Frostmourne, a sword of evil and darkness with the power of the Lich King, can seduce its user to surrender to the darkness and thirst for power even more.
And strength, for Frostmourne.
Comes from killing.
The faint blue light wrapped around the Ice God of War as he held it.
At that moment, this legendary strongman suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Frostmourne in his hand.
"As expected, it is an evil artifact. It actually needs to kill living creatures and absorb their souls to increase its power. Moreover, in order to fully exert the power of this weapon, it actually has to turn the host into an undead spirit."
The Ice God of War had a look of struggle in his eyes.
But his hand was completely attracted by Frostmourne, and he held the sword hilt firmly, never relaxing for a moment.
"Master, will he resist the temptation of Frostmourne?" The demon hunter looked at Bai Yunfei on the throne and asked in a low voice.
"An Xin, he can't resist it. As long as he still has the pursuit of power in his heart, he can't put down that weapon. However, if he doesn't put it down, his mind will fall step by step, and his body will also
Gradually turn into undead creatures." Bai Yunfei said softly.
"However, Frostmourne is indeed worthy of the fact that I spent most of the magic crystals and divine power points as well as the few precious materials found on the earth."
"Not only can it achieve the effect of improving the host's attributes by absorbing souls, but it also comes with level 1 damage blood sucking (absorbing the opponent's blood to restore itself), level 1 tearing wounds (making the opponent bleed endlessly), and level 3 evil aura (increased
Attack speed and life recovery speed), level 3 evil contract (extracting the life of the undead to restore itself)."
"Such an artifact, I believe it will not let me down"
Below, the town has been reduced to ruins.
The frost dragon guard anxiously hovered near the Ice God of War.
"What should I do? Your Highness actually holds such an evil weapon?" the guards shouted.
"Where's the high priest? Go and contact the high priest!" Seeing the struggling Ice God of War, a surviving officer shouted loudly.
"The high priest is on his way," the guards replied anxiously.
Huh~ As a cold wind blew, the first person to arrive in this small town was not the high priest from the north, but the legendary strongman from the Essia Empire.
It was a legendary assassin named Black Thorn. He stood on the mountain, saw the changes in the town, and felt the evil atmosphere in the air. The Black Thorn whispered: "What a powerful evil."
Breath, could it be that the legendary Demon King actually appeared here?"
"Hey, the strong man in the north, the cold god of war?"
"What's wrong is that the assassin of the Adventurer's Guild is the Black Thorn." The guards on the back of the frost dragon roared and rushed over regardless of the difference in strength. They knew in their hearts that if this guy leaked the fact that His Highness obtained the evil artifact
, I’m just afraid that the northern border will become the public enemy of the entire continent.
"The God of War Guard Frost Dragon Knight in the Northern Temple?" Although Black Thorn is not a legendary peak powerhouse, he is also a mid-level legendary powerhouse. According to the levels of the God Realm, he is also a legend who has reached around level 85-90.
It is definitely not something that a saint who is not even level 81 can resist.
Swish
The black thorn figure flashed, and when it reappeared in the air, it turned into hundreds of black figures. They all rushed towards the frost dragon, and the daggers with cold light in their hands turned into lines of blue fighting spirit.
Skill, when the hundreds of figures reunited and returned to the ground, the two dragon knights in the sky, along with the giant dragons under them, exploded into brilliant blood flowers, turning into blood rain and falling down below.
.
"Under the rain of blood, stepping on the bloody road, spreading black death, may my black thorns pierce your throats, so that you, like the thorn birds, can sing the last peerless voice."
The black thorns, stepping on the bloody water, slowly walked towards the cold war god.
His eyes looked at the evil magic weapon - Frostmourne.
Just like Frostmourne's temptation to the Ice God of War, Black Thorn was also tempted.
At that moment, Black Thorn even thought that as long as he got that weapon, he would become a god.
This kind of temptation, coupled with the weak posture of the Ice God of War at this time, actually made this assassin bold and attempted to challenge the legendary peak powerhouse.
"Well..." The Ice God of War suddenly turned back and looked at the black thorns. Although his eyes were angry, there was also a hint of helplessness.
He was hesitating, hesitating whether to completely pull out Frostmourne for the sake of strength.
He doesn't want to become an undead, he doesn't want to incarnate into darkness, and he doesn't want to become a heretic in the eyes of everyone in the future, relying on killing to increase his strength.
But... when one of his subordinates died tragically in front of the assassin. Power and desire for power, like a raging flame, quickly ignited the whole body of this cold war god.
"Choke~~" The majestic body of the Ice God of War suddenly stood up, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly pulled out the entire sword body of Frostmourne.
"Ouch~~" He raised the Ice War God of Frostmourne and roared at his opponent, a roar filled with sadness and despair.
"Damn it!" The black thorn suddenly retreated a hundred meters, but was still blown away by the burst of air. He couldn't help but let out a low voice, gathered his mind, and disappeared into the air in stealth.
"That artifact is mine." With a swish, the assassin appeared behind the Ice-cold God of War with a flash of blue light, and stabbed the Ice-cold God of War with his dagger.
"Bang~" The dagger pierced the heart of the Ice-Cold God of War without any hindrance.
This makes Black Thorn very excited. No matter how powerful the strong man is, he should be unable to resist after his heart is destroyed.
However, the Ice-cold God of War turned around as if nothing was wrong, and quickly grabbed his wrist with his right hand.
Don't wait for Black Thorn to react.
Frostmourne had been picked up by the cold war god's left hand and cut off the assassin's right wrist.
"Ah~" The assassin who retreated suddenly looked at his wrist and screamed. The pain caused by Frostmourne was not just on his body. At that moment, the assassin felt that he was not only cut off on his wrist.
Cut off, even the soul seems to have been partially cut off
Blood flowed uncontrollably from the wound.
When it fell to the ground, it turned into a faint blood mist, which was absorbed by the ice-blue sword Frostmourne in the hand of the cold God of War. Then, under the witness of the assassin, the short sword inserted into the heart of the cold God of War snapped.
With a sound, the muscles pulled him out of his body and fell to the ground.
But the body of the cold war god returned to normal, and the wound didn't even have a scar.
"Huhu"
The Ice God of War raised Frostmourne, and his eyes became as white as icebergs.
The first time Frostmourne drank blood, it brought him an extremely refreshing pleasure, but at the same time, it was also slowly transforming his body.
"kill"
Bang, the Ice God of War kicked the ground violently, creating a sonic boom in an instant. The high speed brought about by this instant burst made the black thorns have no time to react, and was penetrated by the Frostmourne of the Ice God of War.
"Ah" The black thorns grabbed the shoulders of the Ice God of War in disbelief, but they couldn't stop themselves. All the life force in their bodies was absorbed by that weird magic sword.
"No..." The body of the black thorn began to wither like a tree, and finally turned into a rotten skeleton, falling to the cold ground with a snap.
"Ahhhh~" The Ice-cold God of War easily killed a legend, but he let out a roar of grief and anger.
He recovered from the trauma he had suffered in the Imperial Capital, and because he killed the assassin, Frostmourne got a chance to upgrade.
The power of Frostmourne also makes it more powerful.
However, in contrast, the Ice God of War could feel that his heart was more violent and impulsive than ever before, and he was more eager for power and eager to kill.
"Your Highness" the high priest flew down from the sky.
I saw the corpses of the guards, and also saw Frostmourne in the hands of the Ice God of War.
"Your Highness, you cannot pick up this evil artifact, it will corrupt your soul."
"No sacrifice." The Ice God of War pinned Frostmourne on his back and whispered: "I need him now. I must rely on him to defeat the Demon King. This is my only chance, my only chance.
"
"Your Highness~" The high priest's face turned pale. He also felt the breath of Alsace in the sky that had not dissipated for a long time. Combined with the evil artifact, the high priest couldn't help but said: "Could it be that the devil is really resurrected?"
"No, if this is the Demon King's artifact, Your Highness, you cannot use it."
"I know...but it's already too late." The Ice God of War clenched his fists and took a deep breath of the cold air: "I can feel the torture this artifact brings to my soul and body, but...
...I have no choice, even if everyone abandons me, even if everyone doesn't understand me, I still... need it. I need its power to protect the entire northern territory."
"Your Highness..." The high priest was half-kneeling on the ground and was about to swear allegiance.
"you……"
"Bang" the high priest's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the big sword that suddenly pierced his chest.
This unexpected incident made him look at the Ice War God in surprise.
"I'm sorry...my dear friend." The Ice God of War whispered, "I know you can't support me."
"However, I need your status and the strength of the entire Northern Territory to support me until...I become a god."
"You are wrong, my friend." The high priest vomited blood and stared at the Ice God of War. He did not resist the opponent's attack, but only smiled bitterly: "This is the devil's conspiracy, this is the devil's temptation."
"You...have fallen."
"Yes, I have fallen." The Ice God of War nodded and pulled out Frostmourne.
The power of ice turned the high priest into an ice sculpture.
"But this is the only chance in the north..."
The Ice God of War looked at the high priest's ice sculpture and suddenly turned back to look at the surviving soldiers in the distance.
They are all the best soldiers in the North, the best warriors, and the most heroic men in the North.
But...they saw the fall of the God of War.
This is not allowed.
Frostmourne, this day is destined to drink blood.
Facing the legend, facing a legendary peak powerhouse holding an evil artifact.
The remaining hundreds of warriors and thousands of civilians were slaughtered by their guardians in just a few minutes.
After doing all this, the Ice-cold God of War ran back to the North City as quickly as possible.
He wants to turn the entire Northern Territory into a restricted area before the magic message comes, and keep all the warriors, mages, and frost dragons firmly in his hands. Only in this way can he have a chance to continue to be strong.
Because... without an army, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot resist the siege of dozens of legends and hundreds of thousands of troops.
