After thousands of years, a necromancer whose body was buried once again triggered a plane war.

He betrayed his soul and handed it over to Arthas, the guardian of the undead plane, and launched a super-large magic summoning array in the Holy Capital, which made the undead army once again step into this continent after thousands of years.[..com]

The Holy Capital, which is known to be able to withstand a million troops for a year, fell in just one day.

The Pope of mankind, the greatest spiritual leader on the continent, died in the capital of Saints, and died at the hands of his godson Arthas. This rumor spread throughout the alliance with the fugitives.

And then there were also a surging army of undead that spread throughout the continent!

This holy capital, once regarded as the holy land, has also become the command post of the undead. It is covered with ice everywhere, just like an ice field in the extreme north!

There are many things that have happened today that have become unsolvable secrets.

The undead army composed of eleven frost dragons and numerous super-level monster bones launched an attack from the inside. Even if the Holy Capital's defense power was twice as strong, it would not be able to keep nearly 70% of the living forces from all escaped.

From the appearance of Arthas to the emergence of the undead army, it has also become a debate among many historians.

Countless historical books describe the battles experienced in the Holy Capital that day incredibly huge and extremely tragic... Humans were slaughtered, and the army of undead cleaned up villages and towns along the way like a tide.

Of course there is also the Lich who betrayed humans!

It was this lich who was supposed to appear in countless battles, but the lich who became the commander quietly disappeared... No one knew his whereabouts.

Later historians have argued that this lich probably wanted to seize control of the undead army from the great Alsace law enforcement officer, but was killed after failure. However, this possibility is simply zero, because the creatures in the undead plane have the hierarchy and strictness, it is impossible for such a thing to happen - unless Shuyi's strength has surpassed Alsace and has enough power to replace the law enforcement officer.

But can a young lich have the power of a veteran undead that has lasted thousands of years?

This is not a possible thing at all!

In addition to Xiuyi's whereabouts, Arthas also seemed to have become the mystery of this plane war. Originally, as the commander-in-chief of the undead army, his origin should be very easy to explore, but after research by historians, two conclusions were drawn - this Arthas was the prince who betrayed humans thousands of years ago and killed his father.

——This Alsace is the master of the current wasteland and the strongest overlord in history on the continent today.

As for who it is, because history has been too long, no one can explain it clearly... Only those born in history can understand all this.

The noise and almost boiling cry came out from the center of the capital. The weather in the Far East in March was bright in the morning, but at this moment the sky above the capital was shrouded in thick clouds and cold. The low black clouds were pressed upside down on the sky above the capital like a pot lid, almost pressing on everyone's heads. Even if people were in the distance, they could not help but feel as if something was pressed on their hearts.

At this moment, the Holy Capital has become a city of ice and snow. With the cold wind, the Far East Holy Capital, which only had snowfall for several years, has now had heavy snowfall.

The towering buildings are no longer as suffocating as before, and the thick ice covers almost all the places that people can see.

The huge frost dragon flew freely over the Holy Capital, either flapping its wings rapidly or slowly passing over the tall buildings. The hurricane brought up with a whirlwind of snowflakes, gathered in the air or had dissipated.

The torrent of the skeleton army surged out from the open door of the cathedral like a broken dam, and in an instant it occupied this city of faith that is known as the never-fall.

Some skeletons will also turn back, but they will devoutly hold a blood-stained head in their hands. This head quickly weathered in the skeleton's hands, revealing a ferocious skeleton, and the flesh on the skeleton was blown away like paper scraps... Then these skeleton skulls were held down by the undead warriors to the bottom of the cathedral.

Soon, the church's level was covered by the accumulated skeletons.

A layer of ice quickly began to spread from the point of the cathedral, gradually forming a mountain covered with ice and snow... Almost no one could see that this was once a building. Only the gate with a mouth like a beast was left, and the undead warrior was constantly spitting out!

At the same time, a huge frozen throne formed on the ice layer on the cathedral...

The ice spreading below did not mean to stop, and slowly rose along the boots of Alsace sitting on the throne. From the boots to the naked feet, to the sadness of frost, to the hands holding the sword... it was so tiring to tear open the space of the plane and summon a large army.

He needs a good rest... and then deal with the "creature" trapped in the undead plane.

But it seems someone is coming...

Arthas struggled to open his trapped eyelids, which were already covered by trapping, and his vague and huge shadow - that should be a giant. These guys should not disturb his sleep... After all, there are so many army of necromancers, and they can kill all these outsiders and dedicate their souls to themselves.

"What's going on?"

In the distance, Leren could see the dark clouds pressing against the capital.

Just like the last time I was in the wasteland, the whole time was fixed, as if even the sun could not fall to the ground through this thick cloud... Even if it was far apart, you could feel the cold that spreads from the depths of your soul.

Accompanied by a high dragon sound, the black shadows hovering above the Holy Capital seemed to stop in mid-air, and then a sudden turn came straight to the wasteland.

"That's the Frost Dragon!"

Accompanied by a burst of exclamations, the slaves had discovered the true faces of these two black shadows.

Leren and Alice looked at each other and saw unconcealed shock in each other's eyes. This is the Holy Capital, the Holy Capital, known as the City of Faith, possesses more than 80% of the magical power in the entire alliance...

The Elf Empire and the Bemon Tribe once used all over the country to conquer cities.

There are the most outstanding priests in the entire continent and the best knights in the entire continent... Almost all the words that can be praised on the entire continent are not an exaggeration to use in the Holy Capital! What does this mean? If the power of the world is divided into ten kus, the Holy Capital is divided into five kus, and the rest of the elves are centimeters better than the king's capital!

Now there are undead here!

And it's a frost dragon!

The two frost dragons flying in were completely different from those idiots who had been wiped out by Xiang Shuai before. They had unimaginable spirituality and pressure... They could be comparable to any of the fourth-level dragons that rushed into the territory a few days ago!

The slave warriors who were crushed and beaten by the dragons in the fortress a few days ago were immediately happy, and now they were finally able to regain some face.

These two frost dragons flew along the way without hiding their monstrous murderous intent.

Those who finally escaped from the Holy Capital saw the frost dragon flying out, and immediately covered their heads in fear, trying to curl up their bodies in the weeds to avoid the coming death. But the frost dragon seemed to have no concern about these ants who were only concerned about escaping, and they flew straight through the air. The places they flew past were covered by ice. Those who originally thought they had escaped death raised their heads happily...

Then the ice surface spreading from a very distant place instantly covered their bodies. Ice sculptures of various shapes suddenly appeared on the vast wasteland. With the blowing of Li Feng, mottled cracks quickly appeared on the ice sculptures, and finally cracked.

The arrogant frost dragon was grinning and mocking the fleeing humans. Looking at the terrifying expression on the faces of these people, the frost dragon, as a dead soul, felt a perverted pleasure spreading from the bottom of his heart.

No one can be arrogant in front of the dead, no one is the same!

There are actually stupid creatures who dare to disturb the sleep of the great Majesty Alsace, these creatures who never knew how to fear!

Chris Odin opened his mouth proudly. He must kill these creatures that dare to disturb His Majesty in the most cruel way, and pull out their souls... to the great Majesty Alsace as a sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Chris Odin couldn't help but open his mouth proudly. If this matter could be done successfully, perhaps when His Majesty Alsace wakes up, he will remember that the undead army still lacks a legion commander... and it is enough to exchange for the legion commander.
Chapter completed!