"Well done, I already knew that none of this would bother you!"

Chromie looked at the chilling sword in Locke's hand and continued, "This sword has been stained with the blood of too many civilians, and countless humans have died tragically under this weapon. www.biquge.info their souls are imprisoned in this sword, and those who wield this weapon will be cursed by the souls of the dead under this weapon. ”

"Because it is dominated by the person who uses it, the soul sealed on this sword will occasionally help the person who uses it to come out to fight."

"Now, do you feel like you're always whispering in your ears?" Chromie looked at Locke with a smile.

Locke, who was suffering from the whispering brilliance, hurriedly threw the long sword in his hand into the magic bag provided by Chromie, and the murmur that had been ringing in his ears finally disappeared.

It's like someone whispering in your ear all the time, just right for you to hear, and you don't understand what is being said.

"Whew," Locke let out a sigh of relief.

Now that he understood the feelings of Arthas, who had been affected by Frost's sorrow, perhaps the murmur of the magic sword was even more powerful, otherwise Arthas's sanity would not have been lost.

"Alright, without further ado, let's move on!" While Locke was still stunned, Chromie directly turned into a dragon form, grabbed Locke and continued his journey in the Plaguelands.

"Hey, say hello by next time!" Locke shouted dissatisfiedly, "I have this right! ”

"You're talking to dragons about power? Locke, you must have a bad brain. Chromie's slightly playful voice came.

"Well, you have your say." Locke realized that they were not equal, the big guy in front of him was a dragon, she was not a green NPC who was not a threat to herself like in the game, she was a living dragon! Maybe it's interesting to leave yourself wherever you want to be when you're in a bad mood.

After another short flight, Locke was once again hoisted by Chromie to a diseased wood. The trees here have completely turned into large mushrooms, and a thick brown fog is constantly emerging from the holes in the mushrooms.

"You're not going to let me come here to find the undead soldiers who fought in the Battle of Talon County, do you?" Locke pointed to the poisonous mushroom forest in disbelief.

"Yes, is there any doubt about that?" Cromi waved his hand and continued, "As a bronze dragon, I know exactly what that means. You don't have to question that, I said it's here, but this time it's going to take you into some battles! ”

"Fighting?!" Locke stared at Chromie angrily, he pointed to the mushroom forest covered in yellow poisonous mist, "It's full of deadly poisonous mist, you actually let me in?!" Isn't this looking for death? ”

"Pay attention to who you are, Locke." Chromie said with a look of helplessness, "If you were an ordinary person, maybe it would be fatal to you. But you are a paladin, and the Light you believe in will help you to overcome these plagues. It could even be said that the Light is the nemesis of all natural plagues! You paladins are quicker and safer than any other class when dealing with these scourge spirits! ”

"If it were an ordinary person, I would never let them into this kind of woodland!" Chromie said solemnly, but she immediately laughed, "Of course, you may have a partner to act with you in this operation!" ”

"Partner?" Locke looked at Chromie suspiciously, "Who would choose to go into this kind of ghost place?" ”

"Yes, the name of this organization is the Cenarion Council!" Chromie grinned at Locke and said, "Seriously, those druids never seem to give up, I've been paying attention to them for a long time. As a bronze dragon, I have great respect for this determination to cleanse the plague land, I have spoken to them before, and they have told me that this land is not incurable, and of course I know if the land here can be redeemed..."

"Okay, that's a lot!" Chromie frowned in annoyance, and then she cautiously said to Locke, word for word, "Not far ahead, there's a Night Elf druid. She is preparing to enter this land, and she wants to bring this land back to life through her own efforts. ”

"The two of you are on the same mission in some way, and that woodland is full of raging undead soldiers who are the objects of our rituals. After killing them, the Probe Crystal reacts to their skulls. ”

Locke walked towards the mushroom grove without saying a word, he had his own thoughts. If you go with the druid, will you have to help her yourself? And I only need five heads, so there's no need to waste time on other things.

"Given the complexity of this woodland, I suggest you go together! This woodland is more complex than you might think," Chromie may have had insight into Locke's thoughts, and she warned, "The acolytes of the Cursed Sect, psychics, and other twisted undead are everywhere in this woodland, and without the help of others, your desire to kill a few undead soldiers will be dashed quickly!" ”

"Okay." Locke nodded helplessly, she was being led by Chromie's nose, and she had to do whatever she said. It's been a long time since I've felt like this.

Locke pulled down the scarf and covered his nose as he cautiously walked towards the location where the druids were hiding as Chromie had guided.

Due to the proximity to the outer edge of the mushroom forest, the yellow mist here became a little thicker, and Locke had to be careful to watch the movements around him.

At the same time, Locke was also a little annoyed, with his current identity and status, there was no need to come out and do what these adventurers would do. You must know that the son of a daughter can't sit down, what is he? Do you want to die?

But when Locke thought of Pamela's poor little girl, he had to put this thought behind him. People have to do something in this life that they think they need to do and must do, don't they?

Locke's careful sword tugged at the nearly human-tall artemisia grass around him as he walked toward Chromie's guidance.

"A diseased tree with its mushroom crown blown off and a large cut in the rhizome." Locke muttered to himself, looking at the trees around him.

"Huh! Got it! ”

Less than a hundred yards ahead, a tree in this shape towered over the edge of the mushroom grove.

Chopping through the artemisia grass that stood in his way, Locke stumbled to the range of the tree.

"Hi, druid. I've found you, come out! Locke fiddled with the artemisia grass on his body, "Someone told me you needed help, so I'm here!" ”

As soon as Locke's words ended, a purple-black leopard appeared under the tree with the broken neck, and she looked at Locke with puzzled eyes, and human language appeared from the leopard's mouth.

"You've found out, human. Looks like I'm going to need to practice my stealth skills! The purple-black leopard squatted on the ground helplessly, "Who asked you to help me?" Is it parliament? Or is it the Silver Dawn? ”

"Oh?! Wait a minute. The leopard seemed to have noticed something, and she circled around Locke, "You're not the one of Silver Dawn!" Are you a crusader?! Looks like you're still a big man in the Crusaders, and you're still a paladin?! ”

"Oh, sorry! Allow me to change the face, this is rude! After the leopard said this, a puff of light smoke appeared from her, and she instantly transformed from the image of a leopard to a night elf with pointed ears and purple-blue skin, and she had long green hair like a shawl like leaves, which extended below her waist.

Her pupils were green, and on either cheek, two green leaf-like facial lines stretched from the top of her eyebrows down to the height of her nose.

She wears a green dress and holds a wooden staff in her hand.

She's a little taller, even a little taller than Locke.

This is a druid who looks like a young Night Elf, but does not tell the actual age of a Night Elf from his appearance.

The Night Elves were immortal when they were connected to the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, but after World War I, the Well of Eternity exploded into a maelstrom and the connection was severed.

The Night Elves should have lost their eternal life at this time. However, Illidan poured the stolen well water into the first solar well, and in order to prevent a quick return of disaster, one of the consorts of the Red Dragon Queen, Crassus, suggested that the Grand Druid Malfario plant the World Tree Nodashir in Mount Hyjal, and the Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa once again blessed eternal life.

So except for those newborn Night Elves, any Night Elf who looks like an adult is likely to be an old youkai who has lived for almost 10,000 years.

However, because of their long lifespan, the reproduction level of the Night Elves has always been very low, which has to be said to be a kind of restriction measure imposed by the Creator on the Night Elves.

Having an eternal lifespan limits the ability to reproduce.

However, according to the timeline that Locke already knows, I'm afraid that the current Nordasir World Tree has exploded and killed Akmund, right?

In that case, these Night Elves are no longer immortal.

When Locke looked at the Night Elves, the Night Elves looked at him curiously.

Looking at each other, Locke was a little embarrassed by the night elf's green pupils, and he tilted his head to the side.

"Your eyes are so sharp, you can see me hiding in the grass!" The Night Elf Druid said with a smile, "Maybe my stealth level is indeed a little low, but as a recovery druid, stealth is really not my strong point." ”

"So, you don't have to worry about it at all, do you?" Locke also smiled and looked back at her and said, "Actually, I didn't notice you, I just shouted casually, because someone did tell me you were here." ”

"Introduce myself, I'm Paladin of the Silver Hand, Locke Harvey, Deputy Commander of the Crusaders!" Locke straightened up and saluted her. Then he smiled at this and said, "You can call me Locke." ”

"I am the Rhine, the druid of the Cenarion Council. Did you know the Cenarion Council? The druid, named Rhine, seemed to identify with her organization, and she tried to explain to Locke the philosophy of the Druid Church.

"Miss Rhein, allow me to call you that for the time being." Locke had to interrupt her elaboration, and he was now beginning to wonder about the actual age of this druid.

How can any druid promote the teachings of the druids to mankind? Not to mention promoting a paladin to yourself?