In the midst of the storm, the three-headed ghoul clinged to the dilapidated walls of the castle, their eyes glowing emerald green, and slowly advanced on the walls. Behind the ghouls, a ghoul was lying cautiously on the ground, slowly crawling forward.

Behind the ghouls are three skeletons, either with broadswords or bows and arrows, mechanically following behind the ghouls. This Scourge's standard formation can put an elite warrior in a bitter battle in an instant.

After all, this kind of battle array has been improved for decades, and the military concepts and war response plans used have far suppressed the human kingdom during the reign of chaos. After all, ghouls make up for ghouls' lack of damage, skeletons contribute a lot of damage, and ghouls are the support core of the death knights.

Even if he encounters the standard undead detachment of the Scourge Legion now, Locke can use this fragile force to completely destroy these tactically backward and rigid undead armies.

After all, senior commanders are not so easy to cultivate, and it is precisely because the Plague Legion swept Lordaeron that they were able to get a sufficient number of grassroots officers, which produced the natural disaster that swept everything.

Not long ago, Locke assigned all the experience he had saved to the Death Knight.

"The Death Knight level is level 8, with 3 points of strength, 2 points of constitution, and 1 point of agility."

"You learned to be ghouls, to control the undead."

[Ghouls]: Summons 2 ghouls to be controlled by you, which belong to 70% of the ghouls, and can promote frenzy when the ghouls are on the field.

[Control the Undead]: Use the power of darkness to control the undead, you can use the power of darkness to control the undead, control it for 5 minutes, and cool it down for 30 minutes.

The strength has been a little unable to keep up, and the previous experience Locke has used all of his brains, and he originally planned to attack the potion to sell some money, but the embarrassing situation made him have to do so.

Although the appearance of the ghouls has greatly improved the strength of Locke's undead army, the thought of the ghosts in the castle and the necromancers who have been lurking in the Riptide Castle makes Locke feel creepy.

God knows how many Cults of the Damned have left behind in Riptide Castle.

The ghouls clinged to the wall and moved slowly, occasionally letting out a scream characteristic of the undead, these creatures with simple thoughts, ready to vent their resentment, hatred, so that Locke had no way to engage in ambush warfare. The ghouls not far behind the ghouls were staring at the darkness ahead, and the ghouls could at least easily understand Locke's orders.

As the base unit of the Scourge Legion, the Ghoul can help Locke at least sometimes, while the Ghoul will not care if they see the enemy rushing straight at them.

Locke waved his hand, and it was not a good idea to wait for a long time outside the castle, but to let the undead go deep into the castle to see what they would find.

After receiving Locke's order, the ghoul attached to the wall jumped off the wall and jumped into the darkness, while the ghoul also stood up and rushed into the darkness.

"These undead make me sick." The fire demon, who had not spoken, looked at the back of the skeleton walking into the darkness and said suddenly.

As an elemental lord, the necromantic creatures who twist life and live in another form in this world have an indescribable disgust, and although it wants to turn the world into a sea of fire, it has never wanted to destroy Azeroth. At least in its perception, it should be the fire elemental that has taken over Azeroth.

But the undead are different, and every time they walk through a place, they weaken the energy of the living and can make the earth rot.

"But to be honest, these bones are a big help." Firefiend Dancing Hammer: "At least until I regain my strength, it's a big help." ”

Locke nodded, agreeing, this simple undead army at least let Locke recover a little bit of confidence, if he simply let him solve the ghost, it would be good to say, but once the necromancer set a trap, then Locke felt that even if it was himself, he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

Locke walked into the depths of the castle, after all, time passed by a minute, the favorite of undead creatures finally arrived at 4 o'clock in the morning, at least only the ghost with a crippled IQ will soon appear inside the castle, if he is lucky enough to recover the ghost before the necromancer arrives, then the scourge legion he just made will be able to surprise the necromancer.

Locke smiled at the thought of the look on that guy's face when he had an undead who was better than a necromancer.

The time is almost up, the time of the dead has come.

Locke is already in the depths of the castle of Riptide Castle.

A violent thunderstorm splashed from the balcony into the hallway, and tonight's rainstorm caused even the slightest crack in the room to rush water into the room and spill everywhere.

In the storm, the fire demon glanced at the sun, which was extremely dazzling, and even if he was far away, he could see the fire demon clearly.

It followed Locke, "Locke, I can feel it, the Shadow Realm is finally digging its hand deep into Azeroth. ”

"Locke, don't you think that the power of death comes from the Shadow Realm?"

Locke sneered and said to the fire demon beside him, "The Shadow Realm, the legendary realm of the dead? ”

"But these things have nothing to do with me, a small world corresponding to the Emerald Dream in the legend, think about it, does this have anything to do with me, a Death Knight who is not yet a legend?"

The Fire Demon nodded, it didn't want to delve into this issue anymore, at least it was still trapped in the lower layer of the Blackstone Tower and couldn't get out, even if it controlled the Black Iron Dwarf.

Still no eggs at all.

………………

At this time, at the gate of Fort Riptide

Hundreds of skeletons advanced in the rain curtain, their steps were single, their movements stiff, and the armor on their bodies was all dark black iron armor, which reverberated in the rain curtain.

"It's terrifying, my distant uncle in Lordaeron once wrote to me what the undead are." One of the veterans grabbed his spear, leaned against the wall, and said to the people around him, "It's these fleshless skeletons that can destroy three villages in one day." ”

"But why did His Royal Highness Prince Garin let us put these monsters in Riptide Castle?" A young soldier with a still immature face asked nervously, he couldn't understand why Riptide Castle had just been taken back from the ogre's hands. Why put these evil-looking creatures in the city?

A mysterious smile appeared on the veteran's face: "This is not a rumor anymore, I heard that Prince Garin colluded with the undead and wanted to kill the eldest lady." ”

"What." The surrounding soldiers caused a burst of exclamations, such a secret history of the palace was simply unimaginable to them. Just when they were about to pester the veteran to continue speaking.

Underneath the city gate, a black-robed man stepped out of the army of skeletons and said in a peculiar, hoarse, shrill voice, "Open the door, this is Prince Garin's order." ”

The voice was low, but every soldier on the city wall could hear it clearly, it was the power of magic, which also deepened the fear of the undead among many soldiers, and only saw the old soldier walking near the winch, and two ordinary soldiers ran over to stop it.

"We can't let them in, it's the evil undead who will kill us all."

"That's right, we can't do that."

The veteran snorted coldly, "You want to disobey Prince Garin's orders?" ”

When these words were spoken, the two became dumbfounded, Prince Garin's orders were supreme in Fort Riptide, and there were soldiers who disobeyed Prince Garin's orders, but the final result was that the bones were separated and hanged at the gates of Fort Riptide.

"Open the Gates"

The command quickly echoed through the gates of Fort Riptide.

With the sound of the winch creaking, the Riptide Castle, which had not been regained long after the Ogre had been regained for a short time, opened its doors again, this time, it would not be the return of the Ogre, but more legions of the undead more terrifying than the Ogre stationed in Riptide Castle.

In the midst of the rain, the pace of the skeleton army was neat and orderly, and the emerald green soul fire burning in the eye sockets made ordinary people timid at a glance.

Mixed among the skeletons was a man dressed in a black robe, pale skinned, holding a scepter in one hand and a book of the Necrons in the other.

He raised his head, and in the rain he could clearly see the restless humans on the castle tower, these fragile creatures made him feel sick, and he had to endure a great deal of pain in his life, being crushed to death by the noble lords.

This is the nature of the human kingdom, and the Cult of the Cursed God has already told them the truth about humanity.

He intends to save these humans, turn them all into undead, no longer have to grieve for emotions, and be able to live forever.

The walls of Fort Riptide had once resisted armies of trolls, but this time, the walls of Fort Riptide opened their doors directly to the dead.

"Scourge Legion, forward," he muttered quietly.

………………

Sir Serrijek had not seen such a heavy rainstorm since he came to the Arathi Heights, and in the darkness, thunder and lightning like dragons danced in the dark clouds, and the wind whistled across the grasslands, Sir Serrijek looked at the sky, even in Lordaeron, such extreme rainstorms were rare.

"It's a strong necromantic aura, and even when I'm sitting in the room, I can feel the filth." Serijek looked pale at the wind in the sky, frowning slightly.

The weather was unusual, and so was the aura of death, which was so severe that it affected the living, which made Seryek feel very uneasy, as a member of the Silver Knights, it was simply his innate nature to exterminate these evil creatures.

However, fate is not affected by this nature, and the future Sir Serriek is destined to be one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Red Knight, the Knight of Conquest.

"Oh, the undead, it's disgusting," Seryek stood up and looked down at the castle, where he saw an army of skeletons, a number that terrified Serrijek.

"This ...... It's unimaginable. Serriek's heart couldn't help but tighten, although the undead had already appeared in Lordaeron, and the undead of this magnitude had already made Sir Serriek think of another possibility in his mind, that is, the undead would devour the entire human kingdom. He reluctantly wanted to take the bedside sword, but he shook it twice and gave up on it.

"I'm not going to let the undead rise."

"Never."

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"A large number of skeletons, a small number of walking corpses, and a few necromancers mixed in with the undead army." Locke gets information from the scouting ghouls. Although the ghouls don't have much thinking, a simple investigation can still do, and with the noise of Riptide Castle outside, it is difficult for Locke to know that those undead have entered the city.

"Firedemon, you buy me time, try to delay the skeleton army, I'll go find Laurena." Locke paused, and then said with a solemn expression: "If we succeed, we will gain a kingdom." ”

With a solemn expression, Locke summoned two elite fire elements from his necklace, "These two fire elements are under your command." ”

"Don't let me down, it's just a small step in defeating the Elder Gods, but it's a big step for me."

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow crossed the dark clouds in the sky, and a blue dragon shuttled through the dark clouds.

"It's so uneasy ......"

"The great Blue Dragon King has sent me to such a place again."