Ron quietly looked at the huge throne on this ice peak, his heart only had incomparable admiration and admiration, in front of this giant who looked down on the world, Ron only felt very small.

Like the Sky Dragon, the Lich King is a true deity, the Sky Dragon gives Ron the feeling of being strong and domineering, while the Lich King's respect is like a mountain looking up, which makes him inexplicably feel the urge to bow down.

The eyes of the king sitting in the ice peak lit up, and there was a hint of cyan light, and then, a powerful divine sense swept towards Ron, and for a moment, Ron seemed to feel that his whole body was seen through, in front of this sitting giant, without reservation.

"Kid, your strength ...... It's not very strong...... But think about your age...... Not bad!"

The Lich King on the Frozen Throne retracted his gaze, and a wave of soul fluctuations came, which was regarded as affirming Ron's strength.

In fact, Ron is still quite confident in his own strength, except for not being able to defeat the Sky Dragon, far surpassing other godly powerhouses, after mastering the law of death, he once thought that he had become a god - at least infinitely close to a god! This kind of strength can only be judged by the Lich Crown and the "good" comment, you can imagine how strong the Lich King's real strength is.

Ron took a few deep breaths, calmed his excitement for a moment, and boldly asked, "Witch...... Lord Lich King...... Do you ...... Don't...... Is it really dead?"

The Lich King's eyes lit up under the mask, and he asked rhetorically, "What do you say?"

From this giant, Ron did not feel a trace of life, judging from the eyes of his necromancer, the Lich King was really dead, and now what remains, just like the death Jedi, is just a wisp of remnant soul, and even said, it is just a residual consciousness, this residual consciousness is not the same as the soul, if the Lich King's soul exists, there is no room for the sky dragon to scatter wild.

Ron wanted to say yes, but standing in front of this giant, he was a little skeptical, just the power of this remnant soul was also extremely powerful, even far beyond the sky dragon, he couldn't say the word, so he had to shake his head and say, "I don't know!"

"Huh!"

The Lich King laughed, "It's not that you don't know, but you don't dare to say it!"

"Death!what?as a necromancer...... A researcher of the soul...... There's no way you don't know...... The so-called death is just a cycle of "life...... Nothing lasts forever...... Even if it's a god, it's going to die......"

The Lich King said slowly, his tone filled with sadness.

"God, too?"

Ron's eyes widened, the giant in front of him subverted his previous perception, he had always thought that gods were immortal, he had never heard of gods dying, but then again, wasn't Noah a god? he was killed by the Sky Dragon.

"What is a god? is nothing more than a creature who has the power of the law, whether it is a human being...... Genie...... Or Warcraft...... They are all living beings, since they are living beings...... Even if they are beings who control the law, who says that they will not die...... It's all a process...... Child, you should understand such a simple truth!"

The Lich King was seductive, as if like his mentor, he had opened the door to the law of death, a higher level, and Ron listened carefully, not sparing a word, although he still didn't quite understand things like "reincarnation" and "process".

"So...... What does it matter if I am alive or dead? No matter how powerful God is...... No matter how powerful the legion is, it will eventually die!"

The Lich King's tone was calm without a hint of fluctuation, as a wisp of remnant soul, his body was dead, his soul was shattered, and the only meaning of existence was to speak to Ron, he had indeed waited too long, it had been a hundred thousand years.

Ron moved his mouth, he wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end, the giant in front of him who single-handedly created the glory of the Scourge Legion didn't need comfort at this time.

At this time, the Lich King's tone changed and became solemn, "However, although I am dead, the Scourge Legion cannot be destroyed, its existence is a benchmark, a banner, it is related to the life, dignity and living space of hundreds of millions of undead......

"The undead do not die, the Scourge does not perish, the banner of the Scourge will not fall because of my death, Ron, whether you want it or not, you must take up this heavy responsibility, the Scourge Legion...... It is the hope of all the undead!"

The Lich King raised his voice.

The Scourge Legion on the main plane has perished, at least in name only, yes, the Lich King single-handedly created the glory of the Scourge, but he also knows very well in his heart that the prestige of the Scourgeon Legion is the corpses of the undead and the accumulation of white bones, killing, conquering, slaughtering cities, destroying countries, the powerful Cataclysm army has stepped on every corner of the main plane, and all races and legions are trembling under the blood-colored skeleton battle flag of the Scourge, the glory of the past has created today's disaster.

The Lich King is a wise man, his eyes pierce the fog and see the unknown future, he has long expected that the decline of the Scourge Legion will cause violent upheaval and even reshuffling of the forces of the main plane, and the undead will naturally be affected by the time, and he needs a successor, a new leader, to protect the undead of the main plane.

This person is Ron.

Ron's cultivation of necromancy stood at the peak of the Noah Continent, until he unified the entire Noah Continent, it only took more than ten years, without his secret support behind him, it would not have been possible, his support was very simple, and it was also very direct, through the soul ring, directly giving Ron power.

It wasn't until today that Ron suddenly realized that every time he saved himself from an extreme crisis, there was the shadow of the Lich King behind him, and even Cheng Dù said that his mentor Huo Meilin was also a pawn buried by the Lich King, and his duty was to lead Ron on on the path of undead magic.

The cold wind blew on Ron's face like a knife, cold to the bone, but at this time his heart was warm, and he slowly raised his head, with a determined gaze flashing in his eyes.

"Dear Lich King! I ...... Ron...... Willing to take on this important responsibility, I solemnly swear with my life that the Scourge Legion ...... It will be restored to its former glory!"

"Good!"

The Lich King's eyes flickered under his cold steel mask, then dimmed.

"You...... Come on up!"

"Yes, my king!"

Ron bowed deeply, then lifted his feet and walked up the steps on the ice peak, a total of 9,999 steps, winding up around the iceberg.

With deep respect, Ron walked step by step on the steps of the iceberg, his steps were so firm and powerful, that the cold wind blew his robes and rolled like a black dragon......

At this time, the goose-feathered snow fell one after another, and the ground was covered with a layer of silver makeup.

It didn't take long for Ron to finally walk the 9,999 steps step by step to the Lich King's frozen throne, and he bowed his head deeply.

"Good!"

At this moment, the Lich King's eyes lit up strangely.

"Put on my mask and inherit my qiē!"

"Yes, my king!"

Ron bowed respectfully, and he slowly reached out his right hand as he slowly took the last few steps of the throne......

"Click...... Click......"

Strange to say, Ron's hand only lightly touched the frozen throne, and the ice on the throne that had been frozen for thousands of years actually cracked without warning, and the crack became bigger and bigger.

Then, with a "boom", the entire iceberg shook, as if it exploded, and the body of the Lich King on the Frozen Throne cracked apart, turning into thousands of ghosts, winding around the iceberg, and a sharp wail shook all directions.

The Lich King broke free from the shackles of his rotten flesh and revealed a huge soul phantrum, floating silently in the air, looking at Ron with a look of concern like fatherly love in his cold eyes.

"Kid...... I've been looking at you...... Watch you grow day by day...... Become a powerful undead...... A great hero, kid...... I believe in that too...... You have been careful in using your strength, but what is truly powerful is not just strength...... I sue you because I have a hunch...... My life is coming to an end, and you're ...... will be crowned king!"

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding......"

With a crisp sound, something as golden and iron rolled off the throne and fell to Ron's feet.

It was a delicate skeletal mask, with a hideous face, opening its bloody mouth like a ghost, and Ron quietly held it in the palm of his hand, feeling the vast power of death coming from the mask.

"Go, child, noble spirits, immortal spirits, faith in death, thirst for power, loyalty to evil, yearning for domination......"

"Put it on...... You are my heir and their king!"

Ron bowed deeply, and as he straightened up, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, he took a deep breath and slowly put the Lich King's mask on his head......

"Boom—"

There was a loud sound like the sky and the earth cracking, and in an instant, the whole world shook, and large blocks of ice fell like raindrops, and the powerful death divine power rolled up the ice and snow and threw it into the air, rising up clouds and mist, and the pillars of light falling from the sky wrapped countless souls, shouting...... In wailing......

Ron trembled, feeling the growing power coming from the Lich King's mask, filling the entire sea of knowledge, and the soul in the sea of knowledge let out a howl, I don't know if it was excitement or excitement.

In the crack of the iceberg, a small green worm writhed its small body in pain, and suddenly, a crack appeared on its back, and a pair of beautiful wings quietly stretched out from the broken shell, colorful......

In the sea of knowledge, a black ball slowly formed, which was a protective film, surrounding his soul and forming one with his soul, Ron already knew at this moment, this thing was called Godhead.

Ron, who has the godhead of death, unleashes its power without any scruples, the earth cracks, the sky collapses, and the vast ice and snow world is a scene of apocalypse.

"Boom...... Rumble......"

I don't know how long it took, the ice and snow world finally calmed down, Ron stood quietly in front of the frozen throne, his eyes closed, his face wearing a hideous and strange Lich King mask, and his body was wrapped in a layer of black gas, which was formed by countless ghosts.

The Lich King's soul shadow has vanished, and he has unloaded his 100,000-year mission and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

In front of the cold and frozen throne, a new king stood, like the rising sun, glowing with the luster of life.

"Whew-" There was a sound.

Without warning, a pair of blood-red eyes opened under the terrifying mask, and in an instant, the essence of light burst out.

"Start today...... I'm the Lich King!"