The morning sun shone on Zumashal's altar, the black water flowing from the marble reflected the bright sunlight, surrounded by a rusty suit of armor, and the souls of those who enshrined the blood god Haka in the ancient songs of the trolls would also die. Locke www.biquge.info looking for goblins on the altar, according to common sense, goblins are usually placed near the altar, but Locke searched around a few times, but he didn't find any goblins.

This couldn't help but make Locke a little depressed, could it be that the Rotten Moss Tribe didn't have a penchant for collecting goblins, but this idea was quickly vetoed by Locke, because Locke knew that even if the Moss Tribe didn't use goblins themselves, they would collect goblins and trade with other tribes. In the traditional culture of trolls, if you want to cast some spells, you need a demon spirit as a medium to guide you, so for the forest troll shaman, the demon is a very important thing.

The elf is not the sperm of a troll in the traditional sense, but also a potion that is extracted from the soul of a troll after he dies, and can make an ordinary troll warrior extremely powerful even if it is a primitive elf.

But Locke didn't find a neighborhood around here, and there was nothing left on the huge moss-rotten troll altar except for a brand new haka statue, and the shadow troll priest who had been guarding the altar had long since run to somewhere, and all sorts of messy bones and materials were placed on the marble floor. And just as Locke was about to leave, he saw a group of rotten moss trolls shivering in the valley behind the altar.

Locke shrugged his shoulders, whether it was a human or a troll, he was always very ...... about life Treasure.

He strolled to the valley behind him, the blade of pain in his hand exuding a terrifying aura that made the trolls hiding behind the altar even more terrified, and their bodies trembled. Locke said slowly, "As the future king of the forest trolls, now I want to ask you a question, who is in charge here. ”

The crowd was a little chaotic for a while, and just as Locke was about to catch a random question, an elderly forest troll priest walked out of the crowd, and he staggered towards Locke in front of him with a cane.

"Sir, what are you looking for when you come to us?" The old troll asked, blind in one eye, his aging hair draped over his shoulders, and his wrinkled skin already suggesting that the forest troll was dying.

"Goblin, I'm here for goblin." Locke said this sentence hurriedly, and the time was passing minute by minute, and not delaying for a second meant that he might fail.

The old troll priest was silent, and after a long moment he sighed, turned and walked towards the cave on the left, and a word came from Xiao Se's back: "Come with me." ”

Locke nodded, put the Blade of Agony back behind its scabbard, and followed the old forest troll.

"Once upon a time, trolls ruled the world." The Troll Priest said slowly, walking slowly, his cane exploring the potholed ground with his crutches.

The Troll Priest seemed to have something to say to Locke, but after he said it, he seemed to be a little concerned and didn't speak.

"Tell me, I'm listening...... At least listening to it now. Locke replied in a cold, emotionless tone.

"You have to be prepared, because the goblins of the moss trolls are not in the hands of the moss trolls." The elderly troll priest said. In the short time he had spoken, Locke was in a hidden cave, pitch black, and there was nothing but the eyes of the bats hanging upside down above the cave. But in the Death Knight's field of vision, everything was like daylight.

At the innermost part of the cave is a pond, next to which is a troll berserk undead, and behind the troll berserk undead is a small wooden chest.

"A few days ago, a sudden plague swept through the entire Rotten Moss tribe, and most of the Rotten Moss trolls were transformed into undead because they were affected by the plague aura, so there was no way to cause a civil war." The troll seemed to remember something terrible, and he stretched out his finger and pointed to the troll berserker undead in the depths of the cave and said, "Although we have killed many of our brothers who have become undead, one troll berserker has taken away the moss troll's spirit and hid in the cave. ”

"For a moment, fearing more casualties, Tarekin gave up on exterminating the undead of the Troll Berserker and instead put them on guard."

Locke sighed, then said slowly, "So you asked me to help you get rid of this scourge. ”

"No, not for me."

"It's about helping yourself, aren't you just going to get the goblins of the moss trolls, wouldn't it be great if you get rid of the berserker and then get the goblins." The Troll Priest said slowly.

Locke shrugged his shoulders, since he came to the master level, he had become fearless, a mere troll berserker, nothing at all. He walked slowly into the deepest part of the cave, and in the darkness there was nothing but the sound of the water flowing but the roar of the troll berserker.

The Troll Berserker was even larger than the average Troll Berserker, with thick fangs on his mouth proving his formidable prowess and pale skin indicating that he was an undead.

"Alright man, it's over." Locke's pale blue pupils burned with soul fire, which looked particularly strange in the darkness.

This was followed by the crisp "clang" of the chains, and the Troll Berserker let out an earth-shattering roar, but the chains that emerged from the void had bound it. He yelled frantically, his thick arms struggling to break free from his chains. However, Locke knew that this was in vain, and he walked up to the troll berserker and said slowly, "Surrender to me." ”

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Four more chains shot out of the void portal, binding the troll berserker in front of him, his struggle getting smaller and smaller, and soon his head was lowered.

"An elite peak troll berserker undead has now surrendered to me." Locke walked to the side of the treasure chest, calmly opened the treasure chest, and sure enough, a large number of forest troll spirits were placed inside.

These elves that shimmered with a pale blue sheen in the blue brilliance were the raw materials for the Stassolme Holy Water that Locke wanted to make. He picked it up and prepared to leave the place.

However, it was ironic for Locke to think that the holy water that purified the human body of the plague was actually made from the soul of a troll. (To be continued.) )