The ghost imprisoned the ice soul in the extremely cold place of the Frozen Throne, and found that the extremely cold aura released by the snow spirit in the ice soul's body seemed to infuse the darkest city.

Despite the torture of the ghosts, Ice Soul did not compromise. After all, she is an ancient creature, her existence is born in accordance with nature, if she helps the ghost freeze the Black Sea, it is against the power of nature to help the abuse, she would rather die than give in.

Beneath the Frozen Throne, a prison specially made for ice souls is illuminated by Nether Fire. A ghost in a black cloak appeared like a ghost.

"Now that the dark power of the undead clan has grown stronger and stronger, the god clan is already a candle in the wind, even without the power of your snow spirit, it is inevitable that the blood will stain other clans, it is just a little more time!"

The ghost moved back and forth in front of the ice soul like an ADHD patient, and his eyeballs couldn't catch his whereabouts at all, which should be the reason why no one could see his face clearly.

"Don't waste your tongue in vain, if you want to kill, you have to scrape and listen to the respect, it's impossible for me to help the abuse!"

The ghost roared angrily: "I don't know how to lift!"

The Nether Fire rose brightly, and the Ice Soul screamed like madness, and suddenly had a pained expression.

Ice Soul seems to have gotten used to this kind of routine. The Nether Fire restrained the power of the snow in her, and she knew that as long as the Fire here was not extinguished, she would not be able to escape from here.

The ghost flew away, leaving only a black phantasmagion, and then vanished without a trace.

The City of Darkness is a black earth, the habitat of the undead. The ghost came to a silver-black temple building, and in the middle of the temple was an altar, and the ground was piled with skulls, releasing a trace of lightning and exuding a cold air. A group of priests with their cloaks and hats completely obscuring their bodies and faces surrounded the altar, muttering something as if they were muttering, but not making any sound.

That's right, this altar is the Frozen Throne, a fusion of thunder and ice, a symbol of the undead, a source of their dark power, and this group of priests is the guardian of the throne.

"Where is the Lich King?" the ghost's voice always felt like a cry of pain, and it was terrifying.

"He is waiting outside the temple at the moment. A soldier said.

"Pass him into the temple!"

Dressed in a dark purple mage robe, with a collar raised like a stinger and a blade, the Lich King walked into the dark hall.

"What have you found in the Ice City?" the ghost asked.

After taking the Ice City, the Wraith brought the Ice Spirit back to the Dark City, leaving the Lich King to stay in the Ice City to find treasures and ways to freeze.

"The subordinates found the Ice Ball hundreds of meters below the ice of the Ice City, which is the reason why the Ice City stands on the glacier and does not dissolve, and they dare not move it easily. It does have the effect of freezing when exposed to water, but it is not long-lasting, and after a few moments, the frozen water will dissolve into water again. Familiarity with the mysteries still takes time to study and explore. The Lich King replied.

The Lich King is a revered wise man of the undead, a highly skilled mage who is adept at exploring the mysteries of spells. It will have four spells: Frost Blast, Frost Armor, Evil Sacrifice and Chain Frost.

Frost Burst, a devastating blast of frost that inflicts damage in the area and slows the movement and attack speed of enemies in the area.

Frost Armor, which creates a stack of Ice armor for an allied unit or building, increasing its armor value and slowing enemy targets that attack it.

Evil Sacrifice, where the Lich kills an allied target, converting his current health to the Lich's mana.

A chain of frost that unleashes an ice ball that bounces between enemies, dealing damage and slowing each time it hits an enemy target.

"From now on, you will take over the ice city and obtain the method of freezing the Black Sea as soon as possible!"

"Your subordinates are heading to Ice City!" said the Lich King, taking his leave.

The Darkest City and the Fog are like two extremes, the dense buildings on the black earth are cold, and the sky above the Frozen Throne is always cloudy.

The ghost was always brewing how to nourish the inexplicable and intense resentment in his heart by staining the blood, and nothing seemed to be able to calm and stop him from such a determination.