Otherworldly White Dragon Lord

The metal protective shoes pressed on the floor and made a heavy sound. The man in the armor half of his body seemed to be alive but like a dead man. The once brilliant blonde hair has turned into a lifeless gray color. His eyes glowed with blue flames. , Or that it is no longer a flame but the fire of the soul emerging from the body.

The long sword exuding the breath of death and unknown easily pierced the ground made of steel and jade. He held the long sword in both hands and lay on one knee on the ground, slightly lowered his head to express himself to Yalin who was on the throne. Tribute.

"Yahlin! My swearing friend┉┉" For a moment, the man who made the voice sounded like a dull voice from an unknown area: "The time has come! I followed the agreement. Now we should join hands to purify this'filthy' world!"

Sitting on the throne, Yalin could hardly 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 had to sigh that it was great luck, but this powerful special summon The writer made Yalin a little bit tangled.However, if you can’t get along well with it, Ulduar City is like being buried with a huge time bomb. On the contrary, Ulduar City can gather a huge army in a short time.

"Hahaha┉┉You are right, maybe it's time." Yalin replied, restraining his excitement. The huge risks are proportional to the benefits. As long as the limited resources are used well, the status quo may not be irreversible.

"Very good, then let me summon a legion now to completely smooth out this filthy world."

The tip of the sword pointed at the sky exuded a more terrifying force of death than before, and countless souls imprisoned in it wailed miserably. The entire hall of ice crystals suddenly looked like a boiling death hell, even the sunlight that entered the hall. It also seemed to become cold at this moment.

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

When Yalin said this, an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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In a temporary dungeon in Ulduar City, the consciousness of a dead man confined by frost shackles is wandering beyond the dream.

Born in a family of aristocrats and soldiers since childhood, for the victory of the motherland and the glory of the family, to die on the battlefield, this is the final destiny of the family members, and it is also regarded as the highest glory!A soldier did not die on the battlefield but died on the bed. This is the greatest shame for the soldier.

I have always believed in this without hesitation!

He received the rigorous training from his elders since he was a child, and led the army to fight for thousands of miles to reverse the victory.Until the last battle in my life, I did not flee when the empire collapsed. I led the family’s army to defend the empire and shed the last drop of blood, but even in the face of death, I died. Regrets┉┉ Just like the ancestors of the family for generations to respect the family and the empire!

However, destiny made a joke with him, but he who should have fallen asleep forever was awakened, and the necromancer, who used an unknown method to blaspheme the gods, knocked on the door of death and returned him to the world.Without leaving the excitement and gratitude of death, regaining himself with endless anger, blaspheming the glory of his family, blaspheming his loyalty, these necromancers have stained his life with a stain that can never be washed away.

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

Nearly a hundred years passed by,

You are not wrong, and your family is not wrong!It's just that the times are different. The Necromancer explained to himself in the dark.

That's right!It's just that the times are different.

Everything in the past collapsed, and I returned to the world from the identity of the dead in the dead world, without faith, without ideals, without goals┉┉

Just like many lost souls, I came to the sanctuary of the undead, the holy land of lost souls, located on a floating island in the depths of the endless sea, the island of the undead-Isolos!

Everything in the past has been abandoned by myself, because if you cannot abandon the past, you will not be able to support the soul to continue to maintain in this world. The heavy burden will become the biggest culprit that crushes the soul. Even if you used to be a warrior, you have turned into a dead soul. But the obsession of longing for battle still flows in the already cold body, the fragmented memory only remembers his own name but forgotten the last name, and inhabits the island of'Isolos' like so many undead, everyone uses the same one The surnames come to call each other into a group!

Everything in the past disappeared, and the undead dark warrior who was only born to fight-Sunvard Esolos-was reborn!

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He opened his eyes violently, and the soul fire that was almost extinguished in Sunward’s eyes rekindled, staring at the world with almost nothing except the white snowfield. The memory of pause began to recover. Sunvard gradually recalled everything. He fought two powerful fighters one after another. Finally, he was defeated by the powerful fighter holding a huge sword, and then he was subjected to a special imprisonment. The soul was frozen, and it was only now that it finally awoke.

After moving his limbs, Sunward felt that his injuries had been completely recovered, and he did not seem to feel anything wrong. He was not restrained by shackles and restraints, and was not subjected to imprisonment magic. Even his own weapon was placed aside.All this makes Sunward a little puzzled, did the other party release himself?

Looking dazzlingly, Sunward could not help but frown in secret, surrounded by an empty snowfield, wide enough to reach the horizon between the sky and the earth, and there was no reference to let him discern the direction.Except for the howling wind and snow, this is a world made up of ice and snow that is completely in'nothing'.

<Submitted to the will of the Lich King, servant!>

The sound coming from the space immediately made Sonvard alert, and the man wearing heavy armor and the fire of the soul in his eyes had appeared not far from Sonvard.

"Undead? You are also an undead ┉┉" Sunward felt a little strange.

"Surrender to me┉┉" The sword of unknown shining with a faint blue light pointed directly at Sunward, and the man repeated his own words, but his tone was as cold as death.

At the moment when he witnessed this long sword that revealed a strong breath of death and uncertainty, Sunward's heart suddenly developed the urge to kneel down and worship. It was an indescribable feeling, just like a superior person. The coercion of the lower classes was so common that the soul in the body could not help feeling trembling.

"Surrender to you?" Sunward tried hard to suppress the shameful thought in his heart and raised the weapon in his hand: "A delusion?"

"Poor bug┉┉"

Striding forward, the unidentified sword in the man’s hand immediately traced the path of death, and Sunvard, surrounded by the path of death, struggling to greet him with his sword, but the next moment, the consciousness and senses of the undead dark warrior were completely confused. The armored body was hit by a huge impact and flew into the sky. The surrounding scenery was spinning in chaos. After a few seconds, Sunward fell to the ground and aroused a thick layer of white snow.

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

Reluctantly supporting his body to stand up, Sunvard already felt that the ribs in his chest had broken three or four, and the armor on his body was scarred as if he had been hit by a siege hammer. Just a single blow almost made himself completely Losing the ability to fight, and the most terrifying thing was that while being hit by that long sword, his soul was about to be drawn out of the body as if it had approached an invisible black hole.

Higher-level necromancers, necromancers, fear knights, or even stronger death lords ┉┉Sonvard suddenly came up with these powerful names.

joke!Even the warrior on the island of the undead that can hold the title of'Death Lord' is only one person. The undead warrior with such a powerful force in front of him cannot be unknown. Such a powerful undead warrior'Isolos' The invitation should have been sent to him long ago.

"Impossible, who are you?" After turning into an undead, Sunward showed a rare expression of anger, raised his long sword again to support the screaming figure and faced it again.

However, the result is the same!And this time Sunward, whose lower body was shattered, could no longer stand up.

"Now answer me finally, surrender to me┉┉"

The hollow sound comes from the deadly hell!

"Who on earth are you┉┉?"

"The Lich King Arthas Menethil, the master you will always be loyal to!"

Countless howling souls swarmed out from Frostmourne, screaming and neighing, and the entire snowy field was like hell on earth, filled with the voice of dead souls!

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