"Locke, great, you're in Stratholme, let me see if you're infected with the plague. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Arthas used the Holy Light in his hand to shine on Locke's body.

A pale yellow holy light appeared on Locke's body, and then Locke felt very uncomfortable, but he held back, and he squeezed out a smile on his face and said, "Your Highness the Prince, I don't have anything to do. ”

Arthas nodded, it was obviously good that the current situation could have one more helper, and he smiled and said to the soldiers behind him: "The inhabitants of Stratholme have been infected with the plague, and now we have to purify the city so that the Scourge will not use Stratholme as a springboard to pollute our entire Lordaeron." ”

The Lordaeron marched into the gates of Stratholme in full order, and Locke sat on the fountain at the edge of the gates, cold as he remembered what would happen to the city in the near future.

It was an assura field.

"Behold, though thou hast nearly destroyed my plan, the bronze dragon hast made thy plan come to naught." Marganis's deep voice echoed in Locke's ears.

Locke gritted his teeth, pulling the Nightmare Warhorse and the Troll Berserk Undead to his side, and headed into the city of Stratholme.

This troll berserker was caught in the troll city not long ago, and as an undead, it is naturally impossible to resist Locke's control of the undead, although the troll rage undead seems to be completely obedient to Locke's orders, but no one can guarantee that this undead will break free from Locke's chains.

After all, the undead are always berserk.

The thunder made a dull sound in the sky, followed by the furious raindrops frantically venting on the land, as if everything was suppressed, Locke inhaled deeply, he had long been accustomed to accept everything. It was as if Malganis had told Locke not so long ago in a contemptuous tone that he was in control. But the only thing Locke didn't give in was the sword in his hand.

He drove his Nightmare Horse into the gates of the city and watched as Arthas killed a peasant woman in Stratholme with his hammer.

As the scarlet blood spilled on the marble floor, accompanied by screams, large numbers of citizens began to flee in panic, as they could not help but find that the city was attacked by the touching citizens, and the army that was supposed to help the citizens of Stratholme retreat also launched an attack on them.

Arthas's face was stained with blood, and he said in a low tone, "This is just the beginning. ”

"Yes, this is just the beginning, young prince." A layer of shadow energy appeared in the air, and then a huge Dreadlord slowly appeared, burning with evil energy flames, huge bat wings, pale green pupils, staring at Arthas not far away. The Dreadlord Marganis casually held a young girl in his hand, only to see the girl let out a series of screams, followed by a meaningless "wow" cry from her mouth, apparently she had turned into a zombie.

A smile appeared on Malganis' face: "As you can see, your people are now mine, and I will turn them all into my slaves, and let Stratholme be the fire of life...... Extinguished forever! ”

"I won't let you get away with it, Marganis! I'd rather end their lives with my own hands than see them become your slaves!" Arthas charged forward quickly, trying to destroy Malganis in front of him with the hammer in his hand, but in a puff of lilac mist, a Dreadlord vanished without a trace, leaving only laughter echoing in the air.

Stratholme began to change, the heavy rain in the sky, to a certain extent, accelerated the trend of Stratholme's undead, the citizens on the streets quickly turned into zombies, although there were still a small number of humans in the houses, but the lights of the city quickly disappeared in the torrential rain.

Locke walked in front of Arthas, and after receiving the baptism of the High Elves with holy light, Locke was finally determined not to be infected with the plague, which also allowed Locke to quickly approach Arthas. A nightmarish voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Kill Arthas, or it's over."

"Kill him, quick!"

The continuous sound prompted Locke to kill Arthas in front of him, but Locke did not do so, he knew very well that even if Arthas was killed, the undead scourge would not end at all, but would spread even more in East Lordaeron, although Lordaeron could resist the undead for a while, but it would still be destroyed by the Scourge Legion.

"The city ...... It has become a paradise for the dead. Locke walked over to Arthas's side and spoke slowly of the fact.

Arthas raised the hammer in his hand, his long golden hair pressed against his cheeks in the rain, the divine light soaring, and behind him was all the army that Lordaeron could muster in the north, and the most he could mobilize now. If he fails, Stratholme will become a stronghold of the undead in the East, eating away at his kingdom bit by bit.

"Locke, it's a pleasure to fight alongside you, and although I know you can use some shady spells, it's not a crime in my eyes." Arthas said with a smile as he sped forward and smashed a walking zombie to pieces with a single hammer.

The zombies wandering unconsciously on the street, with a roaring sound coming out of their mouths, quickly rushed to Arthas and the others. However, these zombies, who had no offensive means at all, were quickly wiped out under the counterattack of the Lordaeron Legion.

Locke stretched out his finger, and he pointed to the town hall not far away: "Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, I must tell you one thing, not far away, the Dreadlord Marganis is using hypnotic suggestion techniques to transform a large number of citizens in Stratholme into ghouls with a certain combat effectiveness, once the ghouls form a scale, we may be defeated in this city." ”

"We must take advantage of the fact that Marganis has not transformed enough ghouls to eliminate the large number of citizens and zombies hiding in the houses."

Arthas nodded, if it was said that to stop this scourge it was necessary to fight against demons and kill people, Arthas was willing to do so.

The slaughter, began.

………………

Locke rode his Nightmare Warhorse towards the town hall, and at the military meeting just now, he basically divided how to fight. Locke broke away from the Legion to contain the undead near City Hall, while Arthas focused on cleaning up the undead and humans in King's Square. (To be continued.) )