The surrounding environment began to change drastically, and the pale red woods began to slowly twist, and a series of emerald green leaves quickly grew on the branches.

Locke strangled the restless Nightmare Warhorse, and he knew that the illusion had finally come.

This was used to test the illusion of the Death Knight, which Locke had experienced in his previous life, but even so, he still mustered up his spirit to deal with the rapidly changing dreams around him.

The earth that should have rotted and died was repaved with a layer of emerald green, and Locke rode the Nightmare Warhorse towards the outside of the forest, knowing that the greatest danger of the illusion was to break the mind of the entrant, and then extract the soul of the entrant and nourish the body.

If you want to succeed in advancing to the master level, you must overcome yourself.

The world has begun to change in ignorance, and Locke's figure and equipment have begun to change drastically at this moment, showing that the Blade of Pain has become a delicate Crusader greatsword, and the armor on his body has also become a Silver Hand armor.

The Nightmare War Horse is gradually turning into a black war horse.

In Locke's retina, the properties don't change much. This obvious set illustrates Locke's identity in Illusion, which is a paladin.

Locke must complete this illusion trial, because only then will Locke have the strength to defeat Kel'thugad.

Locke was slightly stunned by the familiar sight of a huge military bunker hidden in the lush mountains and the banner of the Silver Hand raised in the snow-white buildings.

"Fireplace Valley." Locke whispered the bitter name, he had some bad memories in this place, and it seemed that it was true that the illusion extracted the memories from the human mind to form the trial.

Locke quickly enters the Valley of the Hearth, and he quickly determines the time period, which is a week after Arthas killed his father, which is the place where Locke died in his previous life.

The fear of the undead and the anger of Arthas were rife in the Valley of the Hearth, and the people were terrified by the slaying of Uther the Lightbringer by Arthas, and they awaited the Scourge attack.

Locke calmly found a hotel and sat down, he didn't spend extra energy to inquire about the news, in fact, he knew all these historical events, in this illusion, Locke's main thing was to find a way to advance himself.

This identity is a paladin, and then there is no clue, how is the spiritual trial tested?

Although Locke had experienced it once in his previous life, it was completely different from now, the last time he was directly facing a dragon in the fantasy battle, but this time he sent Locke to this dangerous place.

The drinking time passed quickly, and when Locke returned to the hotel, he found a parchment scroll on the table in the hotel, which read, "Welcome to the future - Les Frost"

Locke snorted coldly, the Lich King must have had some restrictions on himself, otherwise how could Les, a lich, have the ability to infiltrate his illusion.

Now it's very dangerous, not only to face the threat of the illusion, but also to face the counterattack of the vicious lich of Les Frostwhisper.

Locke took a deep breath, it was his philosophy that the soldiers would block the water and cover the earth, and it was impossible for a person to plan for a change in a few days, in short, he could only take one step at a time now.

Locke found his identity on the holy card on his body, this is an ordinary Silver Hand Paladin, who may have elite mid-level strength, and the Silver Hand gave him the task of guarding this castle.

…………

The advanced is the test of the mind. Locke was struggling to practice swordsmanship in the house, his emerald green retina was constantly beating with experience points, and even in the illusion, Locke had to hurry up and start practicing himself.

After all, in the illusion, no one knows when danger will come. So you have to train yourself with all your might.

The combat ability is accumulated little by little, although Locke was very unimpressed before, but now he finally understands this, there was a dull sound in the air of the blade, although Locke used the force very lightly, but the sonic boom still appeared.

It was at this time.

There was a roar from outside the Valley of the Hearth, followed by a scream.

This is the sound of the undead beginning their attack.

"Has the Illusion Trial finally begun?" Locke walked out of the inn, and after the end of Lordaeron, everyone in this kingdom lost faith in fighting the undead, and in the previous life, Locke was killed in the Valley of the Hearth.

The earth began to rot, the smell of blood wafted through the air, and wails echoed in midair. The castle of the Hearthvale, once protected from natural disasters by the Light, is now counting down to its fall.

Locke looked around coldly at the undead legion in front of him, the scourge legion that has become a standard undead scourge is definitely enough to kill all the silver hands in the Hearthdale, especially not long after Uther died, Locke is not so brainless to continue to stay here.

After all, it's just an illusion, and no one gets hurt by it.

Just as Locke turned around to find a lighthouse and start observing the enemy lich, he felt a strong force behind him, pulling his cloak, he turned around and saw that an old woman pulled the red cloak, and a look of fear appeared on her face: "Lord Knight, are you going to abandon me?" ”

The people around looked at Locke, who seemed to regard Locke as their pillar, Locke laughed, and then stretched out his hand and said, "I'm not a paladin, I'm just an ordinary warrior, in fact, I was forced by the silver hand." ”

"But you have to protect us too."

"Are you protecting us, waiting for us all to be killed by those undead!"

The crowd began to scream, and Locke knew that they wanted to use this extreme way to get a strong person to protect, or rather, they wanted to push the weak away from them to delay their own death.

Locke had seen too many of these situations, he snorted coldly, his cold eyes burning with blue flames: "I can't feel the holy light, I don't care about ......"

Suddenly, Locke seemed to see a familiar face on the faces of these commoners, and that was Kel'thugad, and the kind old man asked in kind words, "Son, who do you love?" ”

Locke was stunned, although he knew that these people were poor people, but when he had no strength, he definitely gave priority to protecting himself, but if he did this, then why did he fight against the Scourge Legion?

Because you want revenge?? Or do you want justice?

"Who do I love...... Locke sneered, this standard Death Knight training manual, Locke would not be unclear, those memories of love that were mutilated in the heart of the Death Knight, happy memories.

It must all be wiped out.

If that's what a master-level advancement has to do, Locke would rather not advance. (To be continued.) )