The God of Death Never Lies
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Human, you asked two questions just now."
Arthas smiled eerily and moved a little closer to Mike.
The giant scythe in his hand seemed to be flashing with a cold light as if it would cut off Mike's neck at any moment.
Subconsciously, Mike clenched the Umbrella of Meredith in his hand.
At this moment, the only thing that gave him a sense of security was this weapon.
When Arthas approached a certain distance and was almost in front of Mike, he suddenly stopped.
"Although you raised two questions, I have to say, your questions are really interesting."
At this moment, Mike heaved a sigh of relief again.
The sweat on his forehead slowly slid down his skin to his eyes, making him feel very uncomfortable.
At this moment, he just realized the vast amount of sweat he had produced in just a few seconds.