Just as Xue Huan was immersed in his ingenious war strategy, the frost sorrow on his back let out a low sound, it was a familiar feeling, and Xue Huan remembered the last time this happened when he slaughtered the High Elves of Quel'Thalas.

The brainless undead were still tirelessly ramming the magic barrier with their bodies, and there was still a lot of time, Xue Huan, who was riding on the bone warhorse, took the opportunity to take off the frost sorrow behind him, and then skillfully poured spiritual power into it.

16,960 souls.

This was the amount of soul power he had already collected, however, Xue Huan felt that it was more appropriate to use the word "plunder" than collecting, and within these souls, there were also infinitely powerful souls like Sylvanas.

Xue Huan still remembered that when he lifted the second seal of Frost Sorrow before, it was shown that the third seal required 5,000 soul power, and he had now plundered more than 16,000 pieces, that is to say, his Frost Sorrow should have ushered in the opening of the third seal.

He looked down, and sure enough.

The third rune on the Frost Sorrow Sword had completely lit up, and the increase in power brought about by the third seal had gradually taken shape in his heart.

Anti-Magic Shield, a defensive magic that gathers shadow energy together to form a shield, absorbs a large portion of magical damage, and is especially useful against mages.

Because this is not a game, there are no detailed damage and healing values here, so Xue Huan can't know how far the "large part" can go, and as his strength becomes stronger and stronger, he feels that the power system on this continent, or the level and magic system, is surprisingly chaotic.

In Xue Huan's memory, he vaguely remembered that Kel'thugad had said that except for special professions such as warriors and assassins who were good at developing their physical strength to the extreme, the rest of the special professions all had the origin of power.

Origin Light, energy embodied in Holy Light, Origin Life, energy embodied in nature, Origin Order, energy embodied in Arcane, Origin Darkness, energy embodied in shadows, Origin Chaos, energy embodied in evil energy, Origin death, energy embodied in withering.

He is a death knight, and the natural embodiment of energy is withering, which can also be called corruption and decay.

However, in the past, according to Kel'thugad, you could only study it through magic books or by yourself, but now it seems that this statement may not be unique. After all, it's not like a game, you have to level up to a certain level before you can have a special skill.

After crossing over, for unknown reasons, he possessed the Demon Heart, so he obtained some of the evil powers, and also obtained several evil spells.

Later, when he came to the Frozen Throne, the Lich King Neozu transmitted a portion of the evil shadow energy to himself through Frost Grief, so he became a Death Knight and obtained the exclusive origin power of the Death Knight.

In other words, in addition to passing the magic book, if it is through the inheritance of certain artifact levels, or the granting of power, the purpose of learning magic can also be achieved.

Knowing this, the power of Frost Grief is even more convincing.

This sword is a container created by the Lich King Naozu when he bestowed his shadow energy, and it contains majestic power, but this power is blocked, and only through continuous killing, their souls are absorbed by the magic sword, and the power inside the sword can be gradually activated.

And the soul absorbed by the magic sword will be enslaved by itself, the stronger the power of the soul, the stronger the power given to the magic sword, which is interdependent, interacting, and progressive, and the only fatal is probably the backlash from the soul in the body of the frost sorrow sword.

After all, no one wants to be a sword spirit, these souls who are suppressed and enslaved by the magic sword, they want to break free and tear themselves to pieces all the time.

Every night, Xue Huan felt the curse from the frost sorrow, the pain that would tear his sea of consciousness apart, tormenting him, and Nao Aozu, who was also supervising him all the time, it could be said that this was the price to be paid for ingesting power, but this price, Xue Huan had been silently bearing.

20,000 souls, this is the amount of soul power required by Frost Sorrow to open the fourth seal.

In the battle of Silver Moon City, he obtained more than 15,000 souls, that is, at least more than 10,000 people died at his hands, which is not a small number, before giving up good thoughts and humanity, Xue Huan never thought that he would become an executioner who kills people without blinking.

However, all this is irreparable.

He gained so much and lost more, he never believed in fate, and he believed that he could turn it upside down.

Withdrawing his spiritual power from the frost sorrow, Xue Huan's gray eyes reopened.

Now, he is no longer Xue Huan, a traverser, but Xue Huan, a death knight, I don't know when he has begun to slowly forget the memories of his previous life, maybe it is the power of frost sorrow, or maybe... He didn't want to, and he didn't dare to mention the former self again.

He liked the feeling of being able to use his power to control his destiny now, and that was enough.

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On the eighth day of the siege of Dalaran, subtle changes took place...

Archmage Maitiel and Landalok were walking beneath Dalaran, a dozen mages of Dalaran following them in the dimly lit sewers, carefully examining every part of the sewers.

This is just a title, in fact, the sewers of Dalaran are not inferior to the huge distribution network of buildings on the ground, and all kinds of protective circles have been engraved by mages, and many dangerous magic experiments have been ordered to be carried out here.

But now, the archmages had solemn faces, and just seven days ago, when the undead began to attack the city, there was a report from the mages stationed in the sewers, saying that there was a strange noise in the depths of the ground.

As time passed, those sporadic noises became more and more easily detectable, and this incident even alarmed the Council of Six, which is why Archmage Kenrito condescended and entered the sewers.

In this critical moment when Dalaran is surrounded by groups, no crisis can be ignored, and the wise brains of the mages and the very sensitive minds that have become very sensitive because of the study of magic allow them to be aware of the hidden dangers that ordinary people cannot see.

Walking to the deepest part of the sewer, the building built by the mages had reached the end, and as far as the eye could see, there was a puddle of earth with stagnant water.

This was originally the refuge of Dalaran, and during the Second Orc War, all the apprentices and civilians were arranged to take refuge in the sewers, which is a tradition of mages, and since two hundred years ago, there have been mages who have been reinforcing the soil under Dalaran in an attempt to make this shelter stronger.

After two hundred years of blessings, these crazy mages have even made a cone-shaped, upside-down peak-like model of Dalaran City, and the rest of the place is still dirt, but this upside-down mountain peak has become a strange substance that is not dirt, but is harder than stone.

Especially after the successful arrangement of the Violet Enchantment, the mages thought that this cone-shaped inverted hanging mountain had made up for the last weakness of the Dalaran Enchantment, but now, when Archmage Maitiel walked into the peak of the upside-down hanging mountain, he was stunned to find that there was still a mistake in what they thought was foolproof.

Maitiel bent down, ignoring the stains on the dirty dirt floor of his ornate robes, and he reached out and touched the water stains that had formed a miniature lake, cold to the touch, like real lake water.

With a solemn face, Maitiel took out his short wand and threw a "identification spell" at the water stain, which can effectively detect various substances to distinguish their basic form, whether they are poisonous or not, and whether they will affect the body.

The small blue light entered the water stain, like ink dripping into the water, and quickly dispersed, reflecting the dim and chaotic water stain into a pale blue shimmer, and after a few seconds, Mytil's face became strange.

"Strange... There's no poison, not even any danger, it's just ordinary water, but they shouldn't be here!"

Maitiel stood up, took out his handkerchief from the storage ring, and wiped his hands, his brain was racing, thinking about the reason why the water stain suddenly appeared here, but after thinking about it, nothing came of it.

"Maybe it's just the underground river of Lake Lordamere... Wait a minute... Loch Lordamere!"

The archmage's eyes widened instantly, and he quickly stepped into the dirty and icy water, like a madman, but now, realizing the great crisis, Maitil could no longer care about maintaining his appearance for many years, he took out his staff and pressed his tail against the bottom of the puddle.

He silently recited the mysterious incantation, closed his eyes, and with the volatilization of magic and pale green light flashing on his body, his hearing and perception were strengthened five times in a short time, and the archmage pressed his palm to the staff, and with that little bit of slowly extending spiritual power, his mind followed the staff into the icy water, and then seeped into the reinforced soil.

The spiritual power of the powerful gaze continued to go deep into the soil with difficulty, one meter, two meters, until it extended down to twenty meters, Mytir continued, but just after the spiritual power penetrated into the soil thirty meters away, Maitil's closed eyes widened suddenly, and the horror in it was self-evident.

At that moment, his spiritual power was like a sharp sword piercing the soil, entering the cavity below the ground, which was the source of this water stain, the huge, like a prehistoric grotto-like hollow, the crumbling lake filled it, and under the pressure of the continuous pouring of lake water, these water splashes were pressed into the sewer by the increasing pressure of the water along the cracks of the inverted peaks.

That's not the point... The point is, when did such a huge cavity appear below Dalaran, and those lakes seemed to have been dug out deliberately.

Oops! Damn!

Maitiel withdrew his spiritual power, picked up the sound transmission stone in the storage ring, injected mana, and after connecting it, he immediately reported the news to the Council of Six, but he didn't even notice that there was a trace of unconcealable in his voice... Panic.

"The guy hollowed out the ground beneath Dalaran, and he poured water into it from Lake Lordamere, and he was going to... He intends to... Boom!"

Before Maitiel finished speaking, in the Violet Castle, Antonidas and Gianna, whose faces had changed greatly, felt that the entire Dalaran began to shake like a mountain, like the sound of a giant beast coming out of the water, and the whole city was turning upside down and sinking!

(End of chapter)