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The figure that appeared in front of Ron was none other than the Lich King, whom he had met several times, although Ron had not seen his face, and had already recognized the person by the aura on his body.

Mysterious, cold, and powerful, the Lich King has the most striking aura of a necromancer, and has an extra taste of looking down on the world.

He is the leader of the Scourgeon Legion of the Undead Main Plane, the king of all the undead!

Although it was only an illusion, the awe-inspiring aura emanating from the Lich King's body oppressed Ron, and even when facing the ancient dragon Maxwell, Ron did not feel this way.

At this moment, the Lich King, standing in front of Ron, stared at him quietly with a pair of dark eyes, and his deep eyes revealed deep disappointment.

At this time, the Lich King, who appeared in the dead space, slowly spoke, "Ron, you have disappointed me so much, are you...... Have you forgotten your mission?"

The Lich King's words were deafening, and Ron was stunned for a moment, and he stayed there and muttered, "I...... It's mine...... Mission?"

"Yes, your mission ......" The Lich King turned to face Ron, his mask always grim.

Ron could feel that under the other party's terrifying and hideous mask, a pair of sword eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with him.

"Have you forgotten?"

"I ...... I ......"

Ron was too nervous to speak.

"So you really forgot about ......"

Looking at the blank look on Ron's face, the Lich King sighed, his face became even more disappointed, and then, his face became more stern, "It seems that it is necessary for you to reminisce properly......"

After speaking, he stretched out a finger and tapped it gently......

Ron felt a "boom" and a sharp pain in his head.

At this time, Ron's eyes widened.

The chaotic eyes gradually became clear, and a magnificent picture slowly unfolded.

It was a huge city, majestic, tall, magnificent, with a dazzling magical power on the high towers, and warriors in heavy armor stood on the top of the city, waiting for it.

However, the tense faces of these warriors were filled with nervousness - and fear.

Because, in front of them, there was an endless army of the undead, densely packed, countless blood-colored skull flags waving in the wind, covering the plains, and the trembling and uneasy aura from the depths of the soul permeated the sky over the city.

In the crowd, a necromancer wearing a crown stood on a tall wooden tower, and countless skeletons carried the wooden tower below, slowly moving towards the city wall.

"Kill—"

With the order of the commander of the undead army, countless skeletons poured into the city and started a fierce battle with the opposing warriors.

In the sky, the frost dragon roared, and on the ground, there was a dense sea of skeletons, they were not afraid of death, like a tide, and they launched wave after wave of attacks on the city.

The enemy is also very tenacious, but they can't stop the crazy skeletal tide, the city gate seems to be breached, the undead enter in a big way, the enemy fights and retreats, and finally retreats to the center of the city, and fights with the undead in the streets.

The undead are powerful, and they are no slouch in street fighting, quickly slaughtering their enemies all over the field with corpses and rivers of blood.

With the fall of the last warrior, the army of the undead took over the city, they executed the city's nobles, and under the butcher's knife of the undead, all the citizens chose to submit.

Leaving some of the warriors to defend the city, most of them continued to advance, and the undead army was invincible, conquering one city after another, and the blood-colored skull flags symbolizing the Scourge Legion fluttered on the heads of these cities, and the powerhouses of countless races trembled under the power of the undead army.

The undead are fierce and dominate all worlds, defeat major legions, and conquer countless races.

This qiē in front of him made Ron's blood boil, and he wished that he could become a part of this terrifying legion, to fight, to fight, to achieve the prestige of the Scourge Legion.

"This is already in the past, and the current Scourge Legion is not vulnerable at all......"

At this time, Ron's ears heard the Lich King's gloomy voice, and at this time, the picture in front of him changed, and it changed to the undead main plane where the Scourge Legion was located.

What caught Ron's eyes was an endless plain, and soon, Ron saw that the two armies met on the plain, and soon a confrontation began, on one side was the undead, the number was about tens of thousands, there were necromancers, death knights, undead warriors, etc., all kinds of races were complete, and in terms of equipment, they were also powerful first-class legions.

Confronting the army of the undead, it was an unknown race that Ron had never seen before, they were shorter in stature, but not like dwarves, except for a few warriors in front of them, most of them were magicians with staffs, and there were fewer than the undead, only a few thousand.

This race, which is much smaller than the dwarves, is called the gnomes, and those who hold the staff are not magicians, but arcanists, a powerful force similar to magic, but much more mysterious than magic.

I have to say that meeting the army of undead on the plain with several times more than oneself was a very unfortunate thing for the dwarf legion, and everyone tensed their nerves and waited for the battle.

The necromancer said something loudly, and the undead who received the order began to act, and they played the banner of the Scourge Legion, surrounded the dwarf legion, surrounded it like an iron bucket on the inside and outside of the three layers, and prepared to annihilate this weak legion in one fell swoop with the advantage of numbers.

Faced with several times the number of enemies, the dwarf legion was not afraid, they slowly retreated, forming a defensive formation, and the dwarf arcanists began to cast arcane arts, blessing their warriors.

A battle is just around the corner!

At this time, the Scourge Legion began to attack, and countless undead surged towards the enemy like a tidal wave.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......"

The two sides launched a fierce battle, the battle was as fierce as ever, perhaps knowing that they would die, the dwarf legion burst out with strong combat effectiveness, the light of fighting spirit and arcane flickered non-stop, and again and again repelled the attacks of the undead, and the situation showed a state of tension, and gradually tilted towards the side of the dwarf.

Compared to the strong combat strength of the dwarf legions, the battle of the undead seemed a little impatient and aggressive, and when the situation gradually turned in favor of the gnomes, they seemed to flinch again.

At this time, the camp of the undead began to be chaotic, and at this time, the dwarf army immediately launched a counterattack, a large number of undead were eliminated, turned into a cloud of black fog and disappeared into the air, and the necromancers without the protection of undead creatures quickly became the target of slaughter, and were bombarded to slag by the dwarf arcanists with arcane bullets......

Fear was contagious, and soon the entire legion was engulfed, and some began to retreat, fleeing, and then it turned into a rout like never before.

The dwarf army took advantage of the situation to chase and kill, further expanding the results of the battle, and in the undead, once again created a classic battle of winning more with less......

Ron's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time. This...... Is this still the Scourge he just saw? How did the Scourge become what it is now?

Looking at the blood-colored skeletal battle banner on the ground that had been trampled into a broken mess, Ron felt a hint of mockery.

Shame, it's a shame! With a numerical superiority of several times the enemy, they fought such a miserable battle, and there was even a scene where a dozen gnomes ran away with hundreds of undead like ducks.

Hot blood rushed to Ron's face, he clenched his fists tightly, his body shook uncontrollably, and his eyes turned blood-red.

The shouting and killing in the distance did not stop, and one by one the black-robed figures fell to the ground, and in an instant, several sharp swords pierced through the body, and at the same time, the arrogant laughter of the enemy was heard, and the laughter was full of extreme contempt.

The nobility of the undead, the dignity of the undead, was completely trampled under the feet of those gnomes who were less than a meter tall, and at this moment, Ron was furious.

"Angry, but now is not the time for you to be angry......"

As Ron was furious, the Lich King's voice rang in his ears, and he asked.

"What is the difference between the undead army you see after and the undead army in between?"

What's the difference?

Ron was suddenly asked, he carefully recalled the two scenes he had just seen, and after a while, he understood.

"What I saw in the first scene was that the faces of those undead were filled with strong self-confidence, indomitable domineering, and a will to fight to the death...... But the undead seen in the second scene no longer have these things in their eyes, and instead they are confused, cowardly, and even lose the courage to fight......"

Ron said cautiously.

"Not bad!" the Lich King nodded slightly, "Do you know what they're missing?"

Ron shook his head wrenchedly.

"Confidence!"

The Lich King said categorically, "These undead have lost their self-confidence, and no matter how strong an army is without self-confidence, it will eventually be defeated, and without self-confidence, the undead will not be able to ...... They don't deserve to be called undead!"

The Lich King's words made Ron feel his mouth open, and the gloom cleared, as if the road ahead had become brighter.

"I see!" the Lich King...... Ron nodded heavily.

"Go, Ron, and always remember your mission, the hope of the undead...... will fall on you......" The Lich King bowed slightly, and after saying this, his figure flashed, turned into a cloud of shadows, and then slowly disappeared.

Ron was anxious and shouted, "Lord Lich King, Lord Lich King......"

But the Lich King disappeared as if he hadn't heard, leaving only a chaotic space of death.

"That's leaving?"

Ron was a little disappointed that the Lich King suddenly appeared and hurried away, leaving many mysteries unanswered, and Ron still had many questions to ask.

"My Mission ......"

Thinking of the scene just now, Ron couldn't help but smile bitterly, he could feel that the Lich King had high hopes for him, but the Lich King couldn't help but think too highly of himself, how could the important mission of revitalizing the undead clan fall on a human like him? Even Crane of the Undead Clan, in terms of strength and prestige, was much better than him, a necromancer cultivated by humans, at least, he was not Crane's opponent at all.

"Lord Lich King, why are you leaving? Even if you don't teach me how to defeat that guy, at least teach me how to get out of this Klein's dead space, is there only the word "confidence"?" Ron looked at the chaotic dead space, and smiled helplessly, the Lich King appeared in the dead space to meet Ron, and left after talking nonsense, and in the end nothing was solved, this joke was a bit too big.

"Wait......"

Ron narrowed his smile and became serious, and he pondered for a moment, his eyes shining.

"I see, Lord Lich King's confidence...... It's that I have to be firm in my faith, and as long as I have a strong faith, nothing is invincible......"

"This is what the defeated undead lack most in their bones!"

Ron slowly raised his head, a determined gaze in his eyes, and under the guidance of the Lich King, he was defeated by Crane, and his self-confidence that had fallen to the bottom was completely restored.

"Thank you...... Lord Lich King, from this moment on, I am no longer confused......" Ron said word by word, and the fire of battle intent burned in his heart again......