The avalanche that cracked down from the mountains carried an unstoppable force, covering and crushing everything that stood in its way, whether it was a building or an orc.

But Locke wasn't among them, he jumped down to the cliff on the right, and stared silently at the shadow circle not far away.

In the silvery world, ice and snow paint the panic on the faces of orc warlocks and the wrath of stone elementals. Locke stared, neither attacking nor retreating.

A small jet-black dot appeared from the white snow, and then spread rapidly, and in just a few seconds, the snow centered on the shadow circle was dyed jet black.

"This is the gift you deserve." Locke gripped the Destroyer of Worlds tightly, and then slowly walked towards the Shadow Circle, behind him, shallow footprints.

The Shadow Chains in the ice and snow shook slightly, and although the orc warlocks didn't turn their heads, the shaking Shadow Chains had already revealed what was in their minds.

They were scared.

Whether it's the slowly approaching Locke, or the imprisoned stone elemental.

It's a creature instinct, and countless magical experiments in the Shadow Council have deepened their impression of death.

"No, you can't get close, you don't even know what you're doing."

"He's going to kill us all."

There was a tremor in the orc warlock's voice, as if the chickens on the farm had seen their future fate.

Locke walked slowly, but he didn't stop, he thought to himself, "In the evil that Gul'dan has created, there is also your share, and all this is what you deserve." ”

Locke stopped, his steel armor clanging, leaving only a pair of black eyes in his helmet. He said slowly, "Frostwolf Clan, let you feel the elemental wrath now. ”

Standing in the wind and snow, Locke's indifferent voice, combined with the light blue armor, rendered him as if death was coming.

An abrupt voice appeared in the snow, and then, a black palm appeared from the black snow, it was a pair of palms stained with jet-black blood, and the sharp claws carried a thick necromantic aura.

A solidified aura of death hung over the head of the orc warlock.

The ghoul's claws had gripped the orc warlock's calf, and it let out a joyful, piercing laugh as it crawled out of the dirt.

Bang la blah

The shadow chains in the wind and snow broke off, and the purple threads quickly dissolved and dissipated in the air, like butterflies flying one after another, and disappeared in mid-air.

"Uhhh

"Fight with him."

"We can't afford to sit still."

The orc warlocks said one after another, they stopped casting spells in their hands, and then stared viciously at Locke not far away, as if looking at a dead spirit.

Locke was not a necromancy.

But he is the commander of the necromancy.

In his mind, there was a command network of the entire Alterac Undead Legion, and it only took him a thought for the undead army to form one legion after another here.

The conflict between the orc warlocks and the undead broke out completely, and when a large number of walking corpses crawled out of the already dark snow, the warlocks who were unwilling to be grinded to death by Locke summoned the demons of the distorted void to the present world from the Demon Summoning Gate.

The chaotic scene unfolds, and the demons who carry the fire of evil energy in their bodies still have the strength to fight under the siege of hundreds of undead.

But the stone element is not for spectators, as a representative of the earth, the first thing these heavy stones did after breaking away from the control of the shadow was to lock on to the orc warlock in front of them, it raised its heavy arm and smashed it into the orc warlock in purple robes.

There was a dull thud in the air.

It was the sound of the earth cracking, and the stone elemental hit the orc warlock in front of it with unmistakable accuracy, and with its arm as the core on the ground, the earth around it began to crack.

It's like a spider's web.

That's the power of the masters.

Flying blood fluttered like butterflies in the wind and snow, and this terrifying blow made the remaining orc warlocks immediately realize that their enemy was not the nearby army of the undead, but the stone elemental of white granite.

"Defeat him." The orc warlock let out a low roar, the pain it had just seen its brother turn into pulp from a punch from the stone elemental, and the pain that made its heart skip a beat, but then a cool air rose up its spine.

"Kill this stone elemental, or we'll all die here."

The dark power froze in the hands of the orc warlocks, and several orc warlocks frustrated the shadow arrows in their hands, shooting at the stone elementals that broke free from the shadow chains. And the low-level demons that rushed out of the demon portal could only resist the waves of undead frenzy for the orc warlocks.

Locke stared at the battle not far away, the noisy battle would not be able to tell the result for a while, whether from a strategic point of view or from a tactical point of view, it was the right choice to clean up the surrounding undead and take advantage of the fisherman.

Locke took a deep breath, and a purple giant hand gradually appeared in the sky above him, pulling the imp not far away in front of him.

The imp is a low-level demon that distorts the void, is timid and fearful, but excellent fire magic and consumption are units that low-level warlocks like to summon. It was about 30 centimeters tall, pitch black, with green demonic pupils, and its hands pulsing with the fire of evil energy.

Locke's hand fell, and the imp in front of him turned upside down and fell to the ground. He stared not far away, although the first generation of walking corpses was a little weak, but the huge number had already suppressed the demons that appeared in the demon portal, and they had no power to fight back.

One by one, the demons fell.

Not far away, the granite elemental fell into a bitter battle, it was besieged by five orc warlocks, and a series of negative effects such as sluggishness, weakness curse, dark curse, and so on appeared on it, completely suppressing this master-level stone elemental.

Although it is a master creature, its health has dropped to a freezing point not long ago, and after being besieged by orc warlocks, it let out a roar of reluctance.

The stones all over his body were splashed in all directions, apparently dead.

"Elemental Core!" The orc warlock let out a frightened sound, and with this sound, Locke also looked at the colorful stones floating in the air not far away.

"The Core of the Elements." Locke muttered softly.