The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the Eastern Plaguelands, and pale blue flames rose to the sound of horses' hooves, and then quickly wiped out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the fire of the soul, and this world does not exist.

The Nightmare Warhorse walked slowly along the road of the Eastern Plaguelands, once a bustling road surrounded by lush trees, but now the road was lined with giant mushrooms and plague-infested beasts.

Locke was riding on the Nightmare Warhorse, observing the Sick Woods, the mushroom forest named the Sickwood Forest by the Knights of the Silver Hand, which was now littered with corpses.

"Sure enough, did Kel'thugad still come to the Eastern Plaguelands ahead of schedule?" Locke looked at the corpses on the ground, the Silver Hand knights had apparently died not long ago, and the expressions of fear were still written all over their faces.

The knights of the Silver Hand were clearly dying in fear, most of their weapons broken, their robes dyed red or black, and more striking were the flies that swirled around the corpses, which would soon spawn a plague among the corpses.

The recent attack, led by Kel'thugad, led by Stratholme's undead, was a battle that devastated the Knights of the Silver Hand and allowed Naxxramas and the Scourge to gain a foothold in the Eastern Plaguelands.

Locke looked at the sky, which had been dyed red, made from the Cauldron of Plague not far away. Bursts of gunpowder smoke rose from the iron pot and drifted through the sky, staining the sky red.

Locke came to the Eastern Plague Land alone, and he didn't plan to launch a campaign in the Eastern Plague Land in a short period of time, after all, it was not good to launch a campaign at all during this period.

For example, yesterday's battle at Stratholme, which was fought a few years later, but under the influence of Locke, the rout of the Silver Hand came to an early end.

A smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth, and after a while, the Bronze Dragon Legion that threatened Locke's existential crisis was now just a joke.

The Apocalypse of Kinloth let out a trembling sound, and the artifact seemed to be happy with its owner's happiness. Locke lifted the sword up, stroked it gently, and thought of Vivica in the Ghost Lands not long ago.

Everything is going very well in the Ghost Land, the blood elves have not only been expelled from the ghost land, but the Black Blade Knights have also begun to be formed, I believe that it will not be long before that group of blood elf death knights will become Locke's best help.

The only fly in the ointment is that the Blackebon Fortress still has some flaws that have not been resolved, which makes Locke give up the idea of sitting in the Blackebon Fortress and coming to the Eastern Plaguelands.

"The Knights of the Black Blade are mine." Locke thought to himself.

He is now in the Eastern Plague Lands, transforming himself into a Death Knight, so that not only can he ignore the surrounding Scourge Legions, but he can also make ordinary human soldiers see it and be terrified.

His target at the moment is the Hand of Tyr in the Eastern Plaguelands.

That's Locke's goal this time, there.

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The sky was always gloomy, and when Locke reached the door of the Hand of Tyr, he noticed that something was wrong, even if he changed himself into a human form, he was also suspicious of the human soldiers at the door.

The soldiers, dressed in heavy armor, stared at Locke with suspicion, and the weapons in their hands were shaking as if they were threatening something.

"Whether you have the plague or not, you must be locked in a quarantine cell and wait three days before you can enter Tyr's hands."

The soldier's voice echoed in Locke's ears, which made Locke stunned slightly, but soon, Locke let out a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha." Locke pulled out the Kinloth on his waist: "It's really unfortunate, I'm in a hurry, can you make me a special case?" ”

The soldiers of the Hand of Tyr looked at Locke coldly, since Arthas slaughtered Stratholme, Lordaeron's former territory had become very uneasy, and the county of Talon had been scorched by the undead not long ago.

A soldier in golden armor stepped out from inside the Hand of Tyr: "I'm sorry that the destruction of the main force of the Knights of the Silver Hand has made the situation even worse. ”

"But rules are rules, and we must observe every human from the Eastern Plaguelands, because these humans may be infected with the plague in their bodies."

Locke shrugged his shoulders: "Although I am not very happy to do this, my time is very precious. ”

"Tell Bridget to come out to me, and say I'm Locke!"

As the words fell, Locke sent the Nightmare Horse directly into Tyr's hand, and the Nightmare Warhorse let out a happy roar before charging into the inside of Tyr's hand.

Ordinary human heavy armor soldiers couldn't stop it at all, and even the knights in Tyr's hands were mostly not Locke's enemies for a turn.

However, Locke tried not to kill as much as possible, after all, he had come here to talk to Bridget about something.

Locke reined in the Nightmare Warhorse and mockingly looked at the scattered defenders of Tyre's Hand who were beaten by Locke: "Why, you have this ability, and you want to stop my progress with this ability." ”

But at this moment, a coquettish voice came from not far away: "Stop." ”

Bridget was walking down from the castle at this time, and she was very surprised when she saw Locke not far away, but at this time, this death knight dared to take the risk to meet her, obviously there was something very important.

Brigitte said, "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

Locke looked at Bridget not far away, and if there was any change in Bridget, it was that her young face had become much more mature.

It was clearly her father's death that caused all this.

Locke looked up: "Dead...... For a long time, death was not the first fear that haunted the human heart. ”

"I'm here today to stop hatred."

Bridget glanced at Locke in surprise, "I didn't want to ignore you, but your bravery exceeded my expectations. ”

"But now I'm going to a meeting, would you like to come with me?"

Locke nodded.

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Cathedral of the Holy Light

Three hours ago, the remnants of the Knights of the Silver Hand reclaimed the city, and many paladins wearing Silver Hand armor used the light to cleanse the plague near the Light's Wish.

It was the largest church in the Eastern Plaguelands, but now it was a region of necromantic rejects. But now the situation has changed.

Locke took a deep breath, he looked at the Cathedral of the Wish of Light not far away, and understood one thing, that is, no matter what he talked to Briggie about today, the establishment of the Scarlet Crusade would be successful.

Locke does not actually exclude humans from joining his kingdom, although he nominally obeys the orders of the Lich King, but in reality he is similar to the warlord of the Scourge Legion, and he may or may not listen to the Lich King's orders, such as his plan to relocate the remnants of Lordaeron to Hinterland to clear the wasteland.

But the establishment of the Scarlet Crusade could frustrate Locke's plans. (To be continued.) )