Lich

To be honest, Banehollow's words are indeed a little hurtful. They are players who cheat with krypton gold and have plug-ins. Demon Hunter people have worked hard to train Execute demons, and overcome the morality of life, and eat the flesh and blood of demons to gain strength, but in their eyes, it is nothing. 👑💙 💣🐻

Not only are all the efforts in vain, but even the results of the efforts are illusory. No matter how good a civilian player is, if you beat me, I can still come countless times, and I can also hack your account. If you have the authority, you can do whatever you want. With such a ridicule on your face, Felornas couldn't even refute, and was frozen there for a moment.

"Can I ask you about your inner feelings now?" Zul'ra looked at Banehollow's vicious and do-it-yourself expression, tilted his head and asked Felornas.

"I don't know what words to use to explain my feelings now!" Felornas's face gradually became gloomy, even a little depressed. He could not find an adjective to describe his feelings.

"It's normal, just look away." Zul'ra's comfort was very insincere, but no matter how sincere the comfort was, it couldn't help Felornas.

"I don't believe it. There is no chance to kill these guys completely." Felornas looked at Banehollow, a little anger ignited in his heart, but before it could explode, he was interrupted by a hand tapping on his shoulder.

"Seriously, you will lose. You don't have 10,000 chances to start over. As long as you fail once, you are finished, Felornas." Zul'ra shook his head at Felornas.

"But, is there no way to deal with the Legion?" Felornas felt a little desperate in his heart. Although he felt that he should not be so desperate, the fact made him feel chilling.

"Who said no? Didn't you hear that I was chatting with him just now? They were able to resurrect mainly because the true soul mark was left in a place called Mardum. I think that as long as we kill them in that world, they will not be able to resurrect again." Zul'ra raised his eyebrows, which made the dark clouds in Felornas's heart slightly clear.

"Do you know where Mardum is?" Banehollow's expression became strange, which made the clouds that were about to disperse in Felornas's heart freeze.

"It was built by the fallen Titans. It was a prison that used to hold us. That place has long been shattered. The fragments of the world are scattered throughout Twisting Nether. The army of the Burning Legion has traveled across the world. We are the end of the world. Countless races have tried to fight against us, but they..."

As Banehollow spoke, the green flames in his eyes began to sway, and the shadows behind him expanded rapidly. However, when he saw Zul'ra with an extremely calm expression, his words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

"Mardum has been destroyed?" Felornas looked at Dreadlords who stood up and posed, and his momentum became as wild as a wave, but then stopped abruptly. He couldn't help but look at Zul'ra with some suspicion. Mardum had been destroyed. So why are these demons still so rampant? Isn't the speculation of the demon's resurrection a bit wrong?

"Obviously, there is another reason. My guess is correct, but he didn't say the reason, but when I think about it, did you use this method to create Lich King?" Zul'ra suddenly thought of something. Is Lich King like a demon, attaching his true soul to an item, thereby gaining the ability to be reborn continuously.

"Yes, Lich's transformation ceremony is to put the mark of the true soul into a certain material, so that they can obtain immortal bodies. The object where their lives are entrusted is also their life box." Banehollow readily confessed Undead's weakness, because Undead has now betrayed Legion and is the existence he wants to eliminate.

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"You know this spell, right?" Zul'ra squinted his eyes slightly.

"Understood, do you want to listen? I can teach you!" Banehollow looked at Zul'ra, and couldn't help but come up with bad ideas in his heart. How come he doesn't understand spiritualism? You have to know the famous Frostmourne, but it was forged by Nathrezim. That magic sword can be said to be one of the highest peaks of spiritualism, not inferior to Lich King made by Kil'jaeden.

"Hmm." Zul'ra nodded. It was natural to learn this. He was not interested in transforming himself into a skeleton, but he was very interested in transforming himself into other things.

"Master..." Banehollow saw Zul'ra nodding, and then looked at the sword on his waist without any strangeness, and couldn't help but the thoughts in his heart quickly overflowed. The sword didn't respond. He had a bad idea in his heart just now, but the sword didn't respond. He was telling the truth. Yes, he said it on his own initiative. The oath to the sword can be bypassed, as long as he takes the initiative to tell the truth instead of passively answering questions.

"What bad ideas are you thinking of?" Zul'ra raised his head and asked Banehollow.

"No..." Banehollow shook his head subconsciously, but his spirit was instantly stimulated. Before he could recover, he received a slap on the face so hard that his whole body flew away. If the devil's body wasn't hard enough, this slap would have been enough to blow his head off.

Zul'ra stood up and stared coldly at Dreadlords who flew away. Dreadlords got up in panic, ignoring the black substance like asphalt coming out of his eyes, and ran away quickly.

"Why are you running? Are you still thinking of bad ideas?" Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords who was about to run away. He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and reached out to pull out the cold light sword from his waist. As long as he dared to run, he would throw the sword out immediately.

"No, no, no." Even though Banehollow was scolding him in his heart, he had to stand still and did not dare to answer the question directly. He just begged for mercy. Facing this Trolls, he couldn't die even if he wanted to, and he couldn't survive even if he wanted to.

"Come here, from this moment on today, you are not allowed to leave my sight." Zul'ra pointed his sword at Dreadlords, asking him to stand in front of him honestly, and set rules for him. As long as this guy has a chance, he will definitely take risks and try to trick himself, so he has to be careful.

"Yes." Banehollow stopped feeling bad in his heart and didn't bother to wipe the darkness from his eyes. He nodded in agreement and looked at him. The eyebrows of Felornas next to him kept beating. This was the first time he saw Dreadlords being treated like his grandson.

"I'll spare you this time today. Now, tell me Lich's transformation ritual." Zul'ra looked at Dreadlords who looked embarrassed but behaved, and put the sword back to his waist.

"No problem, no problem." Banehollow didn't dare to think about any conspiracy anymore and could only concentrate on dealing with Zul'ra's words.

"Hey, Zul'ra, do you want to transform into Lich?" Felornas listened to Zul'ra's words and couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you think that I would be interested in turning into a cold skeleton!" Zul'ra looked down at Demon Hunter who was always sitting on the ground and asked with some hesitation.