Les Frost's voice echoed throughout the Valley of the Hearth, as if to add to the momentum, and the spirits of the undead around the Valley of the Hearth began to roar, the earth-shattering roar that made Bridget's face a little pale, but she quickly recovered.

As a female warrior of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Bridget was not as fragile as she imagined, only to see bursts of holy light aura rising around her, and a pious aura also appeared under her feet.

The Aura of Devotion is a paladin's signature ability that grants a layer of defense to the user and allies around her.

"Locke, do we just need to defeat that lich to be able to return to the real world?" Brigitte asked cautiously, clenching the shackles in her hands, looking nervously at the lich below, and occasionally staring at the forest not far away.

Bridget seems to be waiting for reinforcements from the Silver Hand.

But it was destined to be impossible to wait, Locke looked at the gray Lordaeron, and then said in Land's powerful voice: "Take it easy, we won't die here." ”

"But you don't have to count on reinforcements, after all, there will be no reinforcements here." Locke said this seriously, in this nightmare, everything will go in a bad direction, and this will not change, and Locke knows this.

In fact, this absurd dream was already over when Locke advanced to the master level, and the reason why it didn't end was because of the intrusion of the lich Lace Frostwhisper.

The lich wants to use the Nightmare King's powers to kill himself here.

But a smile appeared on Locke's lips, but if you want to kill someone in a nightmare, you must be well aware of the fact that the Nightmare King is not an ally of the Lich King, and this demon is the soul of any creature that can laugh at it.

In other words, when the Lich Les Frostwhisper entered this dream, he also fell prey to the Nightmare King.

"It's really clever but clever and mistaken by cleverness, in a dream, could it be that a death knight's soul will be stronger than a lich?" Locke whispered, as if to confirm what Locke had said, and the gates to Hearthdale slammed shut as the Lich Lace Frostwhisper walked into Hearthdale.

The iron gate, which had already collapsed, quickly recovered under a ray of light, and formed a thin magical barrier.

Now everyone is trapped in the Valley of the Hearth.

Locke locked all the doors in the castle, presumably when these undead broke through the castle gates, they would be dumbfounded by an endless stream of kicks. They may have to spend a lot of time attacking the gates.

Locke kept buying time, and Bridget was not idle, her hands kept beating with holy light, cleaning the sky gargoyles, these alchemical creatures after receiving Bridget's blow to the holy light, their bodies as if burning flames, fell to the ground.

Under the conscious control of the Nightmare King, a magical barrier was formed in the sky.

The magic barrier apparently also imprisoned the gargoyle's flight altitude, which also caused Brigitte to shoot down the gargoyle.

Locke's blade swung very fast, and some lucky gargoyles, after excitedly breaking through Locke's iron gate, rushed to Locke's attack blocking the gate.

In the burst of brilliant sword light, these ghouls helplessly broke down into several pieces, and it was obvious that Locke had already been unable to break down.

However, although the situation in front of Locke is very good, he is not happy, because the lich Les Frost is a master lich who has practiced countless spells on his body, and if he realizes that the situation is not right, he insists on leading the undead to attack, I am afraid it will definitely be a disaster.

No matter how Locke thinks of Bridget, she doesn't look like a comrade-in-arms who can fight side by side with him, because this girl has only solved thirty gargoyles from the beginning to the present, and if Locke is allowed to kill herself, it is estimated that there will be no gargoyles left in the sky at all.

But Locke knows that there is a silver lining in everything, and although the Lich is strong in combat, in nightmares, this kind of spiritually powerful creature is most favored by the Nightmare King.

After all, the Nightmare King's job is to corrupt the King of the Green Dragon, and a strong soul is the cornerstone of his nourishment.

After Locke figured this out, he worked even harder, although he was very powerful, but at the soul level compared to the lich was not comparable at all, and the Nightmare King, after eating enough, would choose to tie up the soul that had fallen into the nightmare directly so that it could be eaten next time.

But as long as Locke kills the Lich Lacey, the power of the system in his body can directly send him back to Azeroth, but not now, because the Lich Lacey Frostwhisper's combat power is too strong.

Ten minutes passed.

A surging horde of ghouls rushed in front of Locke, who stood still and used the Scourge army to summon a horde of undead to confront the Lich Les Frostwhisper.

In the roar of many undead, the undead fell every minute, and because the elite level of the undead on Locke's side far exceeded that of Les Frost's troops, resulting in heavy losses for Les Frost's army.

A smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth, the plan was still ongoing, there shouldn't be much left of the Lich Lace Frostwhisper's army, as long as the lich's army was consumed, Locke would rush directly to the Hearthvale and kill the lich who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

When the last undead in the castle were killed by Locke, Locke breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the stairs. Not long ago, his army of the undead had all fallen due to the expiration of its duration, and Locke was speechless when he noticed that the sword in his hand was beginning to break off.

Fortunately, Locke found a two-handed sword again in the corner of the castle, and after cleaning up for half an hour, Locke finally breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there were no undead in the castle, and he sat on the stairs and stood on the ground with his two-handed sword, only to see the muddy blood left along the blade, staining everything Locke saw in front of his eyes.

"Ulala"

The sound of the heavy porter pushing sounded, and Locke subconsciously clenched the two-handed sword in his hand, it should be some undead who broke in, and Locke reflexively raised the sword in his hand.

But it wasn't the scene that Locke saw, it was a different scene.

The figure of the lich Les Frostwhisper appeared at the gate of the city gate, its face expressionless, its mouth spitting frost, and several strange orbs of ice lingering around its body.

"Locke, you've surprised me."

The voice of the Lich Rice echoed through the spacious halls. (To be continued.) )