Locke's patience was at its limit.

Kel'thugad has been calculating himself since the outbreak of the Plague, whether it is in his previous life or in this life, he always wants to control everything in his hands, and in his plan, he will be resurrected by absorbing the power of the Well of the Sun, and then become the supreme legendary mage.

Locke has always wanted to stop this, but found that not only did he not stop the undead scourge, but made the undead scourge even more powerful, and the apocalyptic prospect that pervaded the countryside of Lordaeron was like a caricature of Locke's powerlessness.

Locke's hand gripped the hilt of the Blade of Suffering, his fingers turning white from excessive force. He stared coldly at the refugees who were huddled in front by the trolls, their eyes full of fear.

Because the cold eyes were full of sharpness, and there was a fierce killing intent in the eyes, which made many refugees feel a little uncomfortable.

Slaughter.

Most of the refugees in front of him are followers of the Cult of the Cursed, and if these humans can be cleaned up, then there is no possibility of cultivating necromancer apprentices after the Cult of the Cursed.

Since there was no possibility of reconciliation with the Cult of the Damned, Locke simply gave him a big shot.

…………

"Stop!"

Solanlian made a gesture to stop Locke's next move, and she walked over to Locke's side.

She frowned and glanced at Locke in front of her, then looked around at the forest trolls who were about to slaughter below, and said slowly, "What are you doing?" These humans are just ordinary refugees. ”

A terrifying wave of magic surged through her body, causing Locke to make a gesture, and the trolls gave up their plans to slaughter the humans. Because Solan Lian is a master-level elven mage, his identity can make many trolls feel afraid, and with Locke's order, they naturally put down their weapons.

Locke's desire to kill the refugees didn't last long, and after seeing Solanlian standing across from him, Locke gave up on the somewhat inhumane idea. After all, these refugees just want to live, and perhaps they believe in the Cult of the Cursed God only because the Cult of the Curse can give these refugees shelter.

He said calmly, "I'm sorry, I was in a mood swing just now. ”

"Let these refugees go, they can stay here if they want to stay, and they will leave as soon as they want to leave."

Solan Lian gave Locke a deep look, she couldn't see what was going on in her eyes because of the Void Mask on her face.

Elves always like to hide their emotions beneath the surface.

The High Elves don't really care about human life, and even for the wild animals in their territory, they are accused of lack of love, and the biggest difference between the High Elves and their close relatives, the Night Elves, is the influence of magic. Under the influence of arcane energy.

The High Elves believe that all living things can be molded, and that there is no need to make efforts to maintain the biological chain, because they are the creators of nature themselves.

But this idea has been criticized by humanity and has only improved in recent years.

Perhaps this also affected Solan Lian, which led her to stop Locke's attempt to slaughter the human.

In Locke's memory, after following Kael'thas into the Outlands, Solan Lian received an infusion of the Abyssal Lord's energy and transformed herself into a Voidwalker.

"Locke, you're a little nervous, have you chosen to do whatever it takes to face the threat of the undead?"

Solanlian reached out and stroked Locke's forehead, her face was full of serenity and unbearability, trying her best to comfort Locke. A warm force poured into Locke's body, making Locke's body gradually warm, which is a type of natural spell.

The mages in Dalaran are not required to learn one spell, but the mages are required to learn all kinds of spells, so natural spells, Solan Lian still knows a little.

The originally irritable heart quieted down, Locke looked at Solan Lian in front of him, with a trace of uneasiness on his face, he didn't know how sad the elves were after the Lich King's army destroyed the elven kingdom, and even took refuge in Illidan for revenge.

Or join a tribe.

Extracting the power of the Holy Light and transforming the demon's body, the elves who lost the energy of the Well of the Sun were obviously crazy in the end.

But they still want revenge on Arthas.

Locke sighed, he didn't want to save many people, he calmed down, looked at the crowd not far away and said, "The Cult of the Cursed Gods' desire to send you here is to treat you as his test and fresh materials. ”

"Do you think you can find salvation in this place?"

Solan Lian tightly frowned, she knew the fate of these people, but she knew the persecution of the living by the undead, and she still felt a little uncomfortable.

This is nothing short of blasphemy.

For a long time.

The elves faced many threats, not only from the Burning Legion, but even from the Naga of the Sea, but they all survived, and at first, the forest trolls were considered unthreatening, but the end result was a surprise to the elves.

But now, Solanlian sees another threat in the Western Plaguelands, and that is the rise of the undead, who were very weak in the beginning.

But only a few months later, these undead were able to compete with Lordaeron's legions.

Solan Lian felt that there was a good chance that the undead would threaten Quel'Thalas.

"Maybe I'm worried." Solanlian muttered softly, then she looked at Locke in front of her and said with a smile, "Are you saying that under that ruins is the lair of the Cult of the Damned?" ”

Blue flames were already dancing in Solan Lian's palms~

Locke nodded, the gate hidden in the darkness was the lair of the Cursed God Cult, which contained most of the essence of the Psychic Academy, if he could solve this Psychic Academy, maybe he could even get an armor suit from the Scourge Legion.

It will also be Locke's first victory against the Scourge Legion.

Solanlian threw the solidified fireball spell out of her hand, and the blue flames dragged a long trail into the darkness, followed by a piercing explosion.

"Locke, remember, the enemy will always attack you when you're relaxed." The magic power on her body surged wildly, and then she hurriedly said, "No matter how strong the enemy in front of us is, we must fight!" ”

Solanlian's memories go back to a long time ago, when she was a child, and the only way she could cope with the vast number of forest trolls was to cry, and this weak method not only did not work, but was criticized by the adults, and from that time on, Solanlian was left with a broken thought in her mind: "Why...... Everybody is going to hurt each other? ”

"Because it's their holy place."

"Because they're all stupid."

From that point on, Solanlian had decided not to let anything threaten Quel'Thalas, for she had seen the death of an elf who had just come down from the battlefield and was lying on a stretcher, while his elderly mother was lying on top of him and weeping.

Because she had listened to Kael'thas's wishes, he hoped that no threat would destroy Quel'Thalas.

Now the restless rise of the undead has made Solanlian feel uneasy.

Blue flames burned in Solan Lian's pupils, and the originally impregnable door of the Psychic Academy was finally burned open. (To be continued.) )