Without waiting for Locke to take a few steps up, a colorful light suddenly bloomed in the cave, and this sudden light made Locke's vigilance rise to the top in an instant, after all, the unknown is terrifying, and no one knows if there will be anything strange. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

You must know that Locke is being targeted by the bronze dragon.

He quickly activated the anti-magic shield, and then pulled the Blade of Pain from his waist, and in the dark darkness, a crisp voice echoed, "Locke, is that you?" ”

The voice was Bridget's, and she cautiously lowered her voice and said, "A mage said he could open a portal for me for free and bring you back, so I agreed. ”

"So, is that you, Locke?"

Locke was slightly stunned, he didn't remember any mage friends he had, but it was clear that this was not the time to think about that, because in front of him, the glowing portal was already firmly in front of him, and the location behind the portal was none other than Stratholme.

He took a deep breath and walked through the portal. As soon as he walked through the portal, a gentle force enveloped Locke, and he closed his eyes.

Time flies, and when Locke opens his eyes again, he is back in Stratholme.

Bridget, who was wearing paladin armor in front of her, was looking nervously at Locke in front of her, and she said in some shock: "Just now, a person on the street suddenly went crazy and bit several pedestrians passing by. ”

"Really, the plague has begun, and the Silver Hand has promised to fully support us in making holy water." Bridget took out a small bottle from her waist: "This is the well water of the Well of the Sun, which contains a large amount of magical power, and with the holy light power of the Silver Hand Knights, it can quickly make a large amount of holy water." ”

"Locke, let's go, time is running out, we must hurry to the town hall in Stratholme, find Baron Dale Reven, and ask him for some empty bottles." Bridget took Locke's hand by the hand and headed towards the center of Stratholme Town Hall.

Locke has now become human, and the undead have also been retracted into the shadow realm, he walks on the streets of Stratholme, although fear has appeared in the minds of Stratholme humans, but at this time there are not many humans who have become walking corpses. But the question Locke was thinking about now: "Baron Dale Reven is already dead, and he can't die anymore." ”

"And who is Baron Dale Revane, who is sitting in Stratholme Town Hall now?"

Locke followed Bridget slowly, and when he walked to the town hall, he found the human soldiers who had been locked up by Locke not long ago, and they were now released in a rage, and all of them were stationed at the door of the town hall.

Bridget led Locke unhindered into the town hall, an old building with cobwebs on its walls, and inside the house many of the officers began to discuss the plague in Stratholme in fear, and even the people who walked into the house did not pay much attention. Locke had already noticed that the faces of the humans sitting in front of the desks had a vague aura of death, and it was clear that the town hall had already been overrun by the undead.

"Dale Reven, if you are resurrected by the Lich King, I will kill you again." Locke whispered.

In a short time, Locke and Bridget had already entered a spacious cabin.

Inside, a middle-aged man was engrossed in sliding a quill over a piece of paper, apparently writing something.

"Baron Dale Raven, here we are." Bridget pulled Locke into the chair next to her.

Baron Dale Reven, who was sketching the paper with a quill pen, slowly raised his head, his eyes paused slightly as he looked at Locke, but quickly returned to normal. With a smile on his face, he said, "Good, good." ”

At this time, a layer of coldness appeared in Locke's heart, although he didn't know why Baron Dellraven in front of him looked like a human, but the intuition of the undead told Locke that Baron Dellraven in front of him was not human.

Baron Dale Riven smiled and said, "Bridget, I have already sent you the bottle you want near the church, and you should be able to find it when you go there." ”

Bridget nodded, and she smiled with relief: "I thought I would have to tell you some big truths to get it, but now that I think about it, it's really my fault." ”

There was a burst of laughter, but Locke didn't laugh.

The urge to fight brewed in Locke's blood, and he stretched out his hand and put the elf on Bridget's hand: "I'll give it to you first, you go first, I have something to say to Baron Dalerevan." ”

Although Bridget felt very strange, she quickly took the elf and ran out of the town hall at the thought of the undead scourge that could erupt at any moment on Stratholme Street.

It was quiet inside, and neither of them spoke, except for the sound of birds chirping outside the window.

Locke quickly broke the silence: "It's about to begin." ”

Baron Dale Revane snorted, and he said calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

After these words were spoken, a smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth: "Stratholme's Cursed God Cult, if it weren't for your support, how could it be so huge in Stratholme. ”

"Now you ask me I don't know what to say."

Baron Dale Revane's face changed, his face turned red, and he said angrily, "Get out." ”

"Draw your sword. Now, I want to see how strong you really are! Locke slowly drew the Blade of Suffering, the power of the shadows pouring into the blade, his hair began to turn white, his skin too, and his eyes danced with blue soul fire.

"Stratholme, I'm going to save you."

Baron Dale Reven let out a burst of laughter, and he said slowly, "I really don't know what you're talking about, you'd better get out, or the guards will come in and you'll probably end up in jail." ”

Locke rushed forward, losing interest in talking to Baron Dale Reven, only to see a flash of purple light, and a head flew into the air.

Baron Dale Revane's face was still full of smiles, and he didn't seem to believe that Locke would attack suddenly.

"Plop!" The head slammed into the ground, staining the wooden floor crimson.

Locke frowned slightly, and didn't say a word, could it be that Baron Dale Reven was not a baron, but this was not logical at all.

(To be continued.) )