Locke stood on the first floor of Sinsaro's mountain bag, looking upwards, he only felt that his hands and feet were already blowing cold air from above. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If he could, Locke would like to be able to live an ordinary life at home, with a warm wall fire and barbecue on it, surrounded by his wife and children. But now he doesn't seem to be able to live the kind of life he had in mind.

A strong sense of mission and historical inertia have put Locke on the front of history, and during this period, neither the bronze dragon, the orcs, nor the undead can stop Locke's advance. And now Cynsaro, once again, plays the role of resisting Locke's advance.

But it will perish.

Locke was already accustomed to fighting, he was now facing a critical juncture of orders, this war had just begun, if he was victorious, he would get a solid rear, and if he lost, his good fortune in Hinterland would not exist, and the blood god Haka would settle in Hinterland, and then go north into Zuaman, and the Arathi Highlands alone would not be able to resist the undead army of the north and the army of trolls in Hinterland.

If Locke can really change the inertia of time, then Locke will definitely not fail in front of Cessaro in front of him, at least Locke believes that those Eternal Dragon Legions who try to change time will not sit idly by.

Everything Locke has done is what the Eternal Dragon Legion is eager to do, and since Locke has been completely hostile to the Bronze Dragon, then Locke must let the Eternal Dragon help him gain a foothold in this era.

Retreat is not something Locke is thinking about, it is true that the army is seriously short of food and grass, but considering that the Hammer Dwarves have already begun to build tunnels, as long as the tunnels in the Arathi Heights are opened, then the problem of supply will be solved.

Only by completely defeating the army of trolls in Sinsaro will the vitality of Zurghrab be greatly damaged, and then no one in the Troll Empire will be able to stop Locke's rise except for the Zandalar tribe, even if one day the troll tribe is reunited.

Thinking of this, Locke made up his mind, he suddenly sneezed, rubbed his numb hands and feet, and asked the soldiers behind him, "Tell Winlessa to tell her ranger to quickly clear the batrider in the sky." ”

The elven ranger behind Locke heard Locke's question, and immediately walked up to Locke's side and said, "General, the batriders in Sinsaro have been almost wiped out, these batriders have lost their own priests, and without the blessing of the power of the bat god, they are no match for the Quel'Salas archers at all. ”

Locke nodded, he saw that the second layer was a large number of blood-topped trolls wearing tiger skins, and he immediately understood the method of the high-level of Sinsalo, wanting to let Locke consume with these blood-topped trolls, which was really a good idea, but Locke would definitely not fall for this.

Locke was silent, and then he jumped on the back of the Nightmare Warhorse and said, "Let the elven shooters and troll throwers consume the second layer of blood-topped trolls, we must fight steadily." ”

Locke walked towards the military tent, which was said to be a tent, but in fact Locke had acquired the nickname for the place where he was marching, which had been a troll hut house, made of rudimentary wooden blocks and covered with sun-dried animal skins. A lightning thought swept through Locke's mind, and a name suddenly came to his mind, Shadra, the taciturn spider goddess, who had now lost any voice in Locke's mind, and would not answer no matter how much Locke called.

The spider goddess who had been watching Locke grow suddenly disappeared from Locke's mind, and the phantom of the girl who cared about Locke from the bottom of her heart suddenly appeared in Locke's mind.

According to the answer told to Locke by the Spirit of the Beast, the spider goddess Shadra was about to descend on Azeroth, which was also the result of the corruption of the blood god Hakka, who stole the ritual materials used by Shadraro to summon Shadra's true body, and used Hakka's corrupting power to control the demigod.

Locke was arranging how to launch an offensive against Cynsaro not long ago, and he rarely had time to miss Shadra, and even after Locke knew Shadra's whereabouts, he deliberately didn't think about Shadra, because it was useless to think about it, and being captured was being captured.

But now Locke was very uneasy, because a wave of divine power from above Sinsaro was somewhat familiar to him, it was Shadra's divine power fluctuation, even more powerful than before, and it also contained a wave of Haka's divine power.

"Shadra, I will save you, even if you are a god, you need my salvation."

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Dusk has crept in.

The battle between the elven ranger and the batrider ended with the elven cheers that sounded after the last batrider fell to the ground, and these elven rangers with zero losses were excited to devote themselves to the naming of the blood-consuming troll warriors.

The trolls under Locke's command have been greatly boosted, and the troll warriors with different gods and beliefs have waved their weapons and prayed for war to Locke.

But the strategy war against the second layer did not begin, as Locke was still waiting for an opportunity, a chance to make the second layer of blood-top trolls collapse on their own.

In Locke's camp, except for a few sounds, there is basically no noise, under Locke's training, these troll soldiers have learned how to control their desires, but the velociraptors in the camp are roaring long and short, making this huge military camp seem extraordinarily lively.

The trolls at dusk have already made arrangements for the night, and at night, the elven squad will lead several troll throwers to attack and raid, seeking to kill the trolls in Sinsaro as much as possible.

But Locke has a more important thing, that is, the supply of food, before going to Cincalo, Locke asked the trolls in Shadraro to collect a large amount of dried meat and cheese, these marching dry food is obviously not enough, just one night, the entire barracks of food is consumed by a third, that is, Locke will run out of food for three days.

Locke remembered that he had clearly said that he would prepare more than three months' worth of food, but considering the backward production level of the trolls, it was already full potential to be able to make so much dried meat, after all, the trolls were still hunting tribes, and the output of food could only be replenished by hunting.

The military camp is efficient, and Locke has not reduced the food supply, and it is a big deal to launch an attack tomorrow, even if he can't capture the second layer, he must consume enough people to solve the supply problem.

"Uh-ah, Locke."

The roar echoed over Hinterland, and Locke shuddered before he said coldly, "Zurman." (To be continued.) )