Scarlet blood flowed down the wooden cage, staining the withered grass red. The man who was imprisoned in the wooden cage had a hideous smile on his face, his eyes were wide open, his mouth made a "ho-ho" sound, his hands were stained with blood, and the woman under his crotch was obviously dead because of a large hole in her chest. Around the wooden cage, the environment changed little by little, and the fire of evil energy that burned from the ground quickly and accurately directly burned the wooden cage that trapped the man.

But the man was unscathed.

Locke frowned slightly, the fluctuations of evil energy in the air had already made him realize a trace of unease. It hadn't been a day or two since the Burning Legion's palm had reached into Lordaeron, but according to Locke's judgment, at least the master-level peak evil power was contained in this man's body at the moment, and it was obvious that this was not a human, but a demon.

"Where the hell did you catch this team of men and women?" Locke asked the forest troll beside him.

There was an evil fire on the ground, and these forest trolls hid next to Locke because they were afraid, because just now a troll went to extinguish the evil flames, but they were swallowed in it, and they completely disappeared into the air without even saying a word, and the trolls looked at each other, but they didn't say anything, because the evil fire burning from the ground right now was even more terrifying than the blue Zandalar flames they saw in the sacrifice.

"We found these two knights on the avenue of Lordaeron, it seems that they are knights of the Silver Hand, they are not very strong, we rushed up and caught them, and two brothers died for this." The first blind forest troll spoke quickly, clearly shocked by what was happening in front of him.

Locke nodded, because there were drastic changes in the man in the wooden cage, only to see a pair of bat wings growing on the back behind him, and the palms of his hands began to stretch out their claws, and his body gradually became taller, he said with a cruel smile: "It's good to see you again, Locke." ”

His body gradually transformed into the Dreadlord, the two demonic horns on his forehead looked particularly hideous, and his huge feet became a ladder for a cow, on which a pale green fire of evil energy burned.

"Marganis, your true form has finally come to Azeroth?" Locke stationed the Blade of Suffering, and he didn't want to confront the Dreadlord head-on right now, because he wasn't the Dreadlord's opponent right now, but fortunately, the Dreadlord didn't mean to do anything to Locke for the time being.

Marganis squinted his eyes at Locke in front of him, and in the dark night, his pale green eyes showed his extra fear: "Don't be so nervous, I came to see you this time to tell you something." And one more thing to ask you. ”

He stretched out his wings, and a wave of evil energy rippled around him, and a forest troll who tried to get close to the Dreadlord burned directly to a pile of ashes, and he said in the softest voice possible, "Also, I want you to be able to manage your own subordinates. ”

Locke raised his hand: "(Troll words) Don't come close, this guy is an evil god." ”

The forest trolls looked at each other, and finally retreated behind Locke, no longer thinking of attacking the Dreadlord Marganis.

"Hahahaha" Marganis let out a burst of laughter, "By the way, I want to know one thing about Neozu, and that is whether he has ever gotten the Book of Medivan. ”

Locke shook his head slightly: "Regarding this matter, I think the higher-ups of Dalaran have been vigilant for a long time, as early as when Medivan opened the Dark Gate, they realized that Medivan had the skills to break through Azeroth's defense system. ”

"The elves have also warned Dalaran and sent an army to guard the book and prevent the demons from entering Azeroth."

Locke looked at the Dreadlord Marganis in front of him, and then said, "The secrecy level of the Book of Medivan is very high, and even Kel'thugad has no way to find out. ”

Marganis nodded, "We've also tried to find this book in Dalaran, but now it seems that unless Dalaran is defeated by force, it will not be possible to get the book at all. ”

"By the way, I was going to tell you good news, and now I'm going to tell you."

"With the help of the Cult of the Damned, a shipment of plague-infected food has been delivered to Stratholme, and before long, all the inhabitants of that city will be pawns of the Burning Legion." Marganis spoke without caring about the darkening face on Locke's face, and said in a deep and powerful voice, "Locke, although I don't know what the Lich King and you are hiding from the Burning Legion, I believe that when Akmund arrives in Azeroth, your ridiculous plot will be wiped out under the iron hooves of the Burning Legion. ”

The fleshy wings on his back flapped and flew in the air, and the evil flames on the ground were quickly extinguished, leaving only a dark land, and Marganis raised his voice and said: "Locke, the Lich King deliberately wanted to spare your life, although I don't know what secrets you had with him before, but now I am going to help the Prince of Arthas." ”

A wave of scorching evil energy suddenly burst out from the ground, and Locke activated the anti-magic shield in an instant, and then he did not suffer any damage, but a wail behind him made Locke's heart sink to the bottom, he turned his head, only to see that at least half of the forest trolls had turned into a pile of coals under the evil fire, and only five Amani forest trolls were not burned by the evil fire. Locke gritted his teeth, he saw with his own eyes that the remaining forest trolls, after being infected with the fire of evil energy, could not be extinguished at all, and then directly burned to the ground.

The Dreadlord let out a shrill laugh and the news was heard in the endless darkness of the night.

Behind Locke were only five Amani trolls, who watched in horror as the ground had turned into black charcoal, half-kneeling on the ground and praying for the protection of the gods.

Locke put away the Blade of Suffering, and then said to the Amani trolls, "When you return, tell the gods of Zuaman to sacrifice, and say that I, the great king of trolls, will arrive in Zuaman in three months, and ask the five of them to renounce their allegiance to the tribe and join me. ”

"You tell him that the main force of the orcs has been completely defeated, and there is no possibility of threatening the eastern kingdom, if you don't want to be destroyed by the elves, you must be loyal to me."

Locke looked at the backs of several forest trolls in the news, he knew that Zuaman's persuasion this time must not have much effect, but there were some things he had to do personally.

He stared at Stratholme in the distance, shrouded in hazy mist, and whispered, "Stratholme......"

Locke wanted to stop Arthas's slaughter, and if Arthas hadn't slaughtered the city, perhaps Azeroth's future wouldn't be so bleak. If the city had to be slaughtered, Locke would never be relentless.

(To be continued.) )