Thunder shone in the night, and the wind carried cold raindrops through the already shattered Riptide Fort.

The castle towering over Fort Riptide mage was already full of loopholes, and the faint candlelight danced in the night, as if it was about to be washed away by the rain in the next moment.

Hot blood slowly left from Locke's cheeks, and he pulled Laurena in his right hand and held his sword in his left hand, the pain reminding him that he was a human at the moment.

And not an undead. "Human, hand over that woman." The orc said slowly in an unquestionable tone: "Let me hand her over to His Royal Highness Prince Garin, and there will be nothing left." “

The orc doesn't want to fight Locke, it's reckless, but it's not stupid, and once it fights Locke and consumes a lot of stamina, it will let the elven mages and necromancers around it pick it up, and at that point, things may not turn out the way it thinks. It's better to give the human in front of you a step now. "Human, you don't need to think, you can't escape." "What's more, you're not even an elite level, and with your qualifications, you will definitely be able to be promoted to the elite level, why sacrifice your life here for nothing."

The orcs talk eloquently, and these words were learned in an orc concentration camp, which was a big reason why it was appreciated by Prince Garin.

Tick, tick.

Blood flowed down Locke's arm onto the blade of the Destroyer of Worlds, then formed a pool of blood on the ground.

Locke felt a burst of despair in his heart, the blue dragon Liliana disappeared without hearing from him after unleashing a dragon power, and the faint sound of the dragon's groan from the thunder not far away let Locke know that things were not so simple.

For there were two dragons fighting in the rainstorm. And in the castle, Locke seems to have fallen into trouble.

Such a situation......

Locke had faced it once, in the Tirifa glades, when Locke and the remnants of his army were surrounded by an army of the undead on the hills, and this is how a necromancer gave this sweet poison. "Surrender, you have one more life, death, which will bring destruction."

The necromancer's hoarse voice echoed in Locke's mind, then echoed with the orc's voice in front of him.

Locke closed his eyes and used the Destroyer of Worlds station, feeling the strength of Laurena holding his arm grow, he took a deep breath, the weakness and weakness of the past, even after becoming a death knight, were only covered up with brutality and strength. And now, Locke is going to overcome himself.

From now on, he doesn't want cowardice to exist in his heart, even if fate can't resist. He also had to do the best he could.

Thinking of this, Locke slowly exhaled a breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and said in a firm and powerful voice: "I refuse, the battle is not over, orc." “

The howl of the wind, mixed with the sound of thunderstorms, blew Locke's hair up, and Locke was greeted by the laughter of the necromancer "Jie Ji" and the sound of the elven mage clapping. "Human, you're impressing me."

The elven mage had a smile on his face, he hadn't seen such an interesting human in a long time. Although this human will still be killed by himself after escaping the orc's battle, what he didn't expect was that he would duel with the orc. "The battle between gladiators and beasts is always something to look forward to." The arrogant voice of the elf reached the ears of the orc, even if the orc had a strategy, but the orc who drank the blood of the demon was not good at using strategy.

Great power can always destroy everything. Isn't it?

The orc raised the battle axe in his hand, although it didn't dare to trouble the elven mage, but the trouble for a small character like Locke was too easy, it didn't even have the mood to mock Locke, and rushed directly to Locke again.

Locke went up for not wanting to run any further. Death glyphs flashed on the blade, and the dark power on his body surged, forming a faint black light on the surface of Locke's body.

Sonorous.

The fire still burst out on the blade, and Locke was still suppressed by the orcs, but unlike before, there was only perseverance in Locke's eyes. "Ghoul, this is now."

The floor of the castle trembled, and the stones began to tremble slightly, and many of them began to collapse. This made the elven mage, who had always been calm, frown slightly, and the next scene was what the elf mage didn't want to see.

Bang

The ground of the castle collapsed, and both Locke and the orcs were carried down by the collapsed stones. Between the lightning and flint, Alice's ghost appeared from the void, and she picked Laurena up and floated down.

This made the necromancer who had been watching the play hate it to the root of its teeth, how could it not have imagined that its Alice actually went to help the enemy, did it really have its own consciousness?

This is impossible, Necromancer Kuran screamed to himself in his heart.

………………

Locke was still awake in the air, and in the midst of the thunderstorm, the frantic wind and rain could make the elite-level orcs lose all their minds, but Locke was prepared. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Ghost, hold me." ”

As a ghost Alice who used to be at the peak of the elite, even if she is now an elite mid-level, it is very easy for her to catch a person in mid-air, she is a spirit creature herself, and if she is not tolerated by Azeroth's magnetic field, there is no way to talk about the earth treaty that she has to abide by.

Only to see a pale hand phantom grasp Locke, and then slowly land under the castle.

After about 1 minute or so, Locke and Laurena both landed, as soon as they landed, Locke hurriedly retracted Alice into the space, using this undead before because the chains on his body were enough to control this undead for a while, but once the time grows, there may be some big variables, such as the necromancer Kuran also uses spiritism to interfere.

Locke coughed up a trace of blood, fighting against the elite-level orcs, but it made him feel a lot of pressure, just two confrontations, and the blood bar of his body turned directly yellow.

"Geral, no, Gerala hasn't come out yet, Locke, can you accompany me to find Geral?" Laurina's face was full of anxiety, she looked nervously at the castle not far away, and said urgently.

But Locke shook his head, and Locke also looked at Riptide Castle in the storm, but Locke looked further away.

In mid-air, a blue dragon and a bronze dragon were fighting in a thunderstorm, the cold frost breath froze the clouds into pieces of frost, and the yellow sand spit out of the bronze dragon's mouth also resisted Liliana's frost.

"There's a skew in timing here."

"I've turned back time, why are you here to make trouble."

The bronze dragon's voice was not loud, but it made Locke hear, for a while, he felt a little painful, he tried to change history, but in the end, the bronze dragon didn't need to come forward in person, can he wipe himself out?

He looked not far away with a wry smile, and now he couldn't tolerate a bitter smile, because in front of him, there were hundreds of skeleton soldiers, who were rapidly rushing towards Locke.