"Impossible, Di Thomas, how could Di Thomas be killed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" The Dreadlord Margallo said with a shocked face, he looked at Locke not far away, and said gloomily: "The void has collapsed, how can he, a human being, know the secrets of my clan." ”

Margallo's doubts didn't last long, and he soon heard a voice behind him: "I told him." ”

Wrapped in the sands of time, Liliana walked to Margallo's side, unlike her before, her eyes were now beating with evil energy, arcane arts, and the power of time.

The green, blue, and yellow light flickered in Liliana's eyes from time to time, and it was already certain that Liliana was no longer a blue dragon.

"It's you, why are you doing this." Margalo lowered his voice: "I can't even stand the sins in you. ”

Liliana was silent, she said indifferently: "I don't care about any sins, I only care about my people, my ......"

"Hahaha" The Dreadlord let out a mocking sound, and he looked at Locke not far away, the Death Knight walking slowly.

"Victor, it's Locke, right?" A smile appeared on Vivika's face, and she walked up to the Dreadlord Margalo: "According to the contract, all the troops under the command of the Abyss Lord Di Thomas belong to Locke. ”

"Will the devil keep his word?"

The muscles on the Dreadlord Gallo's face began to twitch as if he had made a great deal of determination, and then he announced in a loud voice, "Victor...... It's Locke. ”

Vivica felt her heart sink all at once.

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The Hammer of Blood.

Locke wanders through the Abyssal Lord DeThomas's Evil Ships, whose former owners have some special hobbies, such as wearing various kinds of leather on the walls of the battleship.

Among them are humans, elves, orcs, centaurs, boar men, wolves, leopards, and other leathers.

However, Locke asked the succubus to clean up the ship.

To be fair, this Evil Battleship is much stronger than Blackebon Fortress, or at least functionally stronger.

Locke walked to the center of the battleship, which was a map of evil energy, and it was clear that on the map, the Burning Legion and Kalimdor coalition lines had not changed much.

According to the previous duel, Locke has obtained all the troops of the Abyss Lord Dithomas, plus the Scourge Legion, Locke has actually become the most powerful force of the Burning Legion.

"According to the news from the front, Tortoll, the god of turtles, has been restrained, and this demigod has just fallen into the siege net, but until now, he has not died."

Vivica's voice came from behind Locke, which made Locke look at Vivika. The Salein was in a good mood, thinking that the battle not long ago had made her drink the blood of Kadore.

Locke was silent, he had thought that the opponent was just Kadore, but the constant flow of races from Kalimdor made Locke aware of a problem.

That is, the Burning Legion is fighting against this world.

This conclusion was asked by Locke from the mouth of a boar-man captive.

For thousands of years, the boar people have survived in a struggle, and no force has ever unified the boar people, but when the Burning Legion tried to destroy the World Tree, these boar people united and launched an attack on the Burning Legion.

"Are the demigods all starting to encourage their followers to attack the Burning Legion?" Locke looked coldly at the map in front of him, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

If the ancient demigods are resurrected, how can he be victorious?

"I'm not going to let anyone stand in the way of my plans." Locke looked at the ceiling and said word by word: "Ancient demigods, Cadore, demons, undead, dragons, whoever wants to hinder me is my enemy." ”

"Akmund must die under the World Tree, but the Kalimdor coalition must be defeated." Locke muttered softly.

In front of him was a map of surging evil powers, and a pale green glow illuminated Locke's eyes. He turned and walked towards the teleporter in Mount Hyjal, "Vivica, tell the Dreadlord Margallo, the succubus Baltony, and the dog king Haka that it's time for them to show their loyalty to the Burning Legion." ”

"Gather their troops, and I will personally lead my army to destroy the demigod Tortora."

Vivica lowered her head, "Yes, I'll tell them to gather their troops. ”

A burst of white light vanished into the teleportation array.

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The mountains of Mount Hyjal, after days of fighting, had already turned into a sea of evil fire, and even if there was only a small forest that had not been destroyed, it was only a matter of time from the distant sky.

Emerald green meteors fell from the sky, and after a burst of shaking, there was a series of roars of hellfire, and the flames of hellfire burned everything in nature.

Tortora, the god of turtles, looked at everything in front of him, and although the night elves fought desperately, they were of little use to the endless army of demons.

The dryads use their venomized spears to throw at the demons, but with little effect. Aside from the furious lightning that erupted from the Chimera's mouth and the mountain giants' heavy blows, it was difficult for the other races of Kalimdor to effectively kill demons.

Tortora saw with his own eyes that a group of centaurs charged into the demon army, which was quickly torn to pieces by the demons.

"Hold the line, we can only wait for the rest of the demigods to come back for the time being." Tortora roared, his prestige was high, and as a demigod, the elves always obeyed him unconditionally.

The Cadores quickly found a defensive terrain, and just as they were relieved, the demons not far away stopped attacking.

The elves were delighted by this sudden change, and it would have been nice to have time to secure their defenses.

But the demigod Torola's eyes were full of sorrow, because the demons did not attack because they were waiting for an order.

For a long time, because of the chaos, the demons did not have the behavior of the group charge, but only carried out the impact and battle alone, although the individual demons were strong and numerous, but in the collective confrontation, the demons caused a lot of defeats due to their chaotic attributes.

But that's no longer the case.

Haka, the Inuking, rushed out of the forest, leaving a spark of evil power on the ground with every step he took, and the battle axe in his hand reaped the dryads that had never fled.

The dryads wept and ran towards where Tortola was. (To be continued.) )