The stubborn Imirons still surrendered, which was the news that Xue Huan got before he was ready to leave for the Frozen Throne.

Walking through the dark and damp underground passages, when Xue Huan, dressed in black death armor, appeared in front of Imiron, the former king of the Viku people felt a breathtaking force - this guy, who has not seen him for a few months, has become more and more intense, and his cold eyes shine with a deadly light in the dark night.

"I decided... Succumb to the darkness. A few words popped out of Emiron's mouth with difficulty.

With his hands in heavy chains and his hair scattered, like a trapped tiger, Imiron had been thrown into the basement of Utgard Castle and had not seen the light of day for three months.

During this time, he had not ingested any food other than the water and bread necessary to keep Imiron's life alive, not even the dead rats in the dungeon, which had been cleaned up by the Scourge Legion.

In order to torture this arrogant and unyielding lion both mentally and mentally.

At this moment, Imiron still has half of the king's appearance—sunken eyes, tattered armor, dry and white lips, dirty hair hanging weakly on his shoulders, and eyes that have long lost their former brilliance.

It seems that this stubborn king has been tortured by Xue Huan to death.

"You've finally figured it out?"

Xue Huan looked around, and after finding that there was nothing that could make him sit down, he simply sat on the dusty floor, he supported his chin with one hand, and his elbow was against his knee, which was only half a meter away from the unkempt Imiron.

"Do I have any other options? the Great Death Knight King?"

When Imiron said the words "King of the Death Knights", there was obviously a hint of banter, but Xue Huan was not annoyed by this, on the contrary, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This guy still doesn't seem to give in in his heart.

"Actually, taking refuge in a natural disaster is also of some benefit to you Viku people. ”

"Phew!

Imiron spat rudely on the ground, his hands and feet restrained, but he still writhed his strong body, and the heavy chains crackled against each other.

The disdain on his face was not concealed in the slightest, "Put away your tricks, you dark creatures can only deceive the simple-minded fishmen, and the great Veku people will not believe you." ”

"Hmph, believe it or not, it's your business, it's none of my business. ”

Xue Huan snorted and stroked the silver hair in front of his forehead, "However, I heard that you Viku people, since ancient times, there has been an inexplicable curse..."

Before Xue Huan finished speaking, the irritable Imiron's face was pale, his teeth were bared, and his eyes were burning with flames, like a lion suppressing the anger in his heart, staring fiercely at Xue Huan in front of him.

"What the hell are you trying to say, what does it have to do with the curse that our race has endured for 10,000 years?"

"Of course it does. ”

Xue Huan narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his pale mouth brought a meaningful smile.

It was extremely easy to get this kind of information, after all, there were nearly a thousand people in the natural calamity Viku people he resurrected, and there were many of them who had high intelligence in their lifetimes, and it was according to their accounts that Xue Huan was able to know about this mysterious curse.

The curse of flesh and blood that spread among the people of Viku was an eternal pain in the hearts of the people of Viku, and this pain lasted for 10,000 years, and the great King Imiron, who tried various methods, but still could not deal with it properly, and as a last resort, Imirons ordered the remaining people to be frozen in order to suppress the spread of this curse.

But during this time, Xue Huan was surprised to find that when these Viku people were killed and resurrected as dark creatures, this eternal curse seemed to be... Gone.

Yes, that's right, it's that magical.

At least in the past three months, according to the reactions of Arnar, Bellock, and many more of the Scourge soldiers, the mysterious curse that had once devastated them seemed to no longer exist, their strength did not regress further, their bodies did not shrink any longer, and everything seemed to be solidified.

Xue Huan told Kel'thugad the news, and received an explanation from the wise Great Lich: "Perhaps... This curse will only continue to spread on the living, and the blood of the undead Viku has coagulated, and all the functions of the body have stopped, as if they were frozen in the first place, so the flesh curse has been controlled. ”

Kel'thugad's statement was approved by Xue Huan, but it did not mean that Imiron, at least in the eyes of the king of Veku, it was too much like a lie concocted by this despicable death knight to convince himself to defect to the natural scourge.

"You're talking nonsense, it's just ridiculous. ”

Imiron's hair was scattered, his eyes widened, he looked incredulous, he roared wildly, his neck stretched out, and the spit in his mouth rushed directly to Xue Huan's face, "This must be a lie you made up, it must be like this, you cunning dark creatures have always liked to use these despicable means to achieve their own goals." ”

It must be so, Imiron, who was under the impression that the lackeys of the Lich King had always been like this, and that intrigue and lies made up the entirety of these undead.

Facing the emotional Emiron, Xue Huan wiped his face with cold armor without a trace.

"You're right. ”

Then, Xue Huan slowly stood up, staring at Emiron in front of him with a deep, cold gaze, and his tone was indifferent, "Lies and deception have always been our creed, but for you who have become a prisoner, I don't think it's necessary. ”

"You!!"

Imiron was speechless with anger.

"This is an opportunity I give you. ”

In the dark and damp basement, Xue Huan's eyes flickered with a strange cold light, "Surrender to me, and you will be reborn, and even free from the shackles of flesh and blood curses, and become the true Lord of Utgard, otherwise, you will be imprisoned here indefinitely, with darkness and pain all day long." ”

Looking at Imiron, who had resentment in his eyes, Xue Huan also lost interest in continuing to negotiate with him, he had time to continue to consume this arrogant king, he wanted to see how long this stubborn lion could hold out under this cruel mental torture.

Glancing at Imiron, who was half-kneeling on the ground, Xue Huan stopped speaking and turned to leave.

One-step...

Two steps...

The heavy plate-armored boots slammed lightly on the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed through the empty dungeon and struck at Imiron's heart.

At this moment, his mind appeared again those dying tribesmen who were tormented by the curse of flesh and blood, because of this curse, they lost their former dignity, and had to abandon their homeland, buried deep in the ground, and survived.

If you take refuge in the Scourge Legion, you can exchange it for immortality and immortality, and even get rid of that eternal curse...

"Take me... Go and see the people who used to be there. ”

In the darkness, Imiron's low and hoarse voice floated, both humiliated and unwilling, but finally turned into helplessness: "If everything is as you say, without the slightest deception, then..."

"I volunteered... Join the Scourge Legion!"

Three days later...

Amid the cheers and screams of the dead, the castle of Utgard welcomes its new owner, the evil god-king Emiron, who dedicates his soul to the Frost Sorrow.

The former Dragon Raider Clan has died in name only, and these undead Viku people stationed in Utgard Castle have begun to call themselves "Imia", they have become more inhuman, more ferocious, and they have become one of the largest and most elite legions of the dead in the Scourge Legion led by Xue Huan.

They are more clever and cunning than the dull abomination and flesh giants, and under the new king, Imiron, the fallen half-giants will make all of Azeroth tremble again.

At the same time, Xue Huan left his most trusted lieutenant, Kel'thugad, in the Howling Fjord, to oversee all important military and political affairs in his place, while himself, leading Dakuru and a few Scourge warriors, once again embarked on the journey to the Frozen Throne...

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