Under Morgan's eyes, the largest wound on the salad stopped gushing outwards, and pink granulations connected the wounds.

After about a minute, all the golden light from the body of the salad wrapped in the salad was integrated into the body. At the same time, the wounds on the salad's body had been healed, leaving only the pink and tender fresh meat after the wound healed, leaving no scars.

All the holy lights had merged with Sala's body, but there was no more golden light here. The hatred, forced by the strong holy light, came over again. Without the obstruction of the holy light, he once again had the courage to bully the weak.

The dead hate all living beings, which is a nature given by the opposite sides of life and death. People with strong will may be able to restrain themselves, but the hatred at this moment obviously succumbs to the influence of this nature.

From afar, hatred threw the iron hook connected to the chain in his hand towards the salad that fell to the ground. This was due to hatred and hatred for the living, and also to greed.

The feeling of the dead creatures hunger for flesh and blood.

He was still afraid of hatred. The damage caused by the golden holy light just now made him feel pain, and he became afraid. Not only for the holy light, but also Morgan who created the holy light sphere. So he didn't dare to get too close, but tried it in the distance with great caution, and of course it also contained some desire to succeed.

"Salad!" The sound of shouting this time was so smooth, the soul that had nowhere to shake the strangeness and clumsiness of the air, as if it was a sound of shouting with the throat.

Morgan did not only turn black from the soul fire, but also turned black from the breath surrounding his body. The original golden light was replaced by black smoke, and the old armor on his body was also coated with a dark color. Although Morgan's original armor was old and full of rust, the mottled silver metal surfaces still had silver light on it. But at this moment, the rust and metal were no longer distinguished on the armor, and they were all in the same dark tone.

Morgan just wanted to protect salad and protect his daughter. As a paladin, a paladin who has experienced countless battles, waving weapons has become his instinct.

There is no holy light, no light busyness, and no skill that he is familiar with. In order to prevent the iron hook flying towards his daughter, Morgan can use the most memorable way in his body, swinging the sword and wielding the two-handed sword that has killed countless orcs and undead in his hand.

Swinging the sword and taking steps, the two movements were combined together, but the same could not make up for the gap between the distance. But in a short moment, before the iron hook approached the salad's body, Morgan could not cross the distance between him and the salad.

Waving the sword, wielding the sword desperately. In order to protect his fallen daughter and to make up for his many years of debt, Morgan waved his two-handed sword in his hand desperately.

Use everything you can use and do everything you can do, all in this desperately swinging sword.

"There is no holy light, but it is still judged!"

Morgan gritted his teeth and used the energy in his body that he didn't know what type, nature, or consequences. In the most familiar and powerful way he was to release it.

Judgment of Holy Light! This is not the skill of [Judgment of Holy Light]. Perhaps it is still the same way of use, but it is no longer that energy or the consequences.

when!

At this moment, Morgan realized that the sound of this collision was so pleasant, and the appearance of the iron hook flying away was so gratifying.

Blocked! The iron hook that hated was thrown out was blocked.

Do it because of thinking, but I didn't expect it to be done.

There was no golden holy hammer constructed by the holy light, but Morgan remembered the flash of blue. It was the power of frost, just like the only two-handed sword that was not shrouded in darkness.

The blue light shone on the two-handed sword in Morgan's hand. Drips of ice condensed around the two-handed sword, but none of them could be stained on the two-handed sword.

The two-handed sword before was not like this, and the two-handed sword before desperately swinging that sword was not like this. At that time, it was still ordinary, still vicissitudes, and still rusty. All changes were all after the sword, after the sudden flash of blue light blocked the hated iron hook.

Looking at the sword in his hands, Morgan was stunned. He had seen such a weapon, and he felt this cold power, and the sinful name shone in his black soul fire.

"Arsace Minaihill!" The name was so gritted when it came out, and two of the loose teeth collapsed.

Behind this name, he was matched with the titles called "Your Highness" and "Prince", but now he is no longer qualified. Only by calling the name together with the surname can Morgan express his hatred for the master of this name from the body to the soul.

This power is the power given by the cursed rune sword, the power possessed by the undead servants of Arthas. But now, this power has appeared in Morgan.

Death Knight!

The power opposite to the Paladin, the evil power given by the rune sword, the power flowing in Morgan's body at this moment.

The rune sword called "Sadness of Frost" can give others the power of the Death Knight, but not every death knight's power is given by that rune sword. Now Morgan has become the Death Knight, and his power is not given by the rune sword, but by his own understanding, understanding, and awakening.

The hatred began to retreat, and he felt scared. The cold air lingering in front made him feel fear, not because of his strength, but because of the natural class differences. This is the pressure of high-level undead creatures on low-level undead creatures, just as a rabbit in front of a tiger could only tremble.

"Come back!" Morgan made a cold voice. This was not the tone he wanted, but the sound had already smelled of frost when it was released.

Morgan didn't think that one word could command anything, but the evil forces rolling in his body took action for him. The purple-brown energy seemed to extend the chain, and it was like an arm made of purple-brown dead bones. It grabbed the body that hated was escaping and pulled the fat white body here.

"This is...the power of evil..." Morgan unexpectedly looked at the abhorrent that was pulled in front of him. This was not what he liked. The weapon with a blue halo in his hand swung out towards the abhorrent at this time. "But it hurts the salad!"

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Chapter completed!