Chapter 198 - The Conversation Between the God of Death and the God of Fire (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the divine realm, on the island of the God of Fire.

Ragnaros dragged his weak body and hid in the center of the island.

At this moment, he had already shrunk to half his original size.

His right hand was tightly covering his chest, and he was breathing heavily. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear.

The next moment, a purple magic formation suddenly appeared in front of Ragnaros.

Ragnaros was nervous at first, but he relaxed after he saw the runes on the magic formation.

“Oh my, isn’t this our famous God of Fire, Lord Ragnaros? Why are you in such a sorry state?”

A figure wearing a black robe slowly appeared from the magic formation.. Arthas’s extremely hoarse voice and mocking tone were also very recognizable.

“Arthas, are you here to watch me make a fool of myself?”

Ragnaros narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the skeleton in front of him.

When Arthas heard this, he immediately raised his hands and said,

“Woe and cause him trouble. He had long mentally prepared himself for this.

Of course, Arthas did not belong to this group of gods. Hence, Ragnaros was not very sensitive to this sentence. Instead, he directly asked about other matters.

“What about the matter I asked you to help me with last time?”

“Are you talking about finding someone to solve that troublesome Timus?” Arthas tilted his head and smiled mockingly again.

“Don’t tell me…this time, you suffered a loss at the hands of Timus again?”

His words were originally a joke.

However, after he said it, Arthas’s smile disappared.

Because he realized that Ragnaros did not deny it.

Ragnaros was actually silent!

Arthas was slightly surprised. He casually muttered,

“Oh my god, were you really…” Before he could finish his sentence, Arthas realized that his words were somewhat inappropriate.

Although he liked to make jokes and disgust people, most of them were said on purpose.

He was actually quite good to the gods who were on good terms with him.

Ragnaros seemed to have been poked in a sore spot, and his face was very gloomy.

He narrowed his eyes and slowly said, “That guy Timus… I will kill him sooner or later!”

Arthas did not comment on this sentence but raised another matter instead.

“What did that kid steal from you 3000 years ago? Why do you hate him so much?”

Ragnaros raised his head slightly and looked at Arthas. The anger in his eyes made Arthas feel a little uncomfortable.

“He stole… the spirit-gathering kindling!”

“What?!” Arthas was very surprised.

He naturally knew what the spirit-gathering kindling was.

To put it simply, this was the container for Ragnaros’s power of faith.

The power of faith of all the followers of the Raganros Cult in the lower realm was stored in the spirit-gathering kindling.