"It's just ahead."

Locke looked out into the decaying woods, gripped the blade of pain tightly, and rushed into the darkness first.

The Western Plague Land is decaying, not only the giant trees in the forest have lost signs of life, but even the animals in the forest are gradually becoming undead, and the whole sky is crushed by death-like gray clouds.

Locke predicted that the Lordaeron army in the Western Plaguelands was now in despair, and that the only remaining soldiers could never be the opponents who were spreading the undead.

Locke was fast, getting closer and closer, and as he got closer to the battle, he slowed down and pressed the Blade of Pain down, trying not to expose himself.

The battle ahead has entered the white heat, and the formed Lordaeron army, under the siege of the Scourge Legion, has reduced the population from time to time, although it has also caused some losses to the ghouls of the Scourge Legion. But from time to time, the soldiers who were dragged from the army of Lordaeron into the army of the undead dealt a very big blow to the army of Lordaeron.

The screams of human soldiers echoed through the sky, followed by the sound of ghouls swallowing food.

Locke didn't get too close, the forest trolls were already heading towards the Psychic Academy in the south under Locke's orders, and he alone could not be an opponent of the Scourge Legion.

The tracking ability of the undead is very strong, not only the ghouls have a strong sense of smell, but the gargoyles flying in the sky are also excellent detective units, but Locke has become an undead at this time, and lurking in a bush, not only the ghouls can't discern the breath of the undead, but the gargoyles can't see what's in the bushes from the sky.

Locke wiped the Blade of Pain from his hand and observed the situation below, Lordaeron's army looked very organized, and after seeing that the breakthrough of the undead scourge was not strong, they divided their men and built a trench in the back. The bonfire quickly rose and some of the stored food was carried from the teleportation circle by the mage, but soon the portal's brilliance faded.

They were going to fight a long war and waited for the Alsace army to come.

Locke was silent, and in the vast army of undead below, a huge crypt lord stepped out of the horde of ghouls, its icy claws glinting in the daylight.

Anubrekan slowly walked to the forefront of the battlefield, his massive body causing a lot of shock, its compound eyes staring at the Lordaeron army above, and it said in a cold voice, "Surround it, gargoyles harass. ”

The undead attacked Lordaeron's army like a tidal wave.

The waves of attacks had killed and wounded the ghouls, but Lordaeron's army had begun to suffer losses.

Locke looked at Anubrekan, who was not far away, and there was an extra scar on his face, probably as a punishment from Kel'thugad. The Crypt Lord dropped eggs on top of the human corpse, and in a few moments a small worm burst out of the human corpse and squeaked.

The battle wasn't over yet, most of the ghouls above had apparently gone into a frenzy, and the Lordaeron defenders above were rapidly decreasing, but the mages and priests behind the guidelines were obviously playing a big role, which made the undead's onslaught not work.

"Is it time for me to make a move?" Locke stepped out of the bushes, gripped the Blade of Agony, and scrept along the forest's still decaying vegetation, summoning the ghouls as it entailed, for it could be a fierce battle next.

"Anubrekan, I'll let you try my new weapon later." Locke muttered. According to the fighting habits of the undead, a large number of ghosts will be placed in the rear of the army to guard the army from enemy attacks.

Locke's goal is to get rid of these ghosts, and if he kills one within five seconds, the chance of being discovered by the Undead Scourge is zero.

The battle between humans and the Scourge not far away was obviously not over in a short period of time, because the early Scourge Legion was not strong in the low-end force, and it was difficult to win favor with the formed Lordaeron army.

"Death's Hand." Locke muttered softly, the shadow hand formed in front of him had pulled the ghost hidden in the darkness not far away. This spirit-made ghost didn't even have the ability to resist in front of Locke, and it was quickly destroyed.

The ghost let out a miserable scream, and then the soul in its body began to disintegrate, leaving behind a small black ball.

"It's a pity that there are no necromancers, and there is not enough time." Locke placed the Blade of Pain on his back, and the small black ball condensed from the ghost's death, this kind of thing is a favorite of necromancers, and if they are given a little time, they can make ghosts, and perhaps hate the souls they need.

Locke looked at the battle not far away, in the battle sequence of Lordaeron, it was obvious that there were also High Elf warriors, these servants were probably coming to Dalaran, obviously they were unlucky at the moment, trapped by a large number of undead.

The damage of the Lordaeron Legion is very serious, compared to the beginning, their number has been much smaller, if it were not for the fact that there is a knight with a silver hand on the front line who is using the Holy Light Technique to heal the soldiers, I am afraid that the psychological defense line of a large number of soldiers has collapsed.

The elven mage in the rear directly tore open a healing scroll, and a huge stream of life energy appeared above the Lordaeron Legion, followed by a large number of soldiers being healed.

But Locke knew that this was only delaying the demise of Lordaeron's army.

"These mages, why don't they open the teleportation array and run away, do they think they can still win?" Locke stared at the mages of Lordaeron in the distance, their faces resolute, even at the point of exhaustion, their faces did not show the emotion of defeat.

These Lordaeron legions, surrounded by the Scourge Legion, although they are strong in combat, will eventually become a part of the Scourge Legion, and Locke has seen this scene countless times.

Little by little, time passed.

Lordaeron's army was decreasing little by little, and despair also appeared on the faces of the Silver Hand Paladins, and there was no communication on the battlefield, only the cold fighting sound of the soldiers on both sides.

It was getting dark.

At night, it is the time when the undead army launches a general attack, and the undead are always able to exert 100% strength at night, but humans cannot. Locke rolled over and jumped onto the Nightmare Warhorse, he walked slowly in the darkness, Locke had no intention of attacking, although he was closer to the battlefield below, he did not attack.

Don't look at those undead who are relentlessly attacking Lordaeron's army, once there is a situation in the rear, these undead will counterattack Locke as quickly as possible. (To be continued.) )