to speak, but he was suddenly attracted by the trick of the cold god of war.

The withering sword unleashed by the frost sorrow condensed the cold ice qi around it, and all of it turned into the energy of this attack, releasing 120% of the strength of the ice cold war god, and neutralizing the advantage of the artifact of His Royal Highness the Pope!

And those secret techniques of the Pope's Will, compared to the god of order, can only be described as inferior! Compared with the legendary skill created by a god like the withered sword, the two are completely different.

The spear, bounced away by the Frost Sorrow, the shield, struck by the Frost Sorrow, came out of his hand, the sharp sword, pierced the Pope's body, and the pain of soul tearing made the Pope exhale a low cry of pain for the first time under the golden mask.

However, the Pope was not an easy person, and with a swing of his palm, he knocked the cold god of war back to the ground, and the frost sorrow was also withdrawn from his body.

"You, you actually hurt me......" The Pope clutched the wound on his chest, and under the golden mask, he showed anger for the first time: "You! It made me hurt and bleed, and made me suffer and lose my voice! ”

"Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!"

"I, I want you to die!" The Pope's magic turned into a golden flame that burned brightly, and his majesty was unstoppable.

The icy god of war, a successful blow, laughed, returned with confidence, withered a sword, struck again, and the angry Pope collided again.

This time, the two sides did not spare any hand, and the shock wave spread to a small half of the capital. At least three blocks were leveled by the shock wave formed by their collision, and the whole city was shrouded in their aftermath, and every soldier, after the battle, endured the severe psychological burden on their psyche.

The smoke of gunfire has passed.

The Icy God of War flew out of a ruin and fled far away.

"Don't let it escape!" The old scholar shouted loudly, and suddenly the two temple legends jumped into the sky, trying to catch up.

But he didn't want to, one of them flew too fast, and was killed by the cold god of war, and the frost sorrow pierced into his body, and a slash cut the man's body.

Then, the icy god of war stopped fighting and turned into a blue light and disappeared into the distance.

And another legendary powerhouse, but he didn't dare to pursue.

He didn't dare to be sure if the Ice Cold God of War still had the strength and physical strength to kill the legend!

He...... As a legend, he is even more afraid of death!

The Ice Cold God of War clenched his big sword and fled in the ice field, panicking, he didn't expect that the Frost Sorrow's withering sword turned out to be an extremely domineering overdraft skill, after it was displayed, the Ice Cold God of War only felt that his current self was becoming more and more poor and weak, and more and more weak.

"Ahem!" Coughing up blood foam, the icy god of war came to a snowy mountain, and then, he was slightly stunned, and saw the bottom of the mountain.

There was a war, a massacre.

The earth was charred, and it was almost impossible to see who had fallen to the ground.

But the faint aura of the dead soul in the air still let him know that there were at least tens of thousands of human races who had fallen in this scorched earth.

"The shock just now came from here, but I don't know who did it, but even if I know now, what can I do!" The Icy Cold God of War gasped and shook his head: "It's a pity that time is limited, otherwise if I can absorb the flesh and soul of that legendary powerhouse and recover my injuries, it should be of great benefit." ”

"Now, I can only go to the high-level goblin station, but before I go, I have to go to a village first and recover a certain strength!"

"Huh?" The Ice Cold God of War, who was about to continue walking, suddenly found that the frost sorrow in his hand was trembling slightly, as if he was making a call to someone.

"What's the matter, is the demon king here?" The Icy God of War muttered quietly.

The Icy God of War was about to leave the area when suddenly, a strong man in a black cloak strode behind him.

"Who are you!" Frost's constant trembling of grief made the Icy God of War ask in a low voice.

"That's it!" The icy god of war couldn't help but tremble when he saw the human head in the hand of the man in black.

"High Priest of Selangor? Kill her, and the elves will fight you to the death! ”

"The goblin clan, I am guilty of my own crimes, I don't need them to come, I will naturally go." The man in black whispered, put down Xue Lan's head, and pulled out a chain from his neck, and on that necklace, there was a fragment of the God Stone!

And this! It means that the goblins are very likely to have the sacred artifact of the Divine Stone, and the temptation of the Divine Stone is enough to make Bai Yunfei make up his mind and target their elf clan.

"What an arrogant tone, who are you, you have the breath of the undead on your body!"

The man in black gently lifted his cloak, revealing a full head of silver hair: "Arthas, the sword in your hand, the true master." ”

"What?" The Ice God of War was slightly stunned, and the frost sorrow in his hand had automatically come out of his hand and flew into Arthas's hands.

"Bang!" The sorrow of frost, mercilessly in Arthas's hands, pierced the heart of the icy god of war, freezing the air, and instantly froze the body of the icy god of war.

Snowflakes fell and sprinkled on this snow-capped mountain.

Frost's sorrow was gently pulled out of the chest of the dazed cold god of war.

Arthas, with a soft sigh, covered his unwilling eyes.

"Those who hold this sword can't get rid of the sad fate of a lonely life, a lifetime of regret, and a lifetime of pain, yet! Revealing a sad song, you and I, but we also have reasons to keep singing, and even belief! ”

(To be continued)