The threat of the Legion of the Undead is getting closer.

Locke subconsciously touched the Pain Blade on his waist, but the thin hilt made Locke realize that this was not a weapon he was familiar with. In this illusion, Locke is a paladin, not a death knight.

Hearthvale is the castle where he once fought to the death, where he once faced the undead scourge.

Now this illusion recreates Locke's memories, and this slightly bitter memory of Locke is displayed around Locke like this.

Everything was destroyed by the Scourge Legion, and the ghouls crawling on the ground quickly and accurately harvested the lives of the people in Hearth Valley, and the many paladins who resisted slaughtered these ghouls with all their might, but were eventually outnumbered.

There were too many undead disasters, and the jet-black wave of the undead seemed to never end, rushing into the castle, killing all the creatures that resisted in front of them.

The emerald green grass began to decay rapidly, and then the necromancers rushed in to quickly transform the corpses on the ground into undead.

Locke drew the sword from his waist, and although he didn't want to resist the undead, if he escaped from Hearthdale like this, then what difference would he have from the Lich King.

But facing these undead is terrifying, and there is no chance of victory.

Because tens of thousands of Catastrophe Legions are enough to kill all the Silver Hand Knights.

"Who do I love?" Locke sighed softly, and then his body turned into a flame, and he rushed into a group of ghouls, slashing several reckless ghouls with lightning speed, and then said in a low tone: "Anyone ...... Not loved. ”

In the illusion, Locke could not use the abilities of the Death Knight, nor could he feel the holy light, and could only rely on the blade and swordsmanship in his hand to protect himself.

Locke had gone through master-level advanced missions in his previous life, but he was definitely not as perverted as he is now, and the only explanation is that the lich Les Frost was playing tricks on it.

But Locke was undaunted, the red cloak on his body swayed in the wind, and the giant sword in his hand kept harvesting the lives of ghouls, and on the blood-spattered battlefield, Locke was as light as if composing a killing song.

The death of a large number of undead soon attracted the attention of the Scourge, and Locke on the battlefield was like a real god of death, capable of taking away a ghoul with every swing of his sword.

"It's called Thassarian, right? You go and kill that human. The Lich Royce stretched out his skeletal finger and pointed at Locke, who was in the midst of a killing not far away, and said in a cold and hoarse voice, "The Lich King definitely doesn't want to see too many casualties. ”

A death knight in black Lordaeron armor stared at Locke not far away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I carry out the order!" ”

Locke is now falling into a strange realm, although the things in front of him are the same as what he saw at the last moment in his previous life, but Locke knows that his current self is more powerful than his previous life, because this natural disaster army like a tide does not pose any threat to himself at all.

The increase in experience points pulsed in the retina, which made Locke even happier as if he had advanced to the master level, because the familiarity with the blade had already made him extremely excited.

It's your own swordsmanship, as if the weapon had become a part of your body.

This is the feeling of Locke, although he is not a sword master, but this kind of human sword unity feels really good.

"This time...... Tassarian? "Locke stopped attacking, he now played the role of a paladin in Hearthvale, not Death Knight Locke, so he couldn't use the Death Knight's spells, only the weapons in his hands.

Thassarian stared at Locke in front of him, his jet-black armor stained with blood, the emblem of Lordaeron, which had been dyed red under the scarlet blood of the humans, he drew his one-handed sword on his back, and stared at Locke.

This is a call to attack.

The blades of the two one-handed swords danced with blue lightning, and the sharp blades shimmered in the sun's rays, making people daunting.

Locke wasn't afraid, he had been with the undead for a long time, and he didn't have any fear of this creature at all.

"It's ugly, monster." An angry voice came from behind him, and then Locke heard a loud noise, it was a prime-aged paladin, he swung the hammer in his hand and wanted to crush Thassarian in front of him directly, but Thassarian directly gave him an end with the one-handed sword in his hand.

Click

Scarlet blood flowed down the blade of the rune sword, and Thassarian stared at Locke in front of him and said in a hoarse voice, "It's your turn next." ”

Locke shook the blade in his hand, signaling that the death knight could attack at will, the battle had not yet begun, and Locke had just used Thassarian's swordsmanship to hone his swordsmanship.

Master, but not an honorary title, when a person becomes a master-level power, no kingdom dares to ignore such a force, because the master-level combat power can have a decisive role on the battlefield.

The crisp blades met in the air, and Locke cheered up and used all his strength to fight against Thassarian in front of him, in his memory, Thassarian was actually not very strong, even in Locke's last memory, this guard who followed Arthas was only a master beginner.

The icy sonic boom echoed through the Valley of the Hearth, and the wails of the civilians continued, but the battle between the two warriors continued. Locke subtly opened up Thassarian's attacks again and again, and then drew with Thassarian with his sword skills alone.

With the sound of blades colliding, the speed of the wrist in Locke's hand became faster and faster.

Due to his unaccustomed to the human body, Locke can even feel the feeling of muscle stiffness, and the pain and pressure on his body have been oppressing Locke.

It's like falling into hell.

The human body is like that, in the midst of frantic battles, it quickly gets tired.

But the more this happened, the more Locke continued to fight, because he felt a glimmer of joy in it, and to outsiders, Locke not far away looked even more desperate than the undead.

He completely abandoned his defense, launched one attack after another with the giant sword in his hand, ignored the ghouls who attacked him, and launched a frantic attack with the giant sword in his hand.

Bang Bang Bang!!

Time passed little by little, in the firelight, a lot of blood overflowed from Locke's body, and his expression became more and more hideous, the skin on his body cracked due to the violent vibration, but Locke did not stop attacking. (To be continued.) )