"Blake Ben is a loyal and kind man, and he is also the most courageous person in our area, so when the Agamande family recruited the caretaker of the cemetery, no one signed up, even though the pay was very good, but Blake did not hesitate to take it, and immediately settled in the cemetery, and lived in the cemetery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The undead looked at the small pile of soul ashes on the ground and said without emotion.

"I have a very good impression of him, and I think he helped me."

"I'm glad you remember that, Kuleman." The ashes of the soul slowly drifted up, forming a transparent ghost, Blake Benn.

"Ah, this time was a nightmare for me, and now I'm finally free, thank you, friend."

Blake bowed and continued.

"When the Scourge Legion stormed the cemetery and killed me, I thought I would sleep peacefully, but I was summoned out of my soul and became their guard here."

Blake recalled, then looked at the two of them and asked.

"Are you going in? It's not very peaceful in there right now. ”

"Blake, is there any big change in there?" Kuleman asked.

"The day before yesterday? Oh no, it seems like last night, all the graves in the cemetery were dug up by the Scourge Legion, not even the ancestors of the Agamander family who were sleeping in the tombs. They have been summoned from the cemetery, their souls have been twisted, they have become minions of the Scourge Legion, and they are now roaming the cemetery, and if you want to go in, I advise you to be careful. ”

"Oh? This is new news. Kuleman muttered to himself.

"Anyway, thank you, thank you for your news, and may the Light bless you forever."

Locke thanked him from the bottom of his heart, this news is very timely, if you step into the cemetery without precautions, you may be overwhelmed by the swarming zombies, it is estimated that even the ash messenger will be exhausted to death, after all, this cemetery is so big, there should be many people buried.

"No, I should want to thank you, my lord, without your salvation, I would continue to exist like this, this is a kind of torture, and now I am free."

Ghost Black bowed again, then waved at the two of them, turned and slowly walked out of the manor, and soon the entire spirit dissipated into the forest.

"It's a bit of a bad situation, it looks like Dalgao has started to wake up the corpses in the cemetery, and I think we need to hurry, or we'll face more and more zombies." Kuleman was a little worried.

"This is indeed uncomfortable news, but I can't give up because of this, I promised you, and Miss Agamande, and because it is not in line with my beliefs." Locke looked at the long sword in his hand and said silently.

In the battle just now, the long sword was punched out of two small gaps.

Sure enough, the equipment you pick up is unreliable, and the equipment will explode in the game, so what will the equipment here be used to represent it?

Drawing a sword from behind to replace it, Locke and the thief Kuleman entered the cemetery one after the other.

On the sign not far from entering the cemetery, there is a clear map of the cemetery, which is the first time Locke has seen a map since he entered this world.

The map is drawn on the skin of some kind of beast, and the map has clear veins of veins.

The map was drawn with a thin black pen, so much so that Locke could even see the toilet markings, the little house, on the map.

The cemetery is divided into three parts, the residential area in the front, the burial area in the middle, and the tomb at the end.

There were several large houses in the residential area, one of which was a church, the other two in the style of an inn, which were now unattended and deserted, and the roads were overgrown with weeds and mantle plants, and the whole residential area was silent and silent, without the slightest sound. This kind of scene, combined with this dim sky and white mist, really has the style of Silent Hill.

The thieves had already sneaked into the shadows and disappeared around Locke, a breeze blew, the trees and grass swayed, Locke broke his nerves along the road, slowly walked towards the central cemetery, Locke hesitated for a moment, wanted to illuminate himself with holy light, and then dispelled this thought.

He hadn't figured out the Holy Light yet, and it was too wasteful to use it like that.

I want to light a torch, but I think that if I light a light in such an environment, it will be like telling the enemy where I am.

In this way, Locke took advantage of the dim light to pass through the houses in the residential areas on both sides, and walked on the main road, and did not encounter ghosts or banshees on the way, and Locke was happy to worry.

Passing past a few separate uninhabited cabins, they came to a gate made of Mushan, and with a gentle push by Locke, the door fell with a thud, kicking up a puff of dust.

"Ahem, what the hell, this door is so unsturdy." Locke coughed as he clutched his nose.

"Beware, Locke, enter the burial area when you get here, and you have to be careful at all times. Thousands of Agamande clansmen are buried here. The voice of the undead thief Kuleman came from the side, but there was no one around, in fact, until now, Locke is still curious, why did the thief become invisible? Why are they invisible? Why didn't Kuleman's whole body smell after stealth?

"I'm ready."

Locke was silently praying to the Light in his heart.

O merciful Light, I am on a journey to fight the dark forces of evil, please give me courage and strength.

He strode forward with determination, the long sword in his hand was tightly held in his hand, and his heart was beating violently.

O merciful Light, please protect my soul from the invasion of evil as I fight.

The central cemetery is an empty funerary area, with rows of crosses from near to far, connected to the distance that cannot be seen by the eye, these crosses are crooked, some are leaning, some have fallen, but these are not the point, the point is that the cemetery behind the cross is all open from the inside out.

Locke walked forward to a cross and looked at the tomb, and sure enough, the coffin behind it was empty.

The cross reads, Reed. Agamande, the illustrious merchant of the Agamande family, and many other epitaphs, look up at every cross.

These former illustrious members of the Agamande family have now become minions of the Scourge.

Locke turned back to the avenue and walked in the direction of the tomb with his head held high, the long sword in his hand swinging casually, and the hand holding the long sword was already wet.

The road was lined with graves one after another, row after row, and Locke couldn't help but imagine in his mind the scene of the Agamande family at its peak.

But now, there is nothing left here, all destroyed by the Scourge Legion, and even their dead bodies have been pulled from the cemetery from the cemetery to act as the minions of the Scourge Legion, leaving only endless pain.

Scourge Legion! Your blasphemy will be punished by the Light!

I swear!

The Paladin's Creed had been deeply rooted in his heart, and he couldn't help but take an oath, and now these graves in front of him reminded him of deep pain in his heart. Harvey was deeply integrated, and sometimes Locke himself didn't notice the ideas that were going to sway his mind.

In the distance, some black dots were shaking vaguely, rushing towards this direction.

Locke was still silent and walked forward with his head bowed, and Kuleman shouted beside him.

"Locke, directly ahead, a hundred yards away, there are a large number of Scourge legion minions, there are zombies, there are skeleton warriors, and ghouls, fortunately, they don't have armor. Oh my god, and the low-level skeleton mages, be careful Locke, I'll deal with those skeleton mages. ”

When the undead of the Scourge Legion staggered to 10 yards in front of Locke, Locke raised his head and raised his sword and shouted.

"O Supreme Light, your devout believers are calling to you, please be with me!"

A large area of soul fire glittering blue in front of him illuminated the path in front of Locke, and Locke roared and rushed towards the army of the undead.

"Charge! For the Light! For the departed Lordaeron! For the sake of these deceased lives! Good will triumph over evil!!! ”

Countless ghouls scrambled to surround him, their misshapen claws waving and grabbing at Locke from all sides.

The corners of Locke's mouth trembled with excitement, and there was a strong flame in his heart, burning him from the inside, making him not know what fear was, and his heart was like a sledgehammer smashing one by one.

The sword fell in his hand, the long sword emitted a blazing holy light, and a row of undead in front of him screamed and was cut off by the waist, and the place where the holy light had cut was sliced, but even if the body was cut off, because the soul fire in the head was not hit violently, these undead still tried their best to crawl towards Locke.

Gradually, the brainless zombies and skeleton warriors of the Scourge Army also surrounded him, and these lowest-level cannon fodder soldiers surrounded Locke.

The long sword swept and slashed a long sword from the army of the undead, and the long sword continued to castrate, and another row of undead swarming forward was cut down, and the weapon infused with holy light emitted great power.

The Holy Light restrained the undead, and no one could rely on Locke's physical range.

Suddenly, Locke's right foot was grabbed by a bony hand, he hurriedly smashed a skeleton warrior in front of him, and looked down to see that a skeleton warrior with half of his body cut off was clutching his calf, trying to climb on himself, before he had time to think about it, he pulled out another long sword behind his back with his left hand, and stabbed it down into the skeleton's head, and the soul fire floated out.

It seems that the shortcomings of these undead are only in the head!

He flicked a sword flower in his right hand, flung out the zombie flesh and internal organs stuck to the long sword, and then arched his body, and the twin swords swept through, sweeping away the upper body and head of the surrounding row of undead warriors. Undead warriors who have lost their heads and bodies are scattered around, and these undead are incapacitated. Soon a pile of undead bodies was piled up under his feet.

Locke, armed with two swords, became more and more courageous, shouting and waving the weapon in his hand, and soon the memories from the depths of his mind activated the scene where his father had trained him in the past.

Child, in the face of several times! Or even dozens of times more enemies! Many people don't even have the courage to fight.

If one day, in this situation, you can still fight bravely! Then, your heart will be incomparably stronger!

If you are strong inside, you will have nothing to fear!

Your bravery will leave a name on the world! Your bravery will be sung in the world!

In time, you will become a great paladin like Uther the Lightbringer! ”

Father, how I wish you were looking at me at this moment, your child did what you said! Father, your little Harvey has grown up, and I want to fight side by side with you, but unfortunately it is no longer possible.

The memory in his mind stimulated Locke, the long sword in his hand flew, and tears quietly rolled down his face, Father wishes you all the best! Your little Harvey is grown up, and you don't need to worry about it anymore.

The abominable ghouls and zombies in front of him became the target of Locke's venting, and the power of family affection was great, and a zombie who tried to sneak up on him was slashed in half by Locke with a sword in his right hand. A skeleton warrior rushed in again, and Locke smashed his left sword on the head, and the skull's head shattered in response to the sound and scattered at his feet, and soon the pile of bones under his feet was getting higher and higher.

The sword swept by, clearing the skeletal soldier in front of him, and he raised his head to catch his breath.

However, there are more and more ghouls, skeletons, and zombies gathered within the field of vision.

No way! It is not a way to go on like this, one's holy light energy is always limited, and when it is consumed and one's qi is exhausted, it will be the time when one's own life is lost.

Kuleman will also be gone!

In desperation, Locke recalled a common talent skill of his paladins in the game.

Holy shield,Use the holy light in your body to form a shield outside the body,To offset the damage received,I don't know how this skill is manifested here.,Dead horses should be live horse doctors.。

Locke struggled to remember, mobilizing the power of the Holy Light in his body, trying to make it change according to his intentions.

A stream of holy light energy poured out from his body, and soon a layer of golden holy light appeared outside Locke's body, spreading outward, slowly forming an eggshell-like light shield around Locke.

Locke's body shuddered for a moment, and he felt that the holy light in his body was being drawn out a lot.

This skill is too consuming of holy light, if the enchantment to the weapon is 1, then the holy shield is probably 30.

However, this kind of life-saving move is not too small, and the Holy Light energy will slowly recover.

One thing can be clear, the skills in Warcraft, as long as they are not too outrageous, can be used?

And what about invincibility? What about holy healing? What about anything else?

A skeleton warrior with a two-handed short axe, taking advantage of Locke's unpreparedness, slashed at the light shield on Locke's body, and the light shield immediately flashed a ripple, echoing throughout the light shield.

Locke turned around and kicked him off the pile of bones.

And the Holy Light Shield in front of him was only slightly turbulent, and then it returned to its original state, not broken.