The surrounding trolls were slaughtered by human knights and warriors, their sharp fangs that pierced through human skin, and gold rings and other ornaments. When their bodies shake, there is always a clanging sound. But now this sound is gradually disappearing in this land...

"Hmm!!" Holding a blunt axe from an unknown troll, Locke slashed at the last troll standing in his way. He roared, his blood-red eyes looking around, but there were no enemies in front of him.

Only one person is standing there ....

And he stood there with that sword, at the front of the line! The forest trolls around them wailed and covered their heads, as if this human and his sword had scared them out!

The broadsword that exudes a blood-red aura!

Sword!

Sword!?

Sword???

Scamdor Slayer of War?

Locke was confused, it seemed that the name was familiar to him!!

He dropped the troll's stone axe and looked around... The battlefield that was still lively just now instantly seemed to be a frame count stopping, and everyone maintained a posture and did not move!

This sudden change made Locke's head empty! He couldn't remember anything, and the red tyrannical aura in his head continued to affect him...

Wait a minute! Who am I? Where am I? What's wrong with me?

Locke forced himself to calm down, and asked a set of qualities three times in a row, forcing himself to think about how he got here, what he was doing here? What is the rationale?

But at this moment, the air fluctuated, and a tall Viku ghost who looked like Soradin walked out of thin air, and he looked at Locke solemnly, and his iron-blooded voice was heard.

"You proved to me that you have the potential to be a great warrior..."

"So, are you Soladin's chosen successor?"

"Soladin?" Locke looked at the soul of the Viku in front of him in confusion, the name seemed familiar in his head, and then he couldn't remember anything.

It seems that he has something very important in his mind... He forgot something very important.

"No, I can't remember who that person you were talking about..."Locke held his head in his hands, and after trying for a moment to remember nothing, Locke looked up and pinned his hopes on the former Veku soul. Sorry, I don't even know myself, do you know who I am? Who is Soladin? ”

Viku stared at Locke with a blank face, his tall body like a wall in front of Locke, firmly blocking the view from other directions.

"Go back, you're not fit to inherit Scamdor. The king can keep a clear head no matter where he is, and not just a powerful warrior. How can a person who is lost in an illusion grasp the power of Scamdor? Even if you are a king, then you will only bring war to others, not a war of extermination."

The Viku man was gone, and just like that, his body gradually blurred. In the silence of the battlefield, the backs of the Viku people turning away seemed to irritate Locke.

Some familiar images suddenly popped up in his mind, the picture of him leading the human army to fight in various places, the picture of him leading the human race to build villages and towns to resist the invasion of wild beasts, the picture of him leading the human race to defeat the invasion of the undead, and the picture of him building a great city!!

In an instant, a word was like a lightning bolt that lit up the sky, dissipating the darkness that was wrapped around my mind!

Eva!!

This word made the pride buried deep in his heart be aroused at once. He understood where he came from, who he was, and why he was here!

"Hehehehehe..." Locke couldn't help but laugh, laughing louder and louder, so much so that the departing Viku stopped and turned to look at him.

"I'm Rock Harvey!! King of Lordaeron!! Lordaeron's Savior! I am the greatest hero in the hearts of Lordaeron! Finding himself back, Locke looked at the Viku standing in the distance with some contempt, he raised his arm and pointed at him, "Whether I am fit to be the successor of Soladin is up to you!" It's up to the people under my rule to decide! It is up to the people of the Union to decide! It's up to all the humans in all of Azeroth! ”

"Oh?" The Viku turned to look at him with interest, "How are you going to prove yourself?" ”

"Scamdo is not just an artifact with great power, he is also the sword of the greatest emperor of mankind, a sword of kings!" Locke had never felt so confident at this moment! "A person who does not have the spirit of a king, how can he be virtuous and qualified to master this sword?"

"It's just me! It's just me, Rock Harvey! King Lordaeron! Let the long-lasting war in Azeroth be put to rest! How do I prove it, you ask? Locke chuckled and walked up to the Viku man, he leaned over to the Viku man and said calmly, "Then follow me and watch carefully..."

The solid illusion around them swayed, and everything began to distort. The Viku stared intently at Locke until the space shattered completely, dissipating into pieces.

But the words of the Viku people echoed in Locke's ears again and again.

"The first human emperor Soladin, who wielded this artifact, charged ahead of the army in all battles. It's not just a testament to a strong warrior, it's the embodiment of a king's qualities! Brave and fearless! Taking an oath of his life and glory to protect his people and kingdom was the reason for Scamdor's existence in the first place. ”

"Prove it, prove it to me! Prove you're worthy! Scamdor Slayer! ”

The words echoed in Locke's ears over and over again, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the original cave. In front of him was still the huge mound of earth and rubble, but the Scamdo in his hand, which was immersed in blood-colored light, also began to roar.

Locke's blood soaked Scamdor, and it burned like a burning flame. Originally, the rust was removed, the shape was exaggerated and hideous, and the blood-red Scamdo began to shrink slowly, adapting to the feeling of its current owner!

The hilt of the sword, exposed outside the mound of earth and rock, changed to a blue and gold theme, and where it was connected to the blade, the Lordaeron Double-Headed Eagle appeared out of thin air, their wings spread out to form a golden gauntlet. The blood-red color on the sword body was gone, and the cold light of the forest shone out from the snow-white sword body.

Except for the hilt of the double-headed eagle gauntlet of Lordaeron, this sword has no superfluous decoration, simple and simple, and has the air of a king.

This sword eventually became the most suitable for Locke, the Sword of Kings!

At the moment when the artifact recognized the master, the faint blood-red aura in Locke's body was instantly supported by the blood-colored aura in the sword body, and it became bigger and stronger. They joined forces in an attempt to banish the powerful, ubiquitous Light from Locke's body!

Seeing that this outbreak was suddenly about to unfold in Locke's body, the golden energy flowing through Locke's physical strength suddenly gave up blocking them, allowing them to enter the golden hall, and then mix... Shake well....

The Light has chosen to embrace them, to try to live in peace with them, and perhaps to merge and generate new strength...

But the blood-colored breath doesn't cooperate... They stop the Light's movements. This made it very difficult for the Holy Light to fuse this force, and this recalcitrant element was very stubborn, and finally the Holy Light completely gave up on fusing them. And in the sea of holy light, the blood-colored aura that swirled in a circle finally chose to return to the right half of their bodies where they had originally logged in.

The Light does not match their status as victors, which makes them very bored. And it's not comfortable to stay with those Light Peacemakers and let them, these blood-red militants...

In Locke's unconscious state, the two energies in his body reached equilibrium. When he looked down at the weapon in his hand, the phoenix twin blades in his left hand emitted golden light, and the sword of the king that was still inserted in the evil god's body in his right hand emitted a shining white light in the cold of the forest, and from time to time there were some blood-red breaths flashing on the sword body!

As Locke looked up to look around, the Tyr Guards were still arguing with the gnomes over whether or not to install a pacemaker for Gafford. Demithia was still silent, and her situation was very similar to herself!

At this time, he realized that the war that seemed to be fighting in the illusion for hours just now was just the second when he held the sword of the king in his hand!

"Pull it out!" Soladin looked at Locke with a smile, "As long as this evil god does not awaken, use Scamdor to kill it completely, then it will be over." ”

But at this moment, Locke is suspicious of the true identity of Soladin's ghost.

At the front of the bridge, Soradin said that it was the last time he spoke to himself. Then it is impossible to be here now, urging himself to pull out Scamdo from his hand. Moreover, Soladin here is pulling out this sword no matter what he says, no matter how he says it. Does that mean that as long as you pull out this sword yourself, the evil god under this sword will awaken?

Locke gripped the hilt of Scamdor's sword, and he turned to look at the ghost Thoradin in front of him, who smiled and looked at Locke for a moment before suddenly flickering a few times and disappearing into thin air.

Just then, Locke clearly felt that the monster with the sword in his hand began to tremble again! The pile of earth and rocks in front of Locke was sparse and scattered, and stones were falling downward.

It's struggling?!

Locke stared at the long sword in his right hand, the sword body trembled slightly, then began to tremble slightly, and then suddenly shook violently! If it hadn't been for Locke's constant staring at it, it might have been thrown out in the first place!

At the same time, the mound of earth and rubble in front of Locke burst out violently in all directions, and the Tyr guards and gnomes shouted and hid in all directions!

Locke, who was in front of the mound of earth and rocks, hurriedly blocked his chest with the phoenix double blade in his left hand, and the holy light energy released turned into a raised shield, firmly blocking in front of him!