Otherworldly White Dragon Lord

The moment when the white light gathered into the adult form seemed to be swallowed up by the endless void, the atmosphere of darkness and death swarmed out and echoed in the entire hall of ice crystals. The cold and silent hall of ice crystals suddenly fell into death. Hell, the raging cold makes people feel like the soul is shaking.

The metal protective shoes pressed against the floor and made a heavy noise. Half of the men wearing armor covering the whole body were as if they were still alive, but they were like dead people. The once-bright blond hair had turned into a lifeless color of gray, and eyes glowed with blue flames. Or, it is no longer a flame but a soul fire emerging from the body.

The long sword exuding death and unknown breath easily pierced the entire ground made of steel and jade, holding the long sword with one hand and lying on the ground with one knee, and slightly lowering his head to express himself to Yalin above the throne. Respect.

"Yalin! My vow friend 片" For a moment the man's sender sounded like a dull voice from an unknown place: "It's time! I followed the agreement, and now we should join forces to purify this filthy world!"

Sitting on the throne, Yalin couldn't suppress the excitement and joy in his heart. Looking at the property panel of the summoning system, the potential of the S level made Yalin have to sigh that luck is too good, but this powerful special summon The author made Yalin a little tangled. However, if you ca n’t get along with it, Ulduar City is like a huge time bomb, on the contrary, Ulduar City can gather a huge army in a short time.

"Hehehehe, you are right, maybe it is time." Yalin replied in an excited mood. The huge risk is proportional to the benefits. As long as the limited resources are used, it may not be irreversible.

"Very good, so now let me summon the legion to completely clean up this filthy world."

The point of the sword pointed directly at the sky exudes a more terrible death force than before, and the souls trapped in it are mournfully sorrowful. The entire hall of ice crystals is like a boiling death **** at once, even the sunlight shining into the hall It also seemed to get cold at this moment.

不用 "Don't worry! My dear‘ Prince ’, a slave is waiting to swear allegiance to you.”

When Wu Yalin said here, an evil smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

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In a temporary dungeon in Ulduar, the consciousness of a dead man imprisoned in frost shackles was wandering the other side of his dream.

I was born in the family of noble soldiers from a young age. For the victory of the motherland and the glory of the family, the battlefield died, and the hide of horse leather. This is the final destiny of the family members, and it is also regarded as the highest glory! It is the greatest shame for a soldier to die on the battlefield without being killed on the battlefield.

I have always believed this without hesitation!

I received rigorous training from the elders from an early age, led the army to run for thousands of miles and reversed the defeat. The sword and sword flew across the flesh to defeat death, and battled with powerful fighters to defeat it and win glory. Until he ushered in the last battle of his life, when the empire collapsed, he did not flee, and he led the family ’s army to drain the last drop of blood in order to defend the empire king, but he died without facing even death. Regretfully, like the grandparents of the family, they are loyal to the family and the empire!

However, destiny made a joke with himself, but he who was supposed to sleep forever was awakened by the undead mage who used unknown methods to blaspheme the gods, knocked on the door of death and returned to life. Without extinction from the excitement and gratitude of death, he woke up again with only endless anger, blasphemed his family's glory, and blasphemed his loyalty. These undead mages have stained their lives forever.

But soon anger is replaced by sadness, and sadness turns into despair!

Time has passed for nearly a hundred years, but his own family has become a joke of the world. In order to defend the decaying royal family and the people, he died in vain for the persistence of the old system. He thought he was stubborn to obstruct the progress of the wheel of history. I used to believe that Everything completely collapsed, the proud that the glory was beaten by reality and has always become the world's joke.

You are not wrong, and your family is not wrong! It's just that the times are different, and the undead mage, who is stunned in the darkness, explains to himself.

Yes! It's just that times are different.

随之 Everything in the past collapses, returning to the world from the dead in the dead world, without faith, without ideals, without goals┉┉

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

Everything in the past has been abandoned by oneself, because if you cannot abandon the past, you cannot support the soul to continue to live in this world. The heavy burden will become the biggest culprit that crushes the soul. Even if you once became a warrior, you have become an undead. But the desire to fight still flows in the already cold body, the fragmented memory only remembers his own name but forgets his surname, and he lives on the island of 'Isolos' like many undead. Everyone uses the same Last names come to call each other into a group!

随之 Everything in the past disappears, and the undead dark warrior who was born only for fighting—Salvad Isolos—is born again!

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Opening his eyes violently, the fire of the soul, which was almost extinguished, was re-burned in Sandward's eyes, staring at the world that had almost nothing except the white snowy field, and the paused memory began to recover. Sunvald gradually remembered everything, and he fought with two powerful fighters one after another, finally defeated by the hand of a powerful fighter holding an amazingly large sword, and was then subject to some special imprisonment The souls were frozen, and only now finally woke up.

I moved my limbs, and Sandward felt that the injuries on his body had completely recovered, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. He was not shackled and restrained or imprisoned, and even his own weapons were set aside. All this made Sandward a little puzzled, did the other party release themselves?

Flicking his eyes to look at Sanlwad, he could not help frowning. There was an empty snow field all around. It was so wide as to reach the horizon and even the horizon. There was no reference to let him know the direction. Except for the roaring snow and snow, this is a world completely composed of ice and snow.

The sound from the stern space immediately made Sandward alert, and a man in heavy armor, also burning the fire of the soul, had appeared not far from Sandward.

"Undead? You are also an undead 桑" Sandward felt a little weird.

"Submit to me ┉┉" The unknown sword shining with a faint faint blue light pointed directly at Thrallwald. The man repeated his words, but the coldness of death was revealed in his tone.

At the moment of witnessing this long sword revealing a thick death and an unknown breath, Thrallwald's heart suddenly gave birth to the urge to kneel and worship, which was an indescribable feeling, just like the superior is born For the coercion of the lower classes, the soul in the body could not help feeling trembling.

"Submit to you?" Sandwal worked hard to suppress the shameful thought in his heart and raised the weapon in his hand: "delusion?"

"Poor bug ┉┉"

Striding forward, the unknown sword in the man's hand suddenly marked the trajectory of death, and Thrallwald surrounded by the trajectory of death strove to greet him, but the next moment, the consciousness and senses of the undead dark warrior were completely confused. Then, the body wearing the armor was hit by a huge impact and flew into the sky. The surrounding scenery was chaotic and chaotic. After a few seconds, Sunward fell on the ground and stirred up a thick layer of snow.

力量 This power is really terrible┉┉Compared to the mercenary warrior named Gus ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~, the opponent in front of him is an opponent far beyond his own level.

Barely supporting his body to stand up, Sunward had felt that three or four ribs in his chest had been broken, and the armor on his body was scarred as if he had been hit by a siege warhammer. He could almost make himself completely with just one blow. Loss of combat ability, and the most terrible thing is that while being hit by the long sword, his soul is being pulled out of the body as if it was approaching an invisible black hole.

Higher-level Necromancers, Undead Knights, Dread Knights, or the stronger Death Lord ┉┉Threewald's mind suddenly emerged these powerful undead names.

Just kidding! Even the warrior who can have the title of "death lord" on the island of undead 'Aesolos' is only one person. It is impossible for the undead warrior with such powerful power in his eyes to remain unknown, such a powerful undead warrior 'Aisolos' An invitation should have been sent to him.

不可能 "Impossible, who the **** are you?" After his transformation into an undead, Sandwad showed a rare expression of anger, raised his sword again to support the wailing figure again.

However the result is the same! And this time, the shattered lower body of Sandward could no longer stand up.

"Finally answer me now and submit to me ┉┉"

The sound of hollowness is like dead hell!

"Who the **** are you?"

"The Lich King Arthas Menethil, you will always be a loyal owner!"

Countless sorrowful souls swarmed out from the "Sorrow of Frost", screaming and hissing, and the entire snowy field was filled with the voice of the dead souls like **** on earth!

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