The night was very unpeaceful.

Locke heard the delicate panting and thick panting sound in the forest, which was particularly strange in the dark forest, and the originally very fragrant scene happened in the Lordaeron Forest at this time, which was a little terrifying. The undead are accustomed to using all kinds of hints to make people enter the trap, and they can unconsciously make people into danger, because the undead are eager to kill, even if there is a lot of gap between them and humans in terms of strength, but under the crazy will, the undead can definitely exert 100% strength.

The forest was pitch black, but in Locke's retina, there was nothing to hide in this forest, everything was like day. It's just that he didn't find out which bushes the two field fighters were hiding.

The voice is getting louder and louder.

Locke could clearly hear a pair of men and women moaning in the bushes not far in front of him. Locke frowned slightly, the harsh smell wafted through the air, it was a very expensive aphrodisiac, and it was obvious that the two men and women who were moaning in the wild had come here to moan in the middle of the night because they had been coerced, presumably to attract the attention of the farmer. Locke sighed slightly, and there was a sound of weapons clinking on the edge of the surrounding woods, and Locke looked up, and a sturdy green figure appeared between the branches.

That's the forest troll.

Sou!

A throwing spear landed at Locke's feet, scarlet drifting through the air, and in the darkness, several forest troll warriors stepped out of the darkness. Their eyes are full of aggression, and the bobcat skull hanging from their necks declares the identity of these forest trolls, that is, the forest trolls who ran out of Zuaman, for thousands of years, the forest trolls living in Zuaman have from time to time to harass the borders of humans and the elven kingdom, and take human or elven captives as the best sacrifice to the gods, and in the current day of the plague outbreak in Lordaeron, these Amani trolls frequently launched attacks on humans. Although the timing was well timed, the forest trolls without Zulgin were nothing more than a mess, and when the main force escaped from the Amani Empire, they were ambushed by the elves and then shrank back into the Amani Empire.

But now these forest trolls in front of Locke are obviously forest trolls who ran out of the Amani Empire, and the faces of these forest trolls are full of bloodthirst, after all, these small groups of forest trolls can easily release the cruel nature of the trolls themselves after coming to the territory of humans. A forest troll grinned as he pulled the cage out of the bushes, only to see two young men and women, moving crimson faces, but apparently much slower. One of the forest trolls sneering, "(Lingua Franca) You can choose a way to die next." ”

"To be boiled alive, or to choose to be the same as the human in front of you."

Immediately after, a shrill laugh of forest trolls was heard in the dark forest, and they covered their stomachs with their emerald green palms, as if they were facing a human on the verge of death.

"Of course, you can also run away, but the spear will pierce your intestines."

Locke stared coldly at several forest trolls in front of him, he stretched out his foot and kicked the spear in front of him, only to hear the spear make a "sonorous" metal trembling sound, and then a burst of frost quickly condensed onto the wooden stick of the spear, and soon solidified, and finally the whole spear turned into a popsicle.

"Magician!" Several forest trolls let out a low roar in unison, and their faces stared at Locke in front of them as if they had seen a ghost, and drops of cold sweat appeared from the forest troll's forehead. Magicians are a kind of thing that can be seen everywhere in Quel'Thalas, and they can only be said to be strategic weapons in Lordaeron, because there are not many mages in Lordaeron, so compared to the elven kingdom, trolls prefer to fight autumn wind in Lordaeron, because even if the general knight lords know that a small group of forest trolls are invading, they will pretend not to know, after all, it is very cost-effective to let their retainers fight against trolls, and the homeless people always have them, and those mud-legged people die in a batch, It will soon be able to be replenished from the homeless.

The forest trolls never thought that they would encounter such a hard scum in Lordaeron's territory, their eyes flickered, and they slowly retreated, for fear of irritating Locke, if the forest trolls were allowed to retreat into the forest, then even mages would never risk their lives to chase the trolls.

Thousands of years of experience made the forest trolls immediately choose to retreat, but just as they were about to leave here, they heard a sonorous voice again: "(Troll) You all stand for me, there is something I want to talk to you about." ”

A human who can speak troll? It's not that there are no such fools in history, but this kind of fools who claim to be archaeologists and troll research experts quickly get into the belly of trolls, so it's been a long time since humans have been willing to learn the language of trolls and communicate with them. But now there is a human who can speak troll language.

Still a mage.

What surprised the forest troll even more was Locke's next move, as he pulled out the Blade of Pain from his waist, a weapon smelted from the Forest Troll's holy sword, from which it exuded a faint divine power.

"The breath of the destroyer of worlds!" The forest trolls shouted.

The forest trolls stared at Locke in front of them with terrified eyes, and their minds suddenly remembered a story in the south, that is, a human who was raised by trolls, and now leads the forest trolls in the south and has built a huge empire. Regardless of whether this story is true or not, the fluctuations of divine power emanating from the weapon in the human hand in front of him about the destroyer of the worlds have already made many forest trolls not know whether to obey Locke or not.

Forest trolls have never been subject to human habits, at least not in the Amani Empire, though ancient troll legends say that forest trolls must obey the commander of the destroyer of all worlds, regardless of race. Although it was nothing more than a joke for thousands of years, for the sword blade that activated the destroyer of all worlds, the suppression of the divine power emanating from it made it impossible for the forest trolls to rise up to resist. They hesitated for a moment, then bowed down in front of Locke: "Our Zurkin, we obey you, identify with you, and rebuild the immortal empire." ”

However, Locke's vision did not focus on the forest trolls in front of him, but instead put his eyes on the wooden prison in the bushes not far away, and it was clear that the two people in the wooden prison were not as simple as Locke imagined.

(To be continued.) )