Locke decides to make his way through the mill town to the other end of the town and back again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fortunately, he looked at the map drawn by Kuleman, although it was not very standard.

Due to the noise made by Cullerman, the undead guards here had not yet run back, and Locke was able to run out of town with ease.

"Why are there undead guards standing guard here?"

Locke stood still, resuming the zombie walking posture he had seen before.

Directly opposite, dozens of yards away, there were two tall, well-equipped skeleton warriors, standing motionless in Locke's path.

There was a green mist at the other end of the road.

"Alas, I'll have to continue using this cloak, and may Elune show me the way!" Locke prayed to Alan in a rare way.

In the game, mobs similar to door gods have a skill called, the Eye of True Sight, which can see through all camouflage and invisibility.

If they do, then they can only force their way through.

Locke staggered, step by step towards the two skeleton guards, observing their movements as he went.

The two skeleton guards stood motionless, their black hole eyes blazing with blue soul fire outward, and they didn't even tilt their heads.

It's good that they didn't see through!

He staggered through the path of the skeleton guard's handle, to the green mist-shrouded lands.

In the fog, visibility was slightly low, and there was a strange smell in the surrounding air, as if something was boiled.

What is that?

Locke noticed that there seemed to be something looming in the mist, and he decided to go over and take a look.

A tall cage!

The cage was large, and there were several emaciated humans lying in it, and they were lying motionless in the cage.

"Hey! Hi! ”

Locke called softly.

There is no action.

They seem to be dead.

Locke continued walking, and soon more cages appeared in front of him.

In these cages, there were many humans, men and women, old and young, dwarves, high elves, and even Locke saw the Night Elves.

But without exception, these people died, all of them were as thin as wood, and before they died, they seemed to have been subjected to great torture, and their facial expressions were extremely painful.

Locke watched quietly, he had seen too many such things these days, and his heart had begun to go numb.

He continued on his way.

Something was clattering in front of it.

Turning the bend of the cages, Locke saw it.

It's a slaughterhouse!

And it is humans who are slaughtered!

These were once human undead, experimenting with humans!

Surrounded by naked humans! They were hung from a high place, some of their body organs were taken away, and some were fitted with body organs that did not belong to them!

All of them were motionless.

In the middle was a huge cauldron boiling on a high platform, and a steady stream of green mist was coming out of it.

Locke walked silently.

This is one of the reasons why humans hate the undead so much.

"May your souls rest in peace."

Locke prayed softly, there was only so much more I could do.

"Hey! Over here! ”

Suddenly, a voice reached Locke's ears.

Locke looked back at where the voice had come from.

There's a human in the cage in the corner, and he's still alive!

Locke hurried over.

"Are you okay?"

"Let me out, thank goodness! If you're a little late, I'll be like them. ”

The system scanned it, and the man's information appeared in Locke's mind.

Name: Anderson Mario

Race: Human

Racial Talents: Self-interest, Diplomacy, Perception, Human Spirit

Title: N/A

Title Ability: None

Faith: Light

Status: Hungry and thirsty

Faction: Neutral

Forces: None

Hostile Forces: Scourge Legion

Class: Warrior Level 5 / Weapon Fight Level 1 (Rare Template)

Ability: Unknown

The man in front of him, tall, about 7 feet, was dressed only in a linen coat, with a long scar on the left side of his face from his eyebrows to his chin, which looked like he was not getting along, his silver-white hair was tied into a ponytail, and his thick arms were clutching the cage and yelling softly at Locke.

"But how can I get you out, this cage..."

The cage was made of arm-thick steel and was locked with a large lock on the outside.

Locke didn't finish, because no one could open the cage without a key.

"Damn! The key is on a ghoul, but the explosion just now has attracted it away! ”

In the cage, the man named Mario turned anxiously.

I can't watch him die here, he's the first human I've ever met.

Locke suddenly remembered that the backpack and box he had grabbed last in the secret passage, maybe there was something inside.

Locke reached into his backpack, where the box was in the corner.

This is not the point, the point is what is originally in this backpack.

There's a whole set of armor in this backpack!

And a few more weapons! Shield! Something.

Can the Agamande family carefully put it in the storage bag, and what is hidden in the secret passage, can it be garbage?

Not to mention a complete set of equipment!

Locke took out a two-handed greatsword and slashed it towards the big lock!

Bang!

The big lock fell off!

And the two-handed sword didn't even have a gap.

The man in the cage hurriedly pushed away the cage and ran out.

"Anderson Mario owes you a favor!"

After saying that, the man named Mario ran to the grocery pile opposite, and pulled it inside, and soon a set of armor and weapons were pulled out by Bar, and the man quickly put on it.

"Don't stand stupid! Come and help! Help me tie the rope behind my back! ”

Locke looked at the neat Mario and rushed over to help.

Soon Mario was fully dressed, and it was as if he had changed in an instant.

A set of Lordaeron guards' standard armor!

The armor is full of all kinds of scratches!

A battle-hardened warrior!

"Anderson Mario! Members of the Brill Garrison! The scar-faced man turned to Locke and said solemnly.

"Rock Harvey! From Tranquility. Locke also introduced himself.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me!"

Scarface Mario, tilting his head, motioned for Locke to follow him.

Locke nodded and followed.

Sure enough, he was born in the army, and he was neat!

Locke was also a veteran in his previous life, and he was too familiar with the military set.

Scarface Mario walked in front, stopping from time to time, his ears twitching up and down, and then waving at Locke to keep up with him, without saying a word.

Suddenly, Mario stopped!

He leaned sideways and motioned with his left hand for Locke to stop.

Then he slowly crouched down and hooked his hand at Locke.

Locke stepped in.

"Shhhh Be quiet and look over there. Scarface Mario, lowering his voice, pointed to a small cabin not far away and said to Locke.

"There! There's a ghost! It's not what we can fight against, we go around it! ”

Locke touched the big sword in his right hand with his left hand and said slowly.

"Nope! Leave it to me! ”

Scarface Mario looked back at him in amazement, his slightly hideous face full of question marks.

"Don't worry, Mario, I'm a paladin."

Locke patted him on the shoulder, and without waiting for him to speak, he leaned over cautiously.

This unconscious ghost, who is around this wooden house, a wanderer with no purpose, may have been the owner of this place during his lifetime.

Locke leaned over with a foul stinking cloak, and while this ghost was unprepared, a holy light trial, smashed down, and before the ghost screamed, the big sword in his hand slashed hard, and the ghost dissipated directly.

Locke looked back at where Scarface Mario was hiding, hooking his hands.

Such a young paladin...

Alas!

"So you're a paladin."

Scarface Mario, whose originally expressionless face has become complicated, who has not let himself have the talent to become a paladin.

Scarface then perked up and continued to lead the way in front.

Not to mention, with him leading the way, there were no undead on the road.

Soon the two walked through the mill town and walked out.

"I'm a native of Brill, and I grew up in Lordaeron for military training, and my parents originally wanted me to be a glorious paladin."

Scarface shook his head and walked with a lonely face.

"I had been guided several times by the High Priest of Lordaeron Cathedral, Miss Vartha, but I was never accepted by the Light, and I was told that I had no talent for it."

"Later, during another training, I unexpectedly awakened the power of flesh and blood, and since then I have become a warrior."

"I returned to my hometown of Brill and joined the garrison as a soldier protecting the civilians of my hometown."

"When the Scourge came, our captain led us to repel several attacks by the undead, and finally caught the attention of a necromancer, who used magic to twist the captain's soul and control the captain to kill many people who couldn't bear to do it, and I was buried by the bones of a group of undead."

Scarface fell silent, just walking in front of him, not speaking for a long time.

"When I woke up, I found myself in a pile of corpses, and there were my relatives here! My parents! My brothers and sisters! My comrades-in-arms! From that day on, I swore that I would avenge them! Until the moment of death! ”

Locke listened quietly, there was a tragic story behind every Lordaeron.

And these tragic stories are all related to the natural disaster of the undead.

Therefore, the hatred of all Lordaerons against the undead of the Scourge cannot be dissolved.

"Mourn, Mario, only we can avenge them if we live!"

Locke comforts Mario, a man with a vicious face, who also has unbearable pain in his heart.

"Now I exist only to avenge the natural disaster!"

Scarface said without looking back.

Suddenly!

Scarface stands!

His ears began to twitch!

He waved his hand at Locke, motioning to move.

He slowly bent down, his eyes looking ahead, grabbed a random stone on the ground, aimed at a place, and returned to it fiercely.

A shadow has been smashed out of invisibility!

Scarface Mario, with a loud roar, rushed forward.

The two-handed sword swung towards the figure in front of him, slashing down hard.

Splatter!

The figure flickered, and in an instant it seemed to become transparent, dodging the great sword, which slammed into the dirt.