It was getting late, and the night sky was filled with dark clouds, making the atmosphere a little oppressive, and the deep waters were relentlessly swept by the wind, lapping against the reef in a cold dark blue.

Xue Huan stood on the top of a steep hill in the Howling Fjord, while his eyes looked south, the territory they were about to conquer, the tall and sturdy Utgard Castle!

The cold wind howled like a lost child, like cold fingers ruffling Xue Huan's silver-white hair.

Behind him, a vast army of undead and a few Dakale trolls was on the lookout for his orders.

His most loyal servants, Kel'thugad, and Dakuru, the new Dhakalai troll general, lined up on either side of him, looking at Xue Huan in front of him with a very deferential look.

Taking a deep breath, Xue Huan withdrew his gaze and turned his gaze to the troops behind him that belonged to him.

Just a month, no, half a month ago, he was just alone, wandering, wandering, wailing in pain under the punishment of the Holy Light.

At that time, he didn't know what he should do, what his goal was, and where he should be, he just felt that he was facing enemies on all sides. And every step of his own seems cautious and cautious, for fear of exposing his power and causing the pursuit of those terrible magical judges.

But that's all in the past...

Xue Huan raised the Frost Sorrow, the runic sword full of evil power glowing with a faint blue light in his hand, as if communicating with him and responding to his inner appeal.

"Go, my warriors, and let those who try to disobey us enjoy the pleasure of death!"

Frost's sorrow whispered in his mind, as if summoned from the abyss.

Xue Huan's thick black hair had now turned as white as bones, and of course, he knew that his face was just as pale and bloodless.

Death Knight, worthy of his name!

He closed his eyes slightly, then opened them suddenly, and swept the army of the dead in front of him with a cold, emotionless gaze.

The ghoul was **** fingers and looking around with his disgusting dark green eyes, and the nearly 300 Dakale troll warriors brought by Dakuru were also planted by him, they were more burly, more powerful, and better equipped than the weak ghouls and zombies.

They will be the vanguard of the assault on Utgard Castle and destroy the enemy's first line of defense, Dragonskull!

And as long as they destroy Dragonskull Village, kill some of the Veku, and even carry out suicide attacks in exchange for their lives, then he can use Frost Grief to reconstruct their bodies with the power of darkness, and resurrect these Veku into powerful undead Scourge soldiers, and his military power will be further enhanced.

"Dakuru!" Xue Huan shouted.

"In!"

Dakuru, who was on Xue Huan's left, came to Xue Huan's front for the first time after hearing Xue Huan's order, bowed slightly, and waited for the former's order.

"Lead your 300 troll warriors, ready to raid Dragonskull Village without any preparation for battle, and show the disgusting Viku the true power of your Dakale trolls. ”

Xue Huan gave his first order after coming to this continent, but unfortunately, his soldiers did not belong to the living.

But that's fine, these tireless walking corpses who only know how to fight will not be afraid, let alone retreat, and will only complete his orders without fear of death.

"Understood!"

Dakuru thumped his strong chest, his eyes glowing with bloodlust, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

After arranging the trolls' tasks, Xue Huan stroked Frost Sorrow's blade and turned his gaze to the other deputy under his command.

"Kel'thugad!"

"Master!"

Kel'thugad, who was floating on Xue Huan's other side, was also slightly bowed, he was the first "subordinate" recruited by Xue Huan after arriving on this continent, and at the same time, he was also the best person to lead the undead scourge troops.

However, Xue Huan prefers to use Kel'thugad as a "think tank" rather than a "general".

"You follow me, Kel'thugad, the Viku of Dragonskull must be even more stubborn and cunning than I thought, and trust me, your dark spells will be their never-ending nightmare!"

Xue Huan said with a chuckle.

He knew very well in his heart that so far, when it came to mastering dark spells, he was far inferior to Kel'thugad, who had been studying this path, this guy was a true necromancer, and he even gave his body and soul to the Lich King in exchange for immortal dark power.

In fact, after receiving Frost Sorrow, he felt his strength grow a lot. This power is not an evil energy or an elemental energy, but a real energy that comes from physical strengthening.

Yes, that's right, Frost Grief gave him some of the dark power and strengthened his limbs. He clearly felt that his muscles had grown, but his body was lighter and more flexible, and perhaps in the near future, he would go from a warlock who manipulated evil spells to a true death knight who excelled in martial arts and dark powers.

Pretty funny, isn't it?

Xue Huan smiled, and then, with the bursts of frost sorrow emanating from a rich, death-filled aura, the undead legion that was inspired and inspired began to move, and let out a dull and terrifying roar from time to time.

Xue Huan knew that his subjects were hungry, and these creatures who loved carrion and blood urgently needed to satisfy their appetites through battle, through bloodthirsty killing.

"Now, listen to my orders and attack!"

With Xue Huan's order, the first to rush down the mountain was the army of trolls led by Dakuru, followed by his Scourge troops.

One ghoul after another, and the abomination dragging the iron rope hook and sickle, crossed Xue Huan and swarmed down the hillside, black and oppressive, like a swarm of ants crossing the border, unstoppable.

And Xue Huan stood alone on the top of the mountain, the magic sword in his hand shining with a cold glow, he sneered, as if a king was watching all this coldly.

Go, my loyal warriors, and let these foolish mortals see the power of the dead!

(End of chapter)