Walking through the corridor covered with twisted golden runes, Xue Huan dragged the death cloak and entered the inner room on the second floor.

The second-story inner sanctum of the Tower of the Sunwrath was apparently the bedroom of the Sun King.

In the round room, the top of the head is also a high circular vault, and it is also dotted with some simple and gorgeous magic patterns, and there are some plaster statues standing on both sides - Xue Huan guesses that these are all outstanding figures in the history of the High Elves.

The large bed was placed against the wall, and on the wall at the head of the bed hung a row of portraits. These oil painting-style portraits are lined up in a row, dating from far to near, and in the center, this guy with full blond hair, two golden mustaches, and a cold and tough look between his eyebrows is none other than the current High Elf King, Anastarian.

Somehow, Xue Huan looked at Anastarian in this oil painting, and the eyes of the characters in the painting, which should have been stiff, suddenly seemed to be injected with life. That gaze happened to fall on Xue Huan, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes...

The picture is so weird, one person, one painting, the eyes of both sides suddenly intertwined and touched together.

"What? unwilling to do it?" Xue Huan said with mockery at the corner of his mouth.

He grew to like the feeling of being in control, and he knew that the people of the continent hated him, especially the remnants of Arthas and Lordaeron, who were eager to cut and skin themselves.

But what can be done?

If you can't be more ruthless than others, then you can only be a stepping stone for others.

In the past, because of his lack of strength, he had to compromise with Lordaeron and Terenus.

Because of his lack of strength, he watched as he was treated as a heretic, burned and disfigured by the abominable light.

This is the harsh reality.

He wants power, more power.

In Azeroth, the strong are respected, and he is no longer the cowardly and helpless Xue Huan who first arrived in Azeroth. Now that he has the dual powers of Frost Sorrow and evil magic, and controls hundreds of thousands of undead plague troops under his hands, he can now trample the High Elves under his feet after begging Lordaeron to take him in.

Strength, this is the world where the strong are respected.

"You obviously have power that ordinary people can't match, why do you still wag your tail and beg for mercy, and live like a dog?"

Soy Il's mocking voice still echoed in his head, but Xue Huan had to admit that the guy was indeed right.

If you don't kill others, others will destroy you, this is the law of this world.

"Hiss!!"

Xue Huan grabbed a corner of the portrait, viciously tore the entire oil painting in half, and then ripped off half of it and stepped on it.

"Wait, pathetic fool, I'm not only going to destroy your kingdom and turn your people into servants of the Scourge Legion, but I'm going to corrupt you into my Death Knight, hehehehe. A sickly smile appeared on Xue Huan's pale face.

He now enjoys more and more the eyes of others who desperately resist, hating him to death, but having to kneel at his feet in humiliation.

Taking off the death knight's cloak and placing the magic sword in his hand on the side of the bed, Xue Huan sat on the soft big bed and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Ever since he received the power of Frost Sorrow and the power of death bestowed by the Lich King Naozu, Xue Huan had rarely used evil magic and meditation, and even the demonic gaze that he had regarded as a treasure had been discarded in the Frost Sorrow Cavern.

He's become a Death Knight through and through, and he doesn't need sleep anymore, and he doesn't need meditation to regain his energy and strength.

And the only way to increase his power is to kill people.

This is the same as playing online games in the previous life, killing monsters to gain experience, if you want to improve your level, you can only get experience points by killing monsters and pushing bosses.

It's just that in this real Azeroth continent, there is naturally no such virtual thing as experience points, but you can familiarize yourself with your own strength through non-stop fighting, use your own strength, and of course, you can also take the opponent's power as your own after killing the enemy, and after reaching a certain level, your strength will naturally be improved.

It's a long journey from the first to the seventh, to the lord level, to the hero level, and finally to the epic hero level, and the legendary hero level.

Generally speaking, it is fortunate that an ordinary human can reach the lord level before exhausting all his lives, and a genius like Uther is already a rare among humans. And many more people can only reach the fourth or fifth level in their lifetime.

As for the demigod and main god levels, that's the legendary guy.

As for Xue Huan, being able to climb from the first level to the current seventh order in more than a year so quickly is inseparable from the Demon Heart and the Frost Sorrow - the former can enable him to obtain the most ferocious and violent evil mage in this continent, and can also increase the speed of obtaining the corresponding power, and the latter is even endowed with the power of the Lich King, and at the same time as pulling out this magic sword, Xue Huan directly obtained the power of no less than the fifth order.

The addition of these two has created a terrifying strength that has risen to the seventh rank in a year.

Sitting quietly on the bed, Xue Huan, who opened the spiritual realm, could clearly feel the existence of his own power.

Seventh-Order Death Knight, he already has the blood shield, shadow strike, death grip, resurrection of the dead, death coil and other initial five kinds of dark magic, but as a combat class, combat skills are the most important, followed by how to use magical power and integrate it into combat skills.

Death Knights do not rely on their own bodies to fight like pure warriors, their combat methods are more like a mixture of magic and combat skills, except that this magic is dark magic full of death.

According to Kel'thugad's previous statement, after the fifth order, if you want to learn more advanced magic, you can only learn through the magic library, and... It is a forbidden book engraved with dark runes.

However, Xue Huan believed that there would be no shortage of libraries in this huge elven city, and besides, these high elves liked to study magic the most, how could they turn a blind eye to such a power full of violence and killing aesthetics?

Even if the High Elf higher-ups explicitly forbade the circulation of such spells, but privately?

It can well be imagined...

Moreover, he already possessed the strength of the seventh order, which meant that he had every opportunity to learn more advanced magic and combat skills.

And in addition to its own strength, the day should not be far away when the third seal of Frost Sorrow will be lifted.

Thinking of this, Xue Huan quickly linked his spiritual power to Frost's Sorrow.

3,740 soul powers, only 160 are needed for the next awakening. It seems that this Silvermoon City massacre has directly harvested more than 3,000 soul powers from his magic sword.

160 Soul Power was too easy for him now.

Frost Sorrow gained a festering wound after the first seal was lifted, and obtained a death contract after the second seal was lifted, and now he was vaguely looking forward to what special power the third seal could bring to him.

And at this moment, Xue Huan suddenly felt a stuffy heat in his chest.

"Huh!?"

Puzzled, Xue Huan hurriedly put his hand into his arms and took out a purple stone that had been forgotten for a long time.

I saw that the evil energy amethyst that he had forgotten in the corner like garbage was now blooming with a faint light, but this light seemed to be faint, but it was full of fatal temptation.

Looking at the evil energy amethyst that was still radiating light, Xue Huan suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

Could it be... There is some mysterious connection between this thing and the power he has now?

In the midst of doubt, a familiar and dry voice sounded: "You guessed right, my master!!"

(End of chapter)