Locke nodded, and walked over to the Great Elder of Flying in awe from the awe-struck eyes of the trolls, and he put the Blade of Pain back into its scabbard, paused, and then said, "I have heard of your embarrassment, so I have come from the rich plains of Arathi to this unexplored wilderness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

This sentence quickly caused a lot of commotion among the remaining trolls of the Evil Branch Tribe, after all, the trolls in the Evil Branch Tribe had already heard of Locke's name among the deadwood trolls in Shadraro, and such humans were really willing to enter the mountains of Hinterland to save them, which made them very moved.

However, the Great Elder Fei Fei stretched out his hand, and with his authority, suppressed the commotion in the tribe.

He stared at Locke in front of him, and then said calmly: "The sword in your hand is the legendary Troll Holy Sword, I can feel the troll's soul touched when facing this sword." ”

"It's a little different, but I can feel the troll power in it, the power...... It's the whole troll. ”

Locke nodded, and then said slowly, "The Destroyer of Worlds, the holy sword of the forest troll, plus the holy sword of the desert troll, the whipper. ”

"The weapon formed by the fusion of these two weapons, to a certain extent, wants to be called the Troll Holy Sword, but it needs two weapons."

When he heard this, the Great Elder suddenly let out a pleasant laugh, and his eyes were fixed on the Blade of Pain in Locke's hand.

The flame of hope rekindled in his eyes, and the scorching look made Locke frown slightly.

The dying old man found out that the things he had pursued all his life and put them in front of him.

"My child, you want to get Kinloth, the Apocalypse." Fei Fei's eyes were fixed on Locke, locking on Locke in front of him. It seems that something is waiting for an answer.

Locke just nodded, completing the sword in his hand is also one of his goals, there is no need to hide anything, there is no need to hide anything, as long as Locke is strong enough, then his goal will not be hindered.

The collection of the apocalyptic revelators was originally in Locke's plan form.

"The Doomsday Revelator, the holy sword stored in Zur Grab, has been brought to the mountains of Hinterland?" Locke remembered that it was not long before Zurkin took the sword and returned to Zuaman to integrate the loose army of the forest trolls.

He put his hand on the blade of the Blade of Suffering, and on the cold metallic texture, Locke felt the need for the weapon in his hand, a longing, a longing for the four holy swords to merge together.

So Locke looked at the Jacket Fei in front of him, and the Great Elder said slowly, "The trolls will be unified again, it won't be Zandalar or Zulghrab in the south, but you, child." ”

"To be honest, I'm a little jealous of you because I had a dream last night."

"In the dream, everything is dark, there is a dark dragon hovering in the sky, and there are no animals or plants on the ground, only ten thousand spirits that faintly appear."

The old troll's face showed fanatical emotion, his face turned red, he stretched out his hand, and said hurriedly: "I see all spirits, not only the spider goddess Shadra, but the bat goddess Creek...... Wait, Zur Grab...... The jungle trolls of the South, the gods, all appeared in my dreams. ”

"They asked me to send down an oracle and give you this supreme oracle."

"Destroy the blood god Hakka and his priests, save Zurghrab, and become king of the jungle trolls."

Locke was slightly stunned, he closed his eyes gently, feeling the breeze of Xintland and the scorching eyes of the forest troll, and then slowly opened his eyes: "I refuse." ”

Without waiting for the surprised eyes of many forest trolls, Locke said slowly: "It is not realistic to bring the Dark Spear Tribe under control, and it will also cause us to conflict with the new tribe. ”

"But I promise you, I'm going to be the king of the jungle trolls."

The cheers rang out in Shadraro, and the many trolls of the evil branches, after losing their home, instinctively longed to grab any rattan to save them, and now, Locke was the rattan.

"Since you say that, I can rest assured." Flying breathed a sigh of relief, and the old troll's face quickly turned extremely pale, and then the life traits began to pass slowly.

The words just now can be the last breath of the old man, or it can be said that this is a return to the light.

Night fell, the boiling flames burned Jacket Fei's body, and many evil branch tribes quietly surrounded Jacket Fei's corpse and wept sadly, in the primitive troll tribe, this kind of silence and sorrow was the right of all troll members, but this represented the emergence of a new leader.

This means being reborn from the ashes, and in this regard, the trolls are very much in line with the elves.

Locke stood next to Feifei's corpse, his pupils reflecting the burning flames, and after a brief silence, Locke turned and looked at the forest trolls below, not only the Evil Branch Tribe, but also the Deadwood Tribe.

The trolls prostrate under the high platform in silent mourning, and Locke, who is recognized as the leader, stands on the high platform, which is also a manifestation of the authority of the trolls.

Most of the deadwood trolls who inhabit Hinterland are concentrated in the city of Shadralo, which is how Shadraro learns of Locke's rise.

"As the High Priest of Shadra, I declare that I, Locke, the protector of the forest trolls and the Grand Chief of the Deadwood Tribe, have officially become the chief of the Evil Branch Tribe, challenging the puppet army in Cinchero."

"The trolls of the evil branch who inhabit Sinsaro, worship the blood god Haka, and send countless people to the altar to crave the power of the gods, and this matter that takes the lives of other trolls at risk will surely ...... Be punished. ”

"Under the stars, I declare as the protector of the forest trolls that I will not destroy the blood god Haka, and I will not become the true king of the forest trolls for a day, and I promise you that we will retake Zuaman and retake our territory."

Locke stopped talking, because the forest trolls below were already cheering, these trolls were weak, and the distrust of the leader would make these trolls challenge the leader anytime and anywhere, but these trolls were powerful, and when they found a strong leader, they would unite and use their weapons to win.

It was with such weapons that Zurkin once reunited the divided forest trolls.

And so is Locke.

He stared at Cynsaro at night on his right, the starlight dancing in the former capital of the Evil Branch, but now only a few lights appeared in the mountains, and this was the price of believing in the evil god Haka, who thirsted for blood enough to extinguish the lights. (To be continued.) )