This is also the effect that Locke wants to achieve, after all, he also has unspeakable hardships, even if Arthas does not pursue Locke's undead power, but if the priest in Lordaeron's legion finds out, it will definitely be a wild spray, and maybe it will be able to make trouble for the king. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a thick smell of death near the town hall, and the marble floor was littered with wandering zombies, and these undead let out a senseless roar from their mouths, apparently they were no longer conscious.

Locke knew very well that the lives of these humans who had been transformed into undead would come to an end, and the source of all this was the Lich King and the Burning Legion.

He transformed into the undead, and then summoned the ghouls and the troll berserker undead, because he found that the aura of death in the air was not decreasing but gradually increasing, and it was clear that the Scourge was ready to ambush around here, but they miscalculated one thing, that is, they could not ambush the legions of Arthas, but only one of Locke.

Resist the undead scourge.

A restless roar came out of the mouth of the Nightmare Warhorse, and after Locke used the plague to kill all the zombies near the town hall, from the dark mist, a small detachment of undead legions slowly walked out of the mist, it was a ghoul battle group, apparently the necromancer who had just been transformed by Malganis, and the necromancer who accompanied him, and it was also a member of the Cult of the Curse. Locke clearly knew that in Stratholme, there were a considerable number of necromancers, and these necromancers were no different from ordinary people in normal times, but when the Scourge Legion attacked, they directly rebelled into soldiers of the Scourge Legion.

But a couple of necromancers plus ghouls are clearly no match for Locke.

The undead troll berserker leaped sharply, jumped directly in front of the necromancer, and then grabbed the necromancer into the air like a chicken with his thick arms.

The ghouls and the remaining necromancers began to attack the troll berserker, but this was obviously in vain, the necromancer could not hold out for even a minute in the hands of the troll rage, and soon died, while the fierce-looking ghouls frantically pounced on the troll rage in front of them, but they could not break the defense.

Locke did not move forward to deal with the undead army not far away, but sat quietly on the back of the Nightmare War Horse, and at this time, the image of Shadra appeared in front of Locke, and she asked angrily on her face: "What did you do to me while I was sleeping?" ”

"Why, I feel so weak."

Locke shrugged his shoulders, and then said, "You go and ask the bronze dragon about these things, at least I don't know." ”

Anyway, Locke didn't intend to admit that he had extracted Shadra's divine power, and it was absolutely impossible for Shadra to know that he had extracted it anyway.

Shadra's vision soon faded away, and she left a message in the air: "There is a powerful force hidden in the air, completely capable of crushing you in this place, be careful." ”

Locke nodded, in fact, since he came to Stratholme, he has been trying to survive, if the timeline really returns to the real timeline, then at this time, Bridget should be near the Hearthvale, this paladin lady should probably forget about him.

It's probably fate.

Locke drew the Blade of Suffering, and the battle not far away had already been decided, the Troll Berserk had torn the necromancer to pieces in a victorious manner, and the ghouls who had roared were now lying on the ground in pieces.

"Knock Knock"

There was a sudden sound of thought on the ground, which was particularly piercing to Locke's ears, because when the huge body came out of the mist, Locke's eyes had already locked on the huge body.

It was an abomination, to be precise, the Butcher, the Troop of the Scourge in Eastern Lordaeron. ”

The Troll Rage quickly caught his eye on the sudden abomination, and he quickly rushed forward, trying to knock it to the ground with his sheer strength, but soon realized that he was wrong, the abomination contained much more power than the Troll Rage.

Locke witnessed the troll rampers being brutally murdered by the butcher.

Locke stroked the Blade of Pain in his hand, and he whispered, "Come on, the battle is about to begin again." ”

This abomination named Butcher is naturally not an ordinary abomination, and the huge power contained in his body has already allowed him to advance to the beginning of the master rank, you must know that the abomination that is fed under most of the farms in the Western Plague Land is it.

A powerful momentum emanated from the butcher's hateful body, but Locke ignored it, he raised the blade of pain in his hand, and the rune sword danced with dazzling brilliance, which was the shadow energy that represented darkness, and then five purple rays jumped out of the blade, and then a shadow circle appeared on the ground, and then an undead crawled out of the floor.

The long silver-white hair was flying, and the eyes burning with blue flames locked on the abomination not far away.

"Let's have fun." The butcher let out a dull roar and then rushed towards Locke, his massive body pulling a sonic boom through the air, his single eye locked on Locke not far away, and a powerful aura of death emanated from his body of abomination.

The gargoyles in the sky tried to attack the butchers on the ground, but it quickly proved to be useless, and the army of ghouls on the ground was directly crushed by the butchers.

A hint of caution flashed in Locke's eyes, the butcher abomination in front of him was very powerful, although he only relied on flesh and death aura, but the dangerous aura emanating from his body made him feel a little uneasy.

"Die."

The cold chain made a "sonorous" sound in the air, and then shot at Locke not far away like lightning, pulling out a strong death aura in the rain curtain, locking Locke not far away.

In the face of the butcher's chain attack, Locke did not move at all, he just stretched out his hand, accurately grabbed the chain thrown by the butcher, and then pulled back, with the support of Locke's strong power, the butcher had already engaged in a tug-of-war with Locke.

The chain, which was stretched straight, made a "ding-ding" sound in mid-air, the breath of death was confused in the rain, and the butcher not far away snorted, looking a little tired of the little insect in front of him, and then he rushed towards Locke not far away with his huge body, trying to launch a melee attack on Locke and kill Locke completely. (To be continued.) )