"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the body of the seemingly invincible hellfire began to collapse, and the evil fire on its body spread out in all directions, and its body began to crack rapidly, turning into black stones, and then fell to the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Locke didn't make a move, and should have attacked for the ghouls and abominations who were ambushed from the flanks.

After cutting the ghoul in front of him in half, one of the demon guards said to Locke not far away, "You traitor, you have betrayed the Legion. ”

Locke looked at the demon guards not far away, after the Scourge Legion launched a round of impact just now, most of the demons present still have the strength to resist, but they have been weakened a lot.

A sneer appeared on Locke's lips, if he remembered correctly, it would not be long before Akmund would die on Mount Hyjal, and the invasion of the Burning Legion would take a turn for the battle.

"I ...... Remember you. The Demon Guard slashed a ghoul to death with a great axe in his hand, and he was surrounded by numerous ghouls in the middle of the battlefield, his face was grim, and his tomahawk was dancing with evil flames.

"I'll correct you, it's the Burning Legion that remembers me. Alright, demon, go back to where you need to be. Locke shrugged his shoulders and commanded Varghri to attack the remaining demon soldiers.

The demon dogs were destroyed by the ghouls at the first time, and these beasts with evil powers in their bodies did not have the slightest chance to send a signal under the attack of the Scourge Legion.

Succubi were then eliminated by ghouls, creatures with beautiful flesh who died at the sound of ghouls' bites.

Locke watched the demon squad below being eaten away by the Scourge Legion little by little, this scene he had seen countless times, but this time, when destroying the demons, he didn't have a little guilt in his heart.

A dark aura hung over the forest, and Locke felt a familiar aura approaching in it.

"It's a pleasure to see you in this place, Grand Duke Locke, and perhaps I should call you something else, Locke, Lord of Death." Arthas's cold voice rang out in the forest, and immediately after, he drove the Invincible out of the forest.

He looked at Locke not far away, then glanced at the corpse of the demon that had been bitten by the undead, and then said slowly, "The Lich King has told me everything, and I am glad that you can bring such great power. ”

Locke shook his head: "This is not powerful, after you observe the power of the Burning Legion, you will definitely not say that the power of the Scourge is strong." ”

Arthas was silent, the frost sorrow in his hand seeped with an icy chill, and the magic sword even froze the grass on the ground into pieces of ice crystals: "Illidan has successfully killed Tikdios, that is, the demon that monitored the Scourge has disappeared. ”

"But if we don't go to Mount Hyjal, Akmund will realize that something is wrong...... I'm afraid it's also a disaster. Locke said slowly, he now somewhat understood what Arthas wanted him to do.

It's nothing more than going to Mount Hyjal, this kind of relatively pitty thing, it is estimated that the Lich King will definitely assign it to Locke.

"So, I want you to lead the scourge to Mount Hyjal, and my belly is back to Lordaeron." Arthas looked at the Frost Sorrow Lodge at Mount Hyjal not far away, and then locked his eyes on the World Tree: "That tree was once known as the heart of Azeroth...... I think Akmund's goal was the tree. ”

"You went to Mount Hyjal, betrayed Akmund at a critical moment, and brought a large army to my kingdom." Arthas said calmly that these plans were the Lich King's plans, and Arthas absolutely did not believe that Locke would refuse.

In fact, Lockeburn didn't want to refuse, if Arthas was to follow Akmund, Locke would probably not be able to sleep peacefully recently, and that would be the real disaster.

"Okay, I accept it, but I ......" Just as Locke spoke, another powerful aura appeared around him.

It was a very familiar smell.

"Here you are, my Highness." Kel'thugad "walked" out of the forest, saying that he was leaving, but in fact it was more appropriate to use the word "floating", and the necromancer had become a powerful lich after resurrecting from the Well of the Sun.

A soul body with powerful spell energy, so to speak.

"This man is so familiar, ah...... Isn't this my student? Kel'thugad looked at Locke not far away, and said sarcastically, "Why, you're loyal to the Lich King again, and your chaos is comparable to that of the Devil." ”

"That's enough." Arthas stopped Kel'thugad, and said sternly: "Call me Your Majesty, I am the King." No longer His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Kel'thugad breathed an icy chill from his mouth, and he said slowly: "According to the plan, Illidan has killed Tikdios, and according to the plan, we should return to Lordaeron and wipe out all those restless human forces." ”

Speaking of this, Kel'thugad glanced at Locke meaningfully: "According to the reports of the past few months, many refugee groups have entered Stormwind City and Riptide Castle, but more refugees have gathered in the castles of the nobles and established a lot of defenses. ”

"It's time to return to Lordaeron and clean up these restless human forces." Kel'thugad said slowly, "Otherwise, the power of the undead will be too weak. ”

Arthas nodded, as if he had fallen into a long memory: "That's right, first dispose of the local forces of Lordaeron, and then go to capture Gilneth." ”

Kel'thugad said slowly, "All right, Your Majesty, we must leave, time is running out." ”

"The Dreadlord has taken over our country, and we must reclaim it."

The lich then looked at Locke not far away: "Lord of Death, you can now lead your army to Mount Hyjal and report to Akmund, hoping that your rebellion will be successful enough." ”

A flash of light flashed, and Kel'thugad and Arthas disappeared into a burst of white light, and Locke understood that they had returned to Lordaeron.

He looked not far away, not far away, a battle that would decide the third war was being fought, and the end of this war also meant the end of the third war and the rise of the undead natural disaster.

"What a disaster." Locke muttered softly. (To be continued.) )