Otherworldly White Dragon Lord

Countless tortures are tearing the human body, not for torture, not for revenge, but for a single desire for pain! The strange evil swells from the light curtain and spreads to the surroundings. For ordinary people, I am afraid that they have already gone crazy in this terrible negative energy erosion. However, the Scourge is still intact. For the deceased, the pain is already forgotten, and the dead will not be afraid of death.

"Report your life! Demon!" Arthas, riding on the Skeletal Warhorse, stared down at the Demon Messenger in front of him, unmoved by the evil breath of the other.

The messenger dominated Alsace. The dominator of the undead army in front of him was an unexpectedly powerful existence. This power was probably above the demon of the Warlord level, at least reaching the level of the Grand Duke. Although it is surprising, this is the limit that mortals can reach after all. It is still a small existence in front of the demon.

"I'm just one of the nine demon masters in My Lord's Abyss who painfully dominates Mosta. I'm sorry the name doesn't make sense to me."

"Good ~ So soon I will let you not even need to exist." Arthas pointed Frostmour in his hand to the demon, and the Scourge around him instantly locked the other side.

The demon messenger is equally fearless, perhaps more frightening than the punishment of the death master: "If you do, you will lose a chance to gain great power."

"Say! What power are you referring to?"

Arthas had no interest in demons, but he did have a strong interest in power. Scourge now needs strength.

"You and your every move led by the Undead Army are under the watchful eye of the Lord. The most painful Lord Mosta appreciates everything your Undead Army has done in this country. Your enemy, whether this sad kingdom or the sky. The **** above is also the enemy of our Lord. But no matter how powerful you are, even if you give up your life and set foot in the realm of death, your power as a mortal is still limited. You cannot fight against attacks from above! "

The words of the demon angels are full of temptations. The former Lich King Arthas may have been furious in the face of such words that doubt his power, but after witnessing a miracle of the **** of the earth, Arthas also understood that the world has Many unknown powerful beings, at least for the moment, as the demons in front of them say, the Scourge can't hurt the gods above the sky.

"Keep talking!"

The demon messenger smiled lowly. Since the undead in front dared to attack the area sheltered by the gods, it was naturally hostile to the holy servant of the gods. In any case, this powerful army of undead and its rulers should be used by the master: "We have common enemies with each other. My Lord can give you great gifts, everything you hate, whether it is this holy capital or the sky The gods will fall, and the entire earth will fall into your hands, and all this requires is that you dedicate your body and mind to the great pain to dominate Mosta! "

A cold cold wind hung in the army of the undead. Arthas covered with his helmet by his helmet stared at the demon angel in front of him like a ridiculous clown.

"Hahaha ~ Is that what you want to say?"

"You should make a wise decision. The power of the abyss is an existence that you cannot imagine. Our Lord is both a fixed existence and a fixed point!"

Dedicate your body and mind to the demon master in exchange for his gift? Arthas narrowed his eyes, for a long time no one dared to say such things in front of himself, demon! ? Ridiculous existence!

"kill him!"

what! ? For a while, the demon messenger wondered if he heard something wrong. But the actions of the Scourge that surrounded him immediately made him understand that he had heard correctly!

Kansas lifted his staff with a grin, and the mist suddenly rose around him. Numerous miserable ghosts circled around Kansas. Everything he ripped to pieces was broken by the soul. Opened to the point where the jaw was almost torn, the sharp roaring sound came out of the roll with a terrible sound wave, and the skeleton soldiers surrounding it were like a model of a sand pile turned into ashes under the sound wave. For a while, the ghost called by Kansas was scattered by the sound waves.

"What an awful song ~ let me teach you what a magnificent chorus is!" Karthus opened his mouth fanatically, and the breath of death swept across the surrounding indiscriminately.

The demon messenger suddenly felt the idea of ​​retreat when he saw the situation was not good. The undead army dominator in front of him was an invincible opponent. I did not expect that a lich beside him had such amazing strength. However, when the messenger had just turned around and wanted to return to the light curtain, Frost's sorrow would run through his body from the back. In the opponent's fierce scream, Arthas lifted the demon messenger stabbed on the sword.

"You, stupid guy, you dare to refuse!" The messenger has found that this epee with a strange smell of death is corrupting his soul.

On the side, Karthus looked at the devil with a low smile and said, "Ah ~ what a ridiculous clown is performing a funny trick in front of His Majesty. It ’s just that the clown seems a little ecstatic, so he needs to tap to make the clown understand his identity, Hey hey hey "

Arthas referred the demon messenger to his eyes, scorned in a voice comparable to the cold wind of the base: "The clown! Yes ~ It is indeed a clown who knows nothing about the sky. Your death will bring a message to your master. Neither the gods nor the demons can stop the pace of death. "

Frostmourne increased its strength at this time, and Arthas' pupils under the helmet also burned blue sparks. An unprecedented power broke out. Arthas and the Twisted Nether vie for the fallen demon soul, and was destined to fall. Souls that enter the twisted void cannot be saved, even the gods cannot do it. Only by destroying the souls of the fallen together can they be prevented from falling into the twisted void and enslaved by demons forever. If this is a rule brought by the law of the interface, then Arthas walking out of the summoning system ignores the existence of this rule. With the frost mourning, the corrupted demon angel has stopped mourning, and his eyes and mouth began to shine. The faint blue soul fire and the suction from the twisted void gradually subsided.

At the same time, it was in a plane in the Twisting Nether, and penetrated every corner of the plane with an extremely angry roar!

Pain dominates Mosta's huge cricket's body twisting, innumerable painful souls are imprisoned in this huge plane, and it seems that this cave, which has been stained with blood by the blood, has a large variety of various things. Such torture devices, from huge torture racks to tiny penetrating steel nails, can be said to have all imaginable terrorist torture devices in the entire world history.

Mosta's cruel and cruel demon slaves are torturing these souls with strange and cruel torture, pleasing the moody master with their wailing and screaming and avoiding being sent to torture.

"Stupid, you dare to refuse my gift, sad bug, you still want to take my slave from my hands!" Mosta's sharp voice was as uncomfortable as countless running gears.

The demon-dominated anger is extremely furious at this moment. Mosta can feel that the soul of the slave sent by him is getting out of his bondage. Although this is incredible, it is indeed true. The undead has a way to break the law of the interface. The rules take away souls that belong to the twisted void.

"You rest! Bugs, no one can take a soul from here, not even a god!"

Mosta oscillates like a sickle-like arm, painful eyes shine with blood-red light, and the power of the abyss is forcibly poured into the soul that will be completely out of control with the will of Mosta. The demonic messenger, who was about to be completely corrupted before Alsace, suddenly shocked. The red soul glow suddenly appeared in the blue soul fire, and the messenger sent out an amazing mourning. The whole body began to be covered with blood-red cracks. A powerful force can't suppress even the frost's sorrow.

Huh! !!

In an instant ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The body of the demon messenger exploded like a blown-out balloon, and not only the soul was instantly shattered. The flesh and blood flew off even the unprepared Arthas. All this came so suddenly, even Arthas did not expect that the demon master in the abyss could destroy his servant's body in this case.

Seeing that the previous efforts were broken into pieces, Arthas was also very angry: "Poor thing, do you think you can challenge the dignity of the Lich King! Stupid, demon in the near future you will do what you do today There is a heavy price to pay, no one can escape the fate of death, and even the devil cannot do it. "

Both are losers to Pain Master Mosta and Lich King Arthas, but at the moment in the Twisting Nether, there are a pair of eyes watching all of them, among them the killing Lord Are, who is the head of the nine Lords. Gusuo was fiddleting with the box in his hand while watching Arthas in anger.

It was not long before Areguso muttered to himself: "No one can escape death. Yeah, you cannot escape death, sad undead!" (To be continued ...)

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