Chapter 145

At the moment when the white light gathered in the adult form, it seemed to be swallowed up by the endless void. The breath of darkness and death immediately swarmed out and echoed in the whole ice crystal hall. The originally cold and silent ice crystal hall immediately fell into the hell of death. The raging cold made people feel as if their souls were trembling.

The metal protective shoes pressed on the floor and made a heavy noise. Half of the men dressed in armor seemed to be alive, but like the dead. The once bright blonde hair had turned into lifeless gray color, and the eyes were emitting a blue flame, or it was not a fire, but a soul fire emerging from the body.

The long sword with the smell of death and uncertainty easily pierced the ground made of steel and jade. He held the long sword with both hands and lay on the ground on one knee, slightly lowering his head to express his respect to Yalin on the throne.

"Yalin! My sworn friend" for a moment, the man sounded like a dull voice from an unknown region: "the time has come! I have come according to the agreement. Now it's time for us to work together to purify this' dirty 'world!"

Sitting on the throne, Yalin couldn't suppress the excitement and joy in his heart. Looking at the attribute panel of the summoning system, Yalin had to sigh that his luck was really great, but this powerful special Summoner made Yalin a little tangled. However, if you can't get along well with it, the city of odur is like a huge time bomb. On the contrary, the city of odur can gather a huge army in a short time.

"Hehe, you're right. Maybe it's time." Yalin restrained his excitement and replied that the huge risk is directly proportional to the benefits. As long as he makes good use of his limited resources, it may not be irreversible.

"Well, now let me summon the Legion and completely wipe out the dirty world."

The sword tip pointing directly to the sky exudes a more terrible force of death than before. Countless souls imprisoned in it howl bitterly. The whole ice crystal hall is like a boiling hell of death. Even the sunshine shining into the hall seems to become cold at this moment.

"Don't worry! My dear prince, before that, a servant was waiting to swear allegiance to you."

When Yalin said this, an evil smile came out of the corner of his mouth.

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In a temporary dungeon in the city of odur, the consciousness of a dead man imprisoned by frost shackles is wandering on the other side of the dream.

He was born in an aristocratic military family since childhood. For the victory of the motherland and the glory of the family, he died in battle and died in a horse's clothes. This is the ultimate fate of family members and is regarded as the highest glory! It is the greatest shame for a soldier to die in bed instead of dying on the battlefield.

I have always believed this without hesitation!

He received strict training from his elders when he was young. He led the army to attack thousands of miles to reverse the victory and defeat. He broke the death in the flying of blood and flesh, fought with powerful soldiers and won glory. Until I ushered in the last battle in my life, I didn't flee when the Empire collapsed. I led the family army to shed the last drop of blood in order to protect the imperial king, but I died without regret even in the face of death, just like the ancestors of the family for loyalty to the family and the Empire!

However, fate played a joke on himself. He should have fallen into a deep sleep forever, but he was awakened. The necromancer who used an unknown method to blaspheme the gods knocked on the door of death and let himself return to the world. Without getting rid of the excitement and gratitude of death, he woke up again. He had only endless anger, which desecrated the glory of his family and his loyalty. These necromancers stained his life with a stain that can never be washed away.

But soon anger was replaced by sadness, and sadness turned into despair!

After nearly a hundred years, his family has become a joke of the world. In order to defend the decadent royal family against the people and die in vain for the survival of the old system, he thinks he is stubborn to obstruct the progress of the wheel of history, Proud glory is the powder of reality and has always become the laughing stock of the world.

You are not wrong, nor is your family! It's just that the times have changed. In the dark, the necromancer explained to himself.

you 're right! It's just that times have changed.

Everything in the past collapses and returns to the world from the identity of the dead world, without faith, ideal and goal

Like many lost souls, I came to the shelter of the dead, the holy land of the lost soul, which is located on a floating island in the depths of the endless sea, the island of the dead - isolos!

Everything in the past has been abandoned by yourself, because if you can't abandon the past, you can't support the soul to continue to maintain in this world. The heavy burden will become the biggest culprit for crushing the soul. Even if you used to be a soldier have turned into a dead soul, your desire to fight still flows in your already cold body, Fragmented memories only remember their own names, but forget their surnames. Like many undead, they inhabit the island of isolos. Everyone uses the same surname to call each other and merge into a group!

All the past disappeared, and the dark warrior of the dead, sanrwad isolos, born only for battle, was born again!

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Suddenly opened his eyes, the soul fire in sanerwald's eyes, which was almost extinguished, burned again. He looked at the world with almost nothing around except a vast white snow field. The paused memory began to recover here. Sanerwald gradually recalled everything. He fought with two powerful soldiers one after another, Finally, he was defeated by the hand of the powerful soldier holding a huge sword with amazing volume. Then he was imprisoned by some special kind. Even his soul was frozen. Until now, he finally woke up.

After moving his limbs for a while, sanerwade felt that his injury had completely recovered, and he didn't seem to feel anything wrong. He was not bound by shackles and restraints, nor was he subjected to imprisonment magic. Even his weapons were put aside. All this makes sanerwald a little puzzled. Did the other party release himself?

Looking at sanerwade, he could not help frowning. There was an empty snow field around him, which was so wide that the horizon was even between heaven and earth. There was no reference for him to identify the direction. In addition to the roaring wind and snow, this is a completely 'no' world composed of ice and snow.

The sound from the space immediately alerted sanerwald. The man with heavy armor and the same soul fire in his eyes had appeared not far from sanerwald.

"The undead? You are also the undead." sanlward felt a little incredible.

"Surrender to me" the unknown sword shining with a faint blue light pointed directly at sanerwad. The man repeated his words, but his tone revealed the ice cold like death.

At the moment of witnessing this long sword with a strong smell of death and uncertainty, sanerwad suddenly had an impulse to kneel down and worship. It was an unspeakable feeling, just like the superior's natural pressure on the lower class, which made the soul in his body tremble.

"Surrender to you?" Sanerwade tried to suppress the shameful idea in his heart and raised his weapon: "delusion?"

"Poor bug"

Striding forward, the unknown sword in the man's hand immediately marked the path of death. Sanerwad, surrounded by the path of death, raised his sword to meet him. However, the next moment, the consciousness and senses of the dark warrior of the dead were completely confused. The body wearing armor was hit by the huge impact and flew to the sky, and the surrounding scenery was in chaos, After a few seconds, sanlward fell to the ground, causing a thick layer of snow.

This power is really terrible. Compared with the previous mercenary soldier named Gus, the opponent in front of him is an opponent far beyond his own level.

Barely supporting his body to stand up, sanerwald felt that three or four ribs in his chest had been broken, and his armor was as scarred as if it had been beaten by the siege hammer. He almost lost his fighting ability with just one blow, and the most terrible thing was when he was hit by the long sword, Your soul is like approaching an invisible black hole to be pulled out of your body.

The names of these powerful undead suddenly came to sanlward's mind.

make fun of! Even on the island of the dead 'isolos', there is only one soldier who can have the title of' death Lord '. The dead soldier with such a powerful force in front of him cannot be unknown. Such a powerful dead soldier' isolos' should have sent an invitation to him long ago.

"No way. Who the hell are you?" Sanerwald showed a rare expression of anger after turning into the dead, raised his long sword again, and supported the figure with a wailing voice to fight again.

But the result is the same! This time, sanerwald, whose lower body was fragmented, could no longer stand up.

"Now finally answer me and submit to me"

The empty voice comes from the dead hell!

"Who are you?"

"Arthas minehill, Lich King, you will always be loyal to your master!"

Countless flying and Howling souls swarmed out of the 'Frostmourne', screaming and screaming. The whole snow field was like hell on earth, full of the cries of the dead!