Night is the time for the dead.

Locke has become an undead at the moment, those beasts that used to be the overlords of the night, now can only be food for the undead, even if some strong bears defeat the ghouls, after eating the ghouls' body, the plague will be infected on the body of the bear, and soon become ill, and finally die.

The Undead Plague is not only about destroying humanity, but also about the beasts that inhabit the territory of Lordaeron.

Whew!

A wolf howl rang out.

Locke looked at the mountains not far away, the mountains hidden in the south of the Psychic Academy are a good place to hide the Rotten Moss tribe, although under the influence of the plague, the branches of many trees have turned yellow, but the lush woods cannot be completely destroyed in a short period of time.

There was a faint sound of desolate drums in the midst of a wolf howl, it was the sound of the drums of the Rotten Moss Tribe, and Locke was now almost at the foot of the mountains in the southern territory of the Psychic Academy, and the owner of this mountain range was naturally a forest troll.

Before the Third War, the Moss Trolls had been living in the mountains and forests for thousands of years.

An all-nighter.

Locke rode the Nightmare War Horse and finally arrived in the mountains to the south of the Psychic Academy, and little by little he approached the territory of the trolls.

The sound of wild drums echoed through the mountains and forests.

Locke listened to the familiar sound of war drums, and drove the Nightmare War Horse towards the direction of the Rotten Moss Tribe, although more than half of the trees in this mountain forest have lost their vitality and died, but the lush woods are not completely dead, which also gives the Rotten Moss Trolls a certain living environment.

However, when the natural disaster sweeps across the continent, all living beings will perish.

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The moss trolls soon boiled over because their commander had returned.

In the past few days, the climate in the Western Plague Land has gradually become colder, probably due to the change in climate caused by the plague spread by the Scourge Legion, and Locke can clearly see that the leather on the forest trolls can no longer hide the oncoming cold.

"The King...... As you instructed, we've investigated the psychic academy, and there are a large number of humans living on top of that castle. ”

"But we didn't act rashly, but waited for your orders."

The Moss Troll Chief spoke slowly, his stout arm pointing to the ruined castle in the middle of the lake, which once belonged to the Balf family but was now the property of the Cult of the Damned.

Those who lived above the psychic academy for a short time were nothing more than experiments used by the psychic academy to make living specimens.

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Keldaron, the castle that served the Orc War II, is now in ruins, and the outcasts have built their homes in Keldaron's castle because they are surprised to find that the ghouls don't come near the island in the middle of the lake.

They call it the miracle of the Light.

Locke was dressed in black robes, and behind him were two forest troll warriors, who also wore black robes at Locke's request, all of which surprised the inhabitants of Keldaron, who were often in and out of Keldaron.

They are called followers of the Cult of the Damned.

In the midst of fear, most of the inhabitants believe in the Cult of the Damned, and the paradise described as painless is the only pure land in their hearts.

Locke walked to the center of Keldaron's castle, and in the collapsed castle in front of him was the old lair of the Cult of the Damned, the Psychic Academy. Locke looked around, and it was simply a great sadness that these humans who lived in Keldaron actually called this place a miracle of the Holy Light.

"Who would have thought that the Cult of the Cursed God would need a lot of living bodies." Locke muttered softly, the humans who lived in Keldaron soon resumed their economic activities, whether it was cultivating long-abandoned fields or starting to set up stalls, these humans stubbornly survived in this world.

But in the eyes of the undead Scourge, these domestic animals will soon die.

Locke estimated that there were at least 500 people in Kelldaron, and after learning of the fall of Andorhar, Locke was still a little saddened that the city that he had fought so hard to save was finally destroyed. In the mouths of some, even the Burning Legion's Hellfire has appeared in the Western Plaguelands.

Neither the Paladins nor the Knight Lords are any match for the Undead Scourge, which has caused many humans to despair.

"Tonight, we're going to infiltrate the Psychic Academy." Locke cautiously looked around at the humans, and only after making sure that there were no cursed apprentices around him, Locke whispered.

A light rain began to fall in the sky.

"Tonight, we took advantage of Kel'thugad's absence at the Psychic Academy to wipe out all the apprentices in his lair." Locke touched the Blade of Pain on his back, and when Sylvanas promised him to send a team of rangers to harass the undead, Locke knew that the plan had succeeded.

In order to hold the main force of the undead in the Western Plague Lands, Kel'thugad would never dare to directly teleport back to the Psychic Academy.

It's also a very good opportunity.

Locke didn't think the necromancer apprentices would be his opponents.

As it grew dark, Locke saw a caravan approaching from the outskirts of the ruins of Keldaron Castle, driven by a green-skinned goblin.

However, to Locke's incomprehension, there was an elf sitting behind the carriage. She wears a mask, but the pointed ears hidden in her blonde hair already indicate her identity as an elf.

"Locke, I hear Sylvanas."

Solanlian jumped out of the back carriage of the carriage and was in front of Locke in the blink of an eye, and unlike Locke had imagined, the elven girl exuded powerful arcane powers.

"Elves!" The two-headed troll made a screeching sound from between their teeth, but Locke stopped the next move.

Solan Lian's eyes revealed a scorching brilliance, and she lowered her voice and said, "You have really subdued the forest trolls?" ”

Locke frowned slightly, he didn't expect that Solan Lian hadn't given up on her plan yet, but a master-level mage was definitely not something Locke could compete with.

Locke thought about it for a while, and felt that if Solan Lian came to help, then the certainty of sneaking up on the Psychic Academy was much greater. At least it's much more effective than Locke rushing in with two trolls.

How many dangers are hidden under the psychic academy, in fact, Locke can't say, but Locke knows that as long as the necromancer's apprentice is served, no matter how powerful Kel'thugad is, it is impossible to reorganize his necromancer legion in a short period of time, which can definitely seriously affect the Scourge legion.

At least it can be disgusting and disgusting Kel'thugad. (To be continued.) )