"Here we are, Lordaeron King. www.biquge.info"Locke reined in the Nightmare Warhorse, and he walked through this dead land, guarded by a Death Knight.

Locke knew the Death Knight, who was an acquaintance.

"Rivendell, aren't you long dead?" Locke said with a frown, placing his hand on the hilt of Kinloth's sword and looking at the dark city of Lordaeron.

"The dead do not die." Rivendell said slowly, pointing to Lordaeron in the darkness, "The King of Arthas has been waiting for you for a long time, and now is his coronation. ”

Locke nodded, and released the Nightmare Warhorse back into the Shadow Realm, into the royal city of Lordaeron.

A huge bell fell in the middle of the road, and Locke walked around it, and it wasn't long before he reached the court of Lordaeron.

There were only three people in the royal court: Arthas, who sat on the throne, and Sylvanas and Kel'thugad, who stood on the side.

Locke said, "See Your Majesty." ”

Arthas didn't speak, his hands resting on the hilt of Frost Sorrow's sword, his eyes looking at the sky as if caught in a memory. Everyone present did not speak, waiting for Arthas's next order.

After a short while, Arthas looked at Locke not far away: "Well done, Locke, those demons have been completely defeated by us." ”

Locke nodded.

"But we don't have time to waste right now." Arthas rose from his throne and walked towards Locke: "We must build an eternal kingdom, we must purify this world. ”

"The nobles of Lordaeron do not obey my orders, and now is the time for them to disappear from the land."

"Locke, Kel'thugad, Sylvanas, lead your respective armies and wipe out the human legions entrenched in Lordaeron's territory!"

Voices echoed through the hall, leaving only the muffled roar of the undead.

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Locke rode on the back of the Nightmare Warhorse and looked not far away at the Fort of Agamandel, the mill of Agamandel north of the Tyri Judicial Glade, which had been transformed into a fortified fortress shortly after the coup d'état in the royal city.

He didn't charge, but stood in the forest not far away, watching the battle not far away, ghouls storming the fortress of Agamander like a tidal wave, but a large number of ghouls fell under the walls under the heavily guarded human soldiers.

Even the gargoyles flying in the sky were shot down a lot by the anti-aircraft bows in the fortress, and a lot of ice arrows and fireballs were shot from them, presumably when Lordaeron fell, the owner of this fortress also took in a lot of mages in the fortress.

"Locke, what do you think of the Scourge Legion?" Sylvanas didn't attack, leaning against a withered tree and looking at Locke beside her.

Locke looked at the battle not far away, only to see a small group of spider demons burrowing through the dirt, although they attacked the guards of the gate in a short time, they were quickly reached by the human soldiers in the fortress, and then killed in the fortress.

"A legion of the dead." Locke said slowly, looking at Sylvanas beside him, the elf who would soon start a rebellion against Arthas, but Locke didn't want to care about it at this time.

Sylvanas hesitated, "The Lich King's whispers are painful. ”

"I don't understand, after being undead, is it to live in this kind of killing?"

"If that's the case, then we're not slaves to suffering, and what are we?"

Locke stopped and gestured to the necromancer not far away, "That's enough, Sylvanas!" ”

He stepped down from his Nightmare War horse and walked to Sylvanas not far away, "I don't want to hear about talking about the Scourge Legion, our primary goal now is to rid the Tyri of resistance in the Timberlands. ”

Sylvanas: "Good, that's going to be what you want." ”

It was only a short chat before a small gap appeared in the impregnable fortress of Agamandel, and although many human soldiers went to resist the gap, the casualties of the human soldiers appeared under the impact of the fearless ghouls.

But humanity has entered the Jedi, and even if it is fear, it will definitely not retreat. After all, it was the human soldiers who had a higher overall quality, and they used their weapons to drive the ghouls off the city walls.

Led by Gregor Agamande, the old human nobleman standing with a battle axe in his hand, stood in the gap in the wall and shouted, "Undead scourge, you will never be able to break through our defenses. ”

"Our soldiers, not only the elite soldiers of Lordaeron, but also my valiant militia!"

Locke ignored Glico's shouts, and after having three necromancers assist him, he charged towards the fortress of Agamandel. With the blessing of Locke's evil aura, numerous ghouls rushed towards the gap as if they were crazy.

Sylvanas pulled out her bow and arrow, aiming it at Gligaard on the city wall, but soon she aimed it at a woman beside him.

The woman was dressed very plainly, but she appeared on the city wall and was obviously a woman with status, and standing next to Gligault and looking at Glico with worried eyes showed one thing, this woman was Gligaard's wife.

Sylvanas let go of the bowstring in her hand, and the arrow was as fast as a meteor, and it shot through the woman's chest in an instant.

Blood splattered from the woman's chest, and panic was written on the woman's face, before falling onto Gligaard's chest.

Sylvanas felt only a glimmer of happiness in his heart, but it quickly disappeared into nothingness. After becoming an undead, Sylvanas was disgusted with everything around her, and only when she killed lives did she feel a little bit of pleasure.

"All this was given to me by Alsace." Sylvanas meditated in his heart.

Locke had now ascended the walls of the fortress of Agamandel, and he calmly waved the Kinloth in his hand, harvesting the human soldiers who approached him, as if he had done it before.

Both Glico and his son fell in front of Locke. By the time Locke came to his senses, the entire fortress of Agamander had been transformed into a bloody place.

Sylvanas walked to the city wall, and she glanced at Varghri flying in mid-air with some surprise, but soon she looked at Locke: "Let's go, next place." ”

Locke nodded, but Vivika's voice came from behind him: "Please, Locke, don't do it anymore, let me do the killing." (To be continued.) )