Locke nodded: "Yes, you can lead your army of rangers to find a place to live in Hinterland, I will not interfere, but in return, I hope you can fight for me when I need it." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In fact, although the elven army led by Wen Lesa does not have the existence of mages, these huge ranger armies can also be said to be very powerful in the elven army, and there are just few archers in Locke's army, and the addition of these elves can make Locke's army's long-range ability even stronger.

Wenlesa was silent for a moment, but soon she nodded, after all, by now, she had no place to go, and the destruction of Dalaran had left Ronin missing, and from the current point of view, living in Hinterland could be said to be a very good place.

"Then I'm leading my Ranger to Hinterland, and I'm afraid I'll cause the trolls of the forest to move by entering Zuaman," said Winresa. ”

Locke said: "Okay. ”

………………

Among Zuaman.

This is the capital of forest trolls for thousands of years, and even when the forest trolls are at their weakest, they are not occupied by any living beings, because here is not only the most powerful Amani troll of forest trolls, but also four gods, and intelligent witchcraft lords.

At this time, just as Locke was heading to Zuaman, there was also a fierce quarrel in the capital of the forest trolls.

Malakas looked coldly at the four forest troll leaders arguing below, they belonged to different races, but among Zuaman, they were collectively known as the Amani tribe.

"That Locke, just a human." Haraz said coldly, as a priest serving the god of bobcats, he was very resistant to the fact that humans had become the king of trolls.

Narolak shook his head, "But he is the child of prophecy, and the gods have given us instructions in our dreams. ”

After a long silence, Maracas looked at the four forest trolls, these troll priests who served the gods were probably in a dead end, and he said calmly, "The language of the gods doesn't matter. ”

This sentence was like a stone being smashed into a pool, and it aroused the surprised eyes of many forest trolls, in the concept of forest trolls, it is absolutely impossible to question the words of the gods, it is rebellion, it is an enemy.

But it was the witchcraft lord Maracas who said this, dressed in a gorgeous silk robe, and looked coldly at the four forest troll priests: "I once went to Zandalara, which was once the capital of the Troll Empire, and the priests of Zandalar told me that they do not recognize this child of prophecy. ”

The expression on Malakas's face suddenly became strange: "The priest of Zandala also told me that if we could, we could enslave the power of the gods!" ”

"It can't be!"

"How could the power of the gods be stolen."

"For thousands of years, it is the gods who have protected us!"

The priests of the forest trolls let out a burst of exclamation, and they all looked at the witchcraft lord Maracas in front of them, as if they had seen a monster.

Malacas let out a burst of laughter: "Hahaha, you stupid trolls, haven't you thought that you have gained the power of the gods, and we are not the opponents of the elves. ”

"What's more, Zurkin, the king of Zuaman, has always been Zurkin, have you forgotten that in the second war, Zurkin led the forest trolls."

The bonfire was beating, and the wooden blocks were quickly disintegrating in the flames, and at that moment, the sound of footsteps came slowly.

"Steal, the power of the gods, the last fool, even if he has the power of a demigod, will be killed by me." Locke's figure emerges from the campfire.

A human appeared in Zuaman, apparently causing the hostility of many of the forest troll priests.

A smile appeared at the corner of Locke's mouth: "When we first met, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Locke, and I will be the king of Zuaman not long after." ”

Locke stomped on the ground with his foot, "Come out, Shadra." ”

A spider phantage appeared beside Locke, and the demigod spider quickly turned into a white-haired girl and stood beside Locke: "He is the child of prophecy I told you before. ”

"Troll Holy Sword, he's already found three."

After a brief moment of silence, the many forest troll priests surrendered to Locke.

In fact, this is not surprising, after all, last night, the forest troll priests communicated with their gods, and they all pledged their allegiance to Locke.

The exception was Malacas, the witch lord who was gritting his teeth and had no intention of allegiance to Locke.

"Malacas, the forest troll witch doctor who has researched and wielded the power of the gods, although his wisdom is extraordinary, but if it is not used by me, I will destroy it." Locke said coldly.

The power of the heroic rank emanated from Locke's body, and this power made the forest troll priests feel terrified, after all, the forest trolls with this kind of power had long since lost their trace, and only when the gods gave them power, they had this level of power.

Terror slowly rose from Malacas's heart, he didn't expect Locke to be so powerful, just as he was about to surrender, out of the other darkness, a troll with a broken arm came out, he looked at Locke not far away: "Wait, I'm not here yet." ”

"I am the king of Zuaman."

The severed-arm troll slowly emerged from the darkness, his muscular body full of vicissitudes written on it, and so did his eyes. Locke looked coldly at the severed-arm troll not far away.

He knew the troll, the famous hero of Zuaman, the famous butcher of the Second War.

"Zurkin, you dare to come to me?" Locke looked at Zulkin coldly, in fact, he was no longer the Death Knight he once was, Locke with hero-level power could ignore most of Azeroth's heroes.

Zurkin locked onto Locke with cold eyes: "This is Zuaman, the territory of the forest trolls. ”

Locke said, "But the forest troll is mine. ”

As soon as the words fell, Locke didn't plan to communicate with Zurkin, his body turned into an afterimage, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow power, and he rushed towards Zurkin.

Kinloth has been out of the body, this Excalibur of Doom Divine Sword, once made countless enemies feel the arrival of the apocalypse, this time, there will be no accidents.

But to Locke's surprise, the severed-arm troll Zulkin was unusually fast, only to see him dodge Locke's attack, and then angrily scolded: "Malacas, don't help me yet." ”

Malakas's face showed a hint of coldness: "Obey! (To be continued.) )