Instead of seeing Locke being killed by Jack, he saw dozens of undead crawl out of the snow and devour Jack.

"Gul'dan ......"

Locke heard a long howl coming from the valley, but he didn't care about it at the moment, when the ice spear in Jack's hand broke, he lost all his ability to attack, and in Locke's eyes, this guy was no longer a threat.

Dozens of ghouls let out a low scream before leaping toward Jack's side.

Hatred was a series of meaningless saliva from his mouth, and then he rushed towards Jack not far away, and the ground trembled in a trembling of the earth.

Not far away, Jack's face was full of fear, even though he was an elite mid-level, the series of battles just now had already exhausted his physical strength, and after the failure of the blow just now, the magic weapon in his hand directly shattered into several ice crystals, which was simply unacceptable to him.

The undead are looming.

But at this moment, Locke closed his eyes, and in his heart he connected with the frost dragon summoned by the previous legendary level.

But there was no response, and then Locke looked at Jack's body not far away.

"You killed the Grand Master of the Snow Wolf Knights, and you gained 15,000 experience points."

An electronic female voice rang out in Locke's ears, and a series of data quickly appeared in his retina. He slowly lowered the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand, letting the blood stain the snow-white plains, and then stared at Jack's corpse not far away.

The corpse was not torn apart by the undead, Jack's face was full of fear, he was covered in wounds, and those scarlet blood would be licked clean by the ghouls if it spilled on the ground.

Locke rode slowly to the side of Jack's corpse on his nightmare warhorse, and after the victory, there was neither sadness nor sympathy on his face, but a desolation of victory welled up in his heart.

At this moment, Aiden, who was standing on the city wall, was shocked, the look on his face instantly made him seem as if he was a few years older, he trembled and pointed at Locke in the mist below, and his mouth wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word.

This deep sadness caused the Blackstone Orcs behind Aiden to let out a hearty laugh, and then a sneering voice rang in Aiden's ears: "Oh, the human army is all gone, hahaha. ”

"These ironclad cavalry are the elite of the human elite, hahaha."

The orc's ridicule made Aiden tremble, and he let out a sharp long roar: "I am the kingdom of Alterac, you are not qualified to cancel my throne, even if it is an alliance with the orcs, I want my throne." ”

A long howl echoed through the snow-capped mountains and reached the cliffs not far away, and Arthas heard the echo in the valley, and the roar of Aiden made the birds in the mountains fly softly.

"He's crazy." Arthas made a brief decision, this kingdom has been declared by the alliance to be annexed by Lordaeron, Arthas thinks that his father's treatment of the kingdom of Alterac is very appropriate, this king who colluded with the orcs should be hanged, but only to reduce his title, he dared to rebel.

"I'll hang him." Arthas stared at the scenery under the cliff, at this time the fog has gradually dispersed, although the blizzard has supplemented the fog, but you can vaguely see the situation, the snow wolf knights have not broken through the defense line of the royal guard of Lordaeron, and because of the continuous impact, the centaurs are already very tired, and it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

Arthas looked up, but his brow furrowed slightly, and next to Locke, there were quite a few undead, "What the hell is going on?" ”

In the wind and snow, Locke's right hand emitted a purple shadow light, and then placed it on Jack's body, when the faint purple light gradually invaded Jack's body, the body that should have been stiff now slowly squirmed.

Seeing the corpse under his feet gradually let out a wail, Locke's heart did not become relaxed because of this, but a little heavy, the frost dragon he summoned in the peak of the legend did not respond to his call, but became empty in Locke's heart.

Ogrim's previous blow definitely didn't kill the Frost Dragon directly, but why the Frost Dragon didn't pay attention to his summons, Locke didn't know. Theoretically, the undead are absolutely loyal.

Of course, Sylvanas' rebellion was an accident.

Jack slowly got up at his feet, he himself was the strength of the elite peak, after becoming an undead, his combat power was only the elite mid-level, and he had forgotten most of his combat skills.

Jack let out a roar of rage, and he casually picked up a long sword from the ground and rushed into the battlefield not far away, rolling up a bloody rain. The undead are emotionless, and from the moment they become necromancers, their family, friendship, and love will become nothingness in the reality of death.

Then trample with your own hands.

"Commander, what's wrong with you."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Undead, the regimental commander has died in battle."

A heavy backache permeated the Snow Wolf Knights, and a burst of grief erupted from their mouths, the once-beloved Grand Master who had now become their enemy, from the initial fear, to now accepting and fighting against it.

Locke jumped onto the Nightmare Warhorse, and in a short moment, he hid all the undead in the snow, and then drove the Nightmare Warhorse back to the battlefield.

Locke disarmed himself, and the nightmare horse under his crotch turned into a brown and yellow pony again, and he walked into the middle of the battlefield, at this time the fire demon clone had disappeared without a trace, thinking that it should have been killed, and the military formation maintained by Lordaeron now looked like it was about to be breached.

Locke's arrival caused a burst of cheers from the soldiers, who shouted their joy at their hero, the wounds on their bodies recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the movement of their feet became faster.

The Lordaeron soldiers knew that when two commanders left in the snow, it was a 1-on-1 duel, and the one who came back first was bound to be the winner.

That loser, Jack, has now become an undead and has finally died at the hands of the soldiers he commanded before.

"Victory, victory!"

"Lordaeron will win."

The arms of the Lordaeron soldiers wielding their weapons gradually became faster, and the emotions of defeat in their minds had been swept away, and the excitement made their combat strength stronger.

Lordaeron...... Win. A cold snort erupted from the corners of Jubiters' mouth, and he frowned as he looked at the battlefield below, his hands protruding from the dragon-like veins as he clenched his blade.