In fact, of the nearly 1,000 Veku soldiers who died in the Eagle Eye Terrace, Xue Huan only resurrected less than 100.

With his current ability to make undead soldiers, the strength of these nearly 100 soldiers is at best, and it is only a second-level warrior, and the level of trainee knights in the human world is about it, and it is difficult to reach the level of elegance at all.

But at this moment, his Scourge army urgently needs to be replenished, and with only these few twenty or thirty Dakale trolls, he can't face the powerful King Imiron, so even if he has to consume some of his mental power, he has to do so.

And the rest of these corpses will be saved until he completely occupies this castle, and then let's talk about it...

Walk through the ancient rusty spiral cloister and go all the way up.

Xue Huan led Kel'thugad, Dakuru, and hundreds of troops made up of a mixture of Scourge Vikus and Dakalai trolls to a rusty gate.

The defeated Viku warriors didn't cause them any more trouble, and they arrived here without much difficulty.

Xue Huan raised his eyes and looked at the huge wooden gate in front of him, and he could clearly feel that behind this ordinary gate, there was a trembling power, which belonged to the breath of the strong.

"Open the door!"

Xue Huan coldly ordered.

Three or four Scourge Vikus responded to the call, and even though they had become undead and weakened in strength, the Vikus who were good at brute force could easily move the heavy gate.

"Squeak!"

The old door slowly opened, and a huge room came into view.

Brightly lit, flickering candlelight, resplendent gold, and a striking canvas flag symbolizing the glory of Viku hung in the center of the hall, giving a sense of solemnity.

Beneath that banner sat a burly, bearded, barbed armor of a burly Veku sitting on a throne like a king.

King Imiron.

Needless to say, sitting on that throne at this time, the Viku people who were still locked to themselves with fierce eyes were the owners of this magnificent castle and the king of the entire Viku tribe.

Xue Huan was unable to use his mental power to perceive the true strength of this powerful enemy, and in fact, even if he could not detect the strength of his opponent, the overwhelming pressure made him breathe quickly and send chills down his spine.

"Come in, now that you're here. King Imiron's voice was low and rough.

Under this breathtaking pressure, Xue Huan tried his best to adjust his disordered breathing.

He glanced back at the army of the dead behind him, and when everything was ready, he no longer hesitated, he clutched the sorrow of frost, took heavy steps, and slowly entered the hall, Kel'thugad and Dakuru lined up on either side of him, one left and one right, slightly half a body behind, closely following Xue Huan's steps.

The steel boots stomped on the floor, making a dull sound, vibrating back and forth through the empty hall.

"You have defeated my mighty warriors, Skavard, Ingval, Skady, they have fallen into your hands, well, I have underestimated you, little death knight, tell me, did that guy Naozu send you to die?"

Imiron sat on the throne and looked coldly at the ants and reptiles in front of him, these humble corpses couldn't even arouse his interest in drawing his sword, but after seeing Xue Huan's indifferent expression, his mind changed, the sacred sword of Imiron may be stained with the dirty blood of these natural disaster lackeys today.

After the loss of these most powerful men, the great king of the Viku people became a true "loner".

"Tell me !!"

Imiron's voice carried a powerful royal power, and even these indifferent undead creatures without any senses trembled with it.

But Xue Huan was unmoved, the whispers of frost sorrow in his hands, death and cold, soothed his soul!

His waist was straight, his tone was cold, and he pointed the blade of Frost's sorrow at Imiron, who was not far away, "Today will be the end of your reign, and endless death will proclaim control of this castle!"

"What an arrogant statement!!"

King Imironon sat in a more languid position, sneering with a slight disdain, his tone still tinged with a hint of majesty, and the muscles on his face twisted with anger.

"Shall I applaud your courage, or should I be laughed at your hubris? Are you relying on these maggots behind you?"

Imiron squeezed the eyes under the helmet of the sheep's horns, and the vultures emitted an angry and cold light, and anyone could see that the haughty king of the Viku people had already escaped his anger.

"Whatever you want, but that doesn't change the fate of this castle, which will eventually succumb to darkness. ”

Xue Huan's cold voice did not carry a trace of emotion, as stiff as a dead man, but in fact, from the moment he pulled out the sorrow of frost, his body fell into darkness along with his soul.

Xue Huan, who had lost his soul, had a bloodless face, like an emotionless killing machine, and negative emotions such as wandering, hesitation, and sadness were already difficult to affect his behavior.

"Surrender to the darkness, just like you?"

Imiron looked directly into Xue Huan's eyes, from these eyes, he could not see any human emotions, hollow, dead silence is the best word to describe these eyes.

"Huh, lowly Death Knight, you will pay a great price for your words!!"

Then, Imironn roared angrily, stood up from the throne suddenly, lifted the golden heavy sword leaning beside him, and attacked Xue Huan and the others with fierce movements.

"Prepare for battle!"

Looking at Imiron, who looked hideous because of his anger, the alert Xue Fa gave an order.

In fact, he didn't need to say more, Dakuru had been watching Imiron's every move, and he had already prepared his troll warriors for battle a second before the powerful king made a move.

These troll warriors with large and small wounds on their faces still have a determined demeanor in their eyes, and this alone can be seen how brave and good Dakuru, as the leader of these trolls, trains these soldiers to fight on weekdays.

And the Cataclysmic warriors manipulated by Xue Huan are still firmly carrying out the will of their masters, facing the roaring king, and there is no mercy in the eyes of his former subordinates.

But even if they had made a lot of preparations, the reality was very cruel, and soon, they saw the true power of Imiron, who was the king...

Name: King Imiron

Race: Humanoid

Rank: Lord

Main Skill 1: [King's Scream] emits a roar of rage, and all nearby people with low mental power will lose consciousness

Main Skill 2: [Chaos Slash] Wield the giant Sword of Imiron and deal massive damage

(End of chapter)