Brilliant meteors streaked across the sky, bright and dazzling in the dark sky, but not a flame that brought light, but an evil power that brought destruction. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Boom!"

A huge roar came from the ground, followed by a wail of the minotaur and the roar of the orcs, and Locke understood that the Burning Legion finally couldn't help but strike.

The Hellfire is a formidable class of the Burning Legion, surrounded by unrivaled flames of unrivaled power that burns in huge boulders, bringing bursts of unholy flames with every walk.

A roar echoed through the sky, followed by the orc's death roar. But this was not the end, after three more meteors landed in the sky, the Horde's reinforcements finally collapsed.

Locke let out a burst of laughter, human courage is built on the reinforcements of the tribe, when their hopes are dashed, the weapons in their hands, in this dark night, simply can't hold out for long.

"Come on, Scourge warriors, now is the time for you to show me your loyalty." Locke muttered, as if tempted, and the undead who rushed out of the darkness rushed desperately into the human army not far away.

The sound of fighting sounded, and the number and quality of the human army far exceeded that of the Scourge Legion led by Locke, but at night, and the rear was blocked by the Burning Legion, a trace of despair grew in the hearts of these human soldiers.

"Don't panic!"

"Hold the line, if this place collapses, we will let the undead slaughter!"

"Hold on, wait for me to open the portal and bring everyone back to Theramore!"

Gianna's voice echoed over the city, her face nervous but not panicked, a milky white light rising from her palms, apparently opening the portal to send the many soldiers back to Theramore.

At this time, Gianna saw a huge figure coming out of the darkness not far away, it was the outline of a Dread Demon King, and this Dread Demon King was much larger than the Dread Demon King seen in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Its silhouette slowly emerged behind Locke, a smile on its face, and the earth began to tremble with every step of the giant hoof.

"You won't run away so easily, little girl." Annatheron had a hint of playfulness in her tone.

He's none other than Annetheron, the Dreadlord! He is also the second in command of the Dreadlord, and he has endless power in his body, and those powers from the Dreadlord make him fearless.

The power of the Burning Legion never ends, and at least in Annatheron's eyes, these tiny humans are nothing to mention.

"Struggle to escape, the world will be in flames." Annetheron said in a low voice, as if by magic, and the flaming meteors in the sky smashed towards Gianna's army.

It was several hellfires, and these hellfires burned with evil flames on their bodies, causing a great deal of casualties to Gianna's army in an instant.

The roars and wails of the human race came and went, and the evil flames of hellfire, once stained with the body, it was absolutely impossible to die, but this was also the scene that Gianna expected. She took a deep breath, then looked at the Dreadlord Annetheron not far away, and then moved to Locke.

"You'll regret it." Gianna said calmly to Locke, who was not far away. There was no anger in his voice, only a faint calm.

There was a flash of white light, and Gianna's army vanished into the white light, and then the air became deadly silent.

The blood-stained dirt was littered with corpses, the broken flags swayed in the wind, and the gargoyle "Gege" voice was particularly harsh. The evil flames on the ground didn't seem to be extinguished, and several hellfires in the distance walked towards the Dreadlord in the distance.

The Dreadlord stared at Locke in front of him, his sly eyes locked on Locke, who was half-kneeling on the ground. As a Dreadlord, playing with the fragility of the human heart is what this demon likes to do the most, and although the Death Knight is not human, the Dreadlord still likes to do this kind of thing.

"I've heard that the Lich King is trying to break free from the Burning Legion." Anatheron clapped his hands and motioned for the surrounding hellfire to clear the human base of the unfled.

"That's a stupid thing to do, you said?"

Locke said without raising his head: "None of the forces that dare to go to war with the Burning Legion are stupid, but I want to say that the Lich King does not intend to break away from the control of the Burning Legion, he just wants to ......"

"A little autonomy."

The two sides were silent, but the laughter of the Dreadlord soon spread throughout the base, he had destroyed countless civilizations, and in those lower races, he saw the shadow of the former human, how ridiculous, he had already blatantly rebelled, and he hoped that the superior had not discovered the rebellion.

"Whatever you may say, but just now I saw you kill your boss, the poor little lich." A smile appeared on Annetheron's lips, and he didn't have time to think about the lich's name, but he believed that the poor death knight would soon confess his guilt and become his captive.

And Annatheron will soon get a very fun toy, thinking of this, he can't help but be a little excited, a hero-level slave.

"Hahaha." The demonic chaotic energy spread out from Annatheron's body, and this frenzied power even strengthened the surrounding demons.

All of this was in Locke's eyes, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, then raised his head and said: "Annetheron, I am afraid that you have made a mistake, that is, I am not under your control, the Scourge Legion belongs to me, and if you want to strip me of command, you may have miscalculated." ”

Anaseron was silent, in the territory of the demons, the concept of hierarchy is a very important concept, and it is this concept that makes the demons dare not easily resist the superiors, and the will of the loyal executor of the superiors, this will was also established after Sargeras controlled the demons.

"Locke, your justification doesn't change anything." Annetheron said coldly, "You must be imprisoned, and then handed over to Lord Akmund for judgment. ”

A foul-smelling swarm of insects gathered in the palm of the Dreadlord Anneseron's hand, and he said coldly, "Surrender, in front of the Legion, no creature can resist. ”

Locke made a choice with his actions, he pulled out Jinloth, and then several white bones lingered around Locke, with Locke as the center, the land began to corrupt rapidly, and the Scourge Legion not far away also fell into a state of alert.

"Enough!" A very majestic voice came, and this voice, if Locke remembers correctly, was none other than Akmund. (To be continued.) )