"Say, Kel'thugad, the secret of the Lich King and the Frost Grief. ”

As Xue Huan beckoned, the nearly 100,000 undead army behind him began to move slowly, and the sound of dull footsteps resounded throughout the sky.

"Of course, I mean master, the secret I'm about to tell you is about to be inside Frost Sorrow..."

In Xue Huan's smiling expression, the Great Lich playfully spat out a few words: "Soul power..."

"Soul power?

This was the first time Xue Huan had heard of this soul power, but he believed that with the demonic knowledge of Kel'thugad during his lifetime, there must be many secrets he knew.

Moreover...

Xue Huan didn't believe that the power contained in Frost's Grief was only these, this peerless magic weapon forged by the Lich King must still have mysterious abilities that have not yet been revealed.

Just as Xue Huan was thinking wildly, Kel's faint voice rang out: "Hehe, you're right, master, if the power of this magic sword is limited to this, then the Lich King won't waste all his efforts to forge him." ”

After a pause, the Great Lich continued: "The main reason why Frost Sorrow can be called a magic sword is that Lord Naozu has given this sword the ability to collect the souls of the living, and the more pure souls are collected, the power contained in this sword will also increase. ”

"Oh!?"

Xue Huan was surprised.

Kel'thugad's words aroused Xue Huan's strong interest, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Tell me about the specifics, can this power allow me to comprehend more dark magic, or just strengthen my various bodily functions?"

This is what Xue Huan wants to know most.

After the battle of Lordaeron, he was promoted to the sixth order of death knight, and now in terms of offense, he already has three spells: Shadow Strike, Death Grip, and Death Wind. In terms of defense, the Blood Shield and the Death Pact give him unlimited regeneration abilities.

The effect of the soul song is similar to that of the spirit, which can absorb all the power in it for his own use, and the crystal brings him about thirty percent of the magic resistance, it can be said that if he had not corrupted and absorbed the energy in the soul song at that time, then he would never be the opponent of the astral mage Medivan.

Although in the world of Azeroth, the individual abilities below the demigod level cannot play a role in turning the war around, if you can have the power to stand alone and even subvert a country, then why not?

Just imagine, if he already had demigod-level strength before he planned to destroy Lordaeron, then why would he bother to engage in some intrigues?

In the final analysis, in this world, the strong are still respected, and the power of the Scourge Legion can certainly consolidate its rule, but personal strength is the capital that determines fate!

"Now that you are the master of this magic sword, the secrets of all this can only be revealed by you. ”

Just when Xue Huan was dissatisfied with Kel'thugad's betrayal of Guanzi, in the next second, the Great Lich made a move for him: "You must know that in this continent, all artifacts and magic weapons are not just cold tools, they all have souls, you might as well try to connect your spiritual power with it, and you may get unexpected gains." ”

Kel'thugad's words made Xue Huan's heart move, and the frost sorrow in his hand also flashed with a cold light under his gaze.

Inject your own mental power?

Although he had never thought of it that way, there seemed to be some truth to Kel'thugad's words, and it didn't hurt him much.

Then, he held Frost Sorrow tightly, and with a movement of his mind, a purple dark energy was poured into the magic sword.

And at that moment, Frost Sorrow seemed to come to life, and the aura of death that kept emanating from the sword merged with the dark energy that Xue Huan had just injected, and countless white objects floated out from the magic sword.

Be... It's the soul!!

It's a soul sealed in the sorrow of frost...

They were fluttering, roaring, their painful and hideous expressions, and their limbs scratching indiscriminately, as if they were going to devour Xue Huansheng alive.

Xue Huan's eyes widened, staring at the wailing souls that lingered around him, and Kel'thugad's dry and depressed voice also sounded at this moment, "These are the souls of the dead who have been cursed by the sorrow of frost for eternity. ”

"They are the source of your pain, but they are also the source of your strength, and this magic sword increases in strength for every time it feeds the soul of a living, and when it reaches a tipping point, it activates a special power, but at the same time, the pain you endure multiplies exponentially. ”

Staring at the wailing souls around him, Xue Huan was silent.

The curse of vicissitudes reappeared in his mind...

Eternal power...

Eternal loneliness and pain...

I see.

No wonder he could not remember how many nights had been spent in pain, and the hideous faces of the dead kept flashing in his mind, as if they were an accusation of his boundless sin.

From the moment he drew this magic sword and possessed this power, he was destined to bear this curse, and the stronger his strength, the more pain and torture he would endure.

Whether to control this mad power, or to be torn to pieces by the souls of the dead beneath his sword.

It's all up to his willpower to rule...

"Huh, hahaha!!"

Facing the crying souls around him, Xue Huan suddenly laughed lowly, and then turned to laughing loudly, his laughter was both rampant and sad, and his bone-white hair flew in the wind.

It's called... Fate?

After a few seconds, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he let out a roar, raising the frost sorrow and urging his mental power again.

Sensing the master's will, the magic sword suddenly erupted into a burst of violent purple energy, this dark energy drowned the screaming undead souls around them, they wailed, cried, and struggled to break free from this force.

But to no avail, in a burst of heart-rending screams, like demons coming to the world, they were reincorporated into the magic sword by this dark force.

Silently retracting the magic sword that was shining with a cold glow, Xue Huan noticed that the runes on the sword body that were still dull just now suddenly lit up a little and disappeared in a flash.

"Congratulations master, you have successfully integrated your spiritual power into this magic sword, and successfully sealed the soul power inside, when the soul power inside reaches one hundred, Frost Sorrow will break the first seal. ”

"And every time a seal is unlocked, one rune on the sword body will light up, and when all seven runes are lit, it also means that the sorrow of frost will be fully awakened, and the master at that time will be unstoppable and invincible!!"

The Great Lich's voice sounded a little excited, even a little crazy, but Xue Huan just smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and then inserted the Frost Sorrow in his hand back behind his back.

He will have access to eternal power, and he will not fear boundless pain.

This is the cursed path he has chosen, even if the ground is full of thorns and thousands of ghosts block the way, he will not back down at all...

(End of chapter)