On the way to meet Kuleman, Locke kept killing some undead soldiers who didn't die to familiarize himself with the new power system in his body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He found that this power was uncontrollable, but circulated in his body on its own. But whenever there is a combat action, the power will be generated in the flesh and blood in the body, and the longer the battle, the faster the strength will increase. On the contrary, if there is no fight for a long time, it will slowly dissipate in various parts of the body, and when it reappears, it will be the next time it fights.

Isn't this the warrior's rage system?!

Locke was pleasantly surprised, and if that was the case, it would be easier for him to travel in the future.

The combination of holy light + anger, the holy light is used to assist, and the anger system is used to fight, the stronger the more you fight, then it is like a perpetual motion machine, and it is rare to appear exhausted.

Locke couldn't help but smirk, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

In World of Warcraft, in each version, the warrior has always been the object of being weakened, occasionally strengthened, and immediately patched, high damage and low HP, and at the same time high damage is also established in the high requirements for equipment, resulting in a lot of fighters being hanged, despite this, the warrior has been playing one of the more numerous professions, because of the spirit that the warrior represents, the spirit of perseverance. Locke himself practiced a lot of warriors. The feeling of the charge! Double!

Locke really doubted that a certain god was boring, and he got himself here, and he was afraid that he would die easily, it would not be fun, so he would let himself have more gold fingers, and he was afraid that it would be too perverted to give too much, so he gave it little by little.

But the more such gold fingers, the better.

After the Divine Wrath, the corpses of skeleton warriors, zombies, and ghouls lay around.

As Locke walked through the piles of corpses and bones, he saw many small zombies and ghouls. The joy of gaining new abilities slowly faded.

These dwarf zombies and bones used to be children.

They were supposed to have a bright future, but now they have been destroyed by natural disasters.

Only a small number of the soldiers of these natural disasters are the bones of the long-dead dead, which can be seen from the degree of corrosion of the white bones.

And more often than not, the brainless zombies, who are muddy and exist only for flesh and blood.

These were all living human beings!

It's hard to imagine what these people would have been like when they died.

Locke's heart tightened.

Is it wrong for them to exist in this world? Why suffer like this?

Now that they have become such a walking corpse, wandering in this cemetery and cemetery in grief, who understands their pain? To whom do they speak of their grievances? Who else remembers them?

Locke was swayed by the sadness that jumped out, and his mood was low.

He knew he was swayed by Harvey's emotions.

No! Now Harvey is him, he is Harvey.

Locke stopped, half-kneeling on the ground and praying to the Light.

In the distance, Kuleman solved the trouble, saw the situation here, walked over, sat on the ground, took out a dagger and wiped it.

"When I saw Lisa dead in front of me, I was spurred on by the feeling of utter uselessness, and I, who had always been timid, rushed forward and smashed the skeleton's head with the wrench of the windmill."

"The death of my loved ones, the collapse of my family, and the fall of my country irritate me all the time. Then, I charged forward in every battle against the Scourge until one in the town of the House of Agamande. ”

Locke ignored Kuleman and prayed.

"I saw Lisa, and she was standing quietly in front of me as she always was when I was killed, while my hand waving the wrench stopped. From her chaotic blood-red eyes, I saw a little bit of who she used to be, and I could still feel her soul still in her body, and that extreme familiarity was attracting me. ”

Locke stopped praying and turned his head to look at Kuleman in surprise.

Kuleman stopped what he was doing, looked at a bone on the other side, and his voice was hoarse.

I was stunned for a moment, looking at her now, I fell to my knees in front of her and cried bitterly, it was my cowardice that led to its death, and made her what she is now! She's just like the zombies! She's become something I'm going to destroy! And how do I do that? ”

Locke opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I was crying in front of her, and there was chaos around me, and every now and then someone was dead, and I kept calling her name out of my mouth, trying to grab her with my hands, and she was backing away. I stood up and looked at her, her mouth struggling to open as she spoke. ”

Kuleman buried his head deeply, pressed against the ground.

Lisa said... She said..."

Kuleman's head was on the ground, his body trembling.

"She said, Kuleman, my dearest love, I am no longer who I used to be, kill me, let me get out of this misery as soon as possible. But! But how can I do it! She's Lisa, my love! ”

Kuleman's painful tone changed to a voice, an awkward feeling that he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Locke stepped forward, crouched down across from him and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

It was a long time before Kuleman continued.

"In the end, I made a move, and she fell in front of me, and from that time on, I swore in my heart that I would take revenge in this life! Find the root of it all and get revenge on Lisa! Revenge for the country I once was! Even after I died, I became the Forsaken, and that didn't change! ”

"Locke!" Kuleman looked up at him.

"These dead minions of the Catastrophe, they used to be like you, they were also flesh and blood people, but! Act of God! Gave their lives! Turned them into these undead monsters, and what we're doing now is to avenge them! You don't have to blame yourself for freeing them from their misery, and as Lordaerons, I'm sure they want someone to avenge them! Give them relief! ”

"Locke! You are a paladin, and one day, you will definitely become stronger, I want you to remember! ”

Kuleman stared, his dim eyes staring at him deadly.

"Our eternal enemies of the Lordarens, the Scourge Legion! All Lordaerons are on their mission to eradicate the Scourge! Revenge your dead loved ones! Revenge on all the Lordaerons! ”

Kuleman's dead-skinned face was pressed against Locke.

"As a Lordaeron, it's my responsibility! As a victim of the Scourge Legion, this is what I must do! I hate all this in front of me! I'm looking forward to revenge on them, too! But you see! ”

Locke pointed to the corpses of the Scourge around him.

"Just these lowest-ranking soldiers of the Scourge Legion! Just stuck us here for so long! What about necromancers? What about the Lich? What about the Death Knight? What to do? And how did I do it alone?! ”

"Nope! Locke, you're not alone. ”

Kuleman loosens Locke.

"What do you mean?" Locke asked, confused.

"The knights of the former Knights of the Silver Hand formed the Crusaders, the humans who occupied the Abbey, who fought against the Scourge in the Tirisphahl, the Eastern Plaguelands, and the Western Plaguelands, as well as our Forsaken."

"You can join them for revenge, they are the largest organization in the Tirisfal Glade to resist the undead at the moment."

"Crusaders?"

"That's right! Now he is the best organization for you, they now shelter the entire human race in Lordaeron, and they are also desperately attacking the Scourge and us to reclaim the territory. Kuleman said.