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The moment the white light gathered into the human form, it seemed to be swallowed up by the endless void, and the breath of darkness and death instantly surged out and echoed throughout the Ice Crystal Hall, and the originally cold and silent Ice Crystal Hall suddenly seemed to fall into the hell of death, and the raging cold made people feel as if their souls were trembling.

The metal shoe pressed against the floor with a heavy sound, and half of the man in the armor that was draped in armor seemed to be alive, but like a dead man, the once brilliant gold had turned into a lifeless gray color, and his eyes were scattered with blue flames, or rather, it was no longer a flame, but a soul fire that emerged from his body.

The long sword, which exuded the aura of death and ominousness, lightly pierced the entire ground made of steel and jade, and lay on one knee with the sword in both hands, bowing his head slightly to express his respect to Yalin, who was on the throne.

"Yalin!my sworn friend┉┉" For a moment, the man's voice came out like a dull voice from an unknown land: "The time has come! I have come according to the promise, and now it is time for us to join forces to cleanse this 'filthy' world!"

Sitting on the throne, Yalin could not suppress the excitement and joy in his heart, looking at the attribute panel of the summoning system, the potential of the S rank made Yalin have to sigh that luck was too good, but this powerful special summoner made Yalin a little entangled. However, if they can't get along with it, it is like a huge time bomb has been planted, and Ulduar can gather a large army in a short period of time.

"Hehehe┉┉You're right, maybe it's time. Yalin replied with a sigh of excitement that the huge risks are proportional to the benefits, and as long as the limited resources are used well, the status quo may not be irreversible.

"Very well, then let me summon the legion now and sweep away this filthy world once and for all. ”

The tip of the sword pointing straight to the sky exuded the power of death that was even more terrifying than before, and countless souls imprisoned in it wailed miserably, and the entire ice crystal hall suddenly seemed to be like a boiling hell of death, and even the sunlight shining into the hall seemed to become cold at this moment.

"No hurry, my dear 'Prince', there is a servant waiting to swear allegiance to you. ”

A wicked smile curled into the corners of Arin's mouth as he said this.

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In a makeshift dungeon in the city of Ulduar, the consciousness of a deceased man imprisoned in frost shackles wanders the other side of his dreams.

Born in a family of aristocratic soldiers, for the victory of the motherland and the glory of the family, died on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud is the ultimate fate of the family members, and it is also regarded as the highest glory! A soldier did not die on the battlefield but died of old age in bed, which is the greatest shame for the soldiers.

I have always believed in this without hesitation!

Since he was a child, he has received strict training from his elders, leading his army to run thousands of miles to reverse the victory, breaking through death in the midst of swords and swords, and defeating powerful warriors to win glory. Until he ushered in the last battle of his life, he did not flee when the empire collapsed, and he led the family army to shed the last drop of blood to defend the imperial king, but even in the face of death, he died without regrets┉┉Just like the ancestors of the family for generations, he is loyal to the family and the empire!

However, fate played a joke on him, and he was supposed to be asleep forever, but he was awakened, and the necromancer, who was blasphemous and blasphemed the gods, knocked on the door of death and returned to the world. Without the excitement and gratitude of death, reawakening with only endless anger, blaspheming the glory of their family, blaspheming their loyalty, these necromancers have stained their lives with a stain that can never be washed away.

But soon┉┉Anger was replaced by sadness, and sadness turned to despair!

Nearly a hundred years have passed, but his family has become a joke of the world, in order to defend the decaying royal family and the people as enemies, for the sake of the old system to survive and die in vain, self-righteousness is stubborn to obstruct the progress of the wheel of history, the glory of pride has been beaten by reality and has forever become the laughing stock of the world.

You're not wrong, and your family isn't wrong!, it's just that times are different┉┉In the darkness, the necromancer explained to himself.

That's right, it's just that times are different.

The past collapsed with it, and the self who returned to the world from the identity of the dead in the world has no faith, no ideals, and no goals

Like many lost souls, he came to the sanctuary of the undead, the sacred place of the lost souls, located on a floating island in the depths of the Endless Sea, the island of the dead - Athoros!

The past has been abandoned by oneself, because if you can't abandon the past, you can't support the soul to continue to maintain between this world, the heavy burden will become the biggest culprit that crushes the soul, even if you have turned into an undead as a warrior, but the obsession with fighting still flows in the already cold body, the fragmented memory only remembers your own name but forgets your surname, and many undead inhabit the island of 'Atholos', everyone uses the same surname to call each other and merge into a group!

The past is gone, and the undead dark warrior Sanwald Aetholoth, who was born only for battle, is reborn!

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Suddenly opened his eyes, the soul fire in Sanelwald's eyes that was almost about to be extinguished rekindled, staring at the world around him that was almost empty except for a white snowfield, and the memory of the pause began to revive, and Sanwald gradually recalled that he had fought with two powerful warriors successively, and finally lost to the powerful warrior who held a huge sword of astonishing size, and then suffered some kind of special imprisonment and even his soul was frozen, and only now did he finally wake up.

With a movement of his limbs, Mulwald felt that his injuries had fully healed, and he didn't seem to feel anything wrong, he wasn't restrained by shackles and restraints, he wasn't subjected to imprisoning magic, and even his own weapons were set aside. This qiē made Mulwald a little puzzled, could it be that the other party released himself?

Suddenly, Mulwald couldn't help frowning secretly, all around him was a completely empty snowfield, so wide that the horizon between heaven and earth even crossed out, and there was no reference to make him discern the direction. Except for the howling wind and snow, this is a world made of ice and snow in a completely 'nothing'.

&1t;Submit to the will of the Lich King, slave>!

The sound from the space immediately alerted Mulwald, and the man wearing heavy armor and eyes with soul fire burning had already appeared not far from Mulwald.

"Undead, you're undead too," Mulwald felt a little incredulous.

"Surrender to me┉┉" The ominous sword that shone with a faint blue light pointed directly at Mulwald, and the man repeated his own words, but his tone revealed a coldness like death.

At the moment of witnessing this long sword, which revealed a strong aura of death and ominousness, the urge to kneel down and bow down in his heart suddenly grew in his heart, it was an indescribable feeling, like the innate coercion of the lower class by the superiors, which made the soul in his body tremble.

"Surrender to you?" Mulwald struggled to suppress the shameful thought in his heart and raised the weapon in his hand: "Delusional?"

"Poor bug┉┉"

Striding forward, the ominous sword in the man's hand suddenly drew a trajectory of death, and Mulwald, who was surrounded by the trajectory of death, struggled to raise his sword to meet it, but the next moment, the consciousness and senses of the undead dark warrior were completely confused, and the body covered in armor was hit by a huge impact force and flew into the sky, the surrounding scenery rotated chaotically, and after a few short seconds, Mulwald fell to the ground and stirred up a thick layer of snow.

This power is really terrifying┉┉Compared to the mercenary warrior named Gus before, the opponent in front of him is an opponent who is far beyond his own level.

Barely supporting his body to stand up, Sang Erwald already felt that three or four ribs in his chest had been broken, and the armor on his body was scarred as if it had been beaten by a battering ram, and he almost completely lost his ability to fight with just one blow, and the most terrifying thing was that when he was hit by that long sword, his soul was about to be pulled out of his body as if he was approaching an invisible black hole.

The names of these powerful undead came to the mind of a higher-level necromantic warrior, an undead knight, a dreaded knight, or a stronger Death Lord┉┉ Mulwald.

Just kidding! Even the warrior who can hold the title of 'Death Lord' on the island of the dead 'Atholos' is the only one, and it is impossible for an undead warrior with such a powerful power in front of him to be unknown, and such a powerful undead warrior 'Atholos' should have invited him a long time ago.

"Impossible, who the hell are you?" Mulwald gave a rare look of anger after turning into an undead, and raised his sword again to support the screaming figure and meet it again.

However, the result was the same! And this time, the lower half of his body was shattered, and he could not continue to stand up.

"Now answer me at the last and surrender to me┉┉"

The hollow sound is like coming from a dead hell!

"Who are you?"

"Lich King Arthas Minethir, your master of eternal allegiance!"

Countless wailing souls swarmed out of the 'Frost Sorrow', screaming and hissing, and the entire snowfield was filled with the cries of the dead like a hell on earth!