The wind was raging, and the night was dark.

Although he saw a few necromancer apprentices quietly coming to the refugee camp from the psychic academy, he didn't have much interest in getting involved, and many times, once he didn't share much energy, it would lead to the failure of things, so Locke was usually more focused when he did things.

The necromancer apprentices may be capturing a few refugees tonight, getting into no-man's corners, and doing some guinea pig-like activities, such as peeling their stomachs, injecting the plague, and making some simple observations.

However, Solan Lian beside her didn't have a plan with Locke, she looked at the necromancer apprentices wrapped in black robes, and whispered, "There seems to be something wrong with these people. ”

Locke looked over, and under the cover of night and rain, several necromancer apprentices used hypnotism to hit an ordinary peasant woman, and then a necromancer stole the unconscious peasant woman out of the tent.

Of all the spellcaster classes, the Necromancer is the best one for mastering dark energy.

Then there are the Warlocks and the Shadow Priests, whose powers come from taming unstable sources of mana, but they are still a far cry from necromancers. At least the necromancer's main output method is to mobilize the power of the Shadow Realm.

Kel'thugad is the strongest necromancer, and after absorbing the power of the Well of the Sun and resurrecting him shortly after, Kel'thugad became a lich and can be said to be one of the strongest in the human race.

A necromancer not far away pulled the sleeping peasant woman aside.

Solan Lian grabbed Locke, who wanted to leave, and said softly, "Wait a minute, there's a problem here." ”

Raindrops as thin as a cow's hair drifted in the sky.

The rain was not very heavy, and the cool feeling was particularly refreshing in the dark night, Locke shook the black cloak on his body, and looked at several necromancer apprentices not far away. A purple magic circle appeared on the ground, and the peasant woman was placed inside, and several necromancer apprentices surrounded the peasant woman, muttering strange spells.

This is the ritual of trying to transform ghouls.

Soon the peasant woman woke up, and she waved her arms in terror, but to no avail, and she soon found that she could not even utter a word.

She died, her eyes bloodshot, and she clutched her throat with her hands before she died, hoping to make a cry for help, but now her hope was lost.

The peasant woman's corpse quickly transformed under the shadow circle, the pieces of flesh on her body began to squirm rapidly, the bones began to solidify, and the skin on her body quickly decomposed, and then a ghoul appeared in the shadow circle.

This caused a cheer from the necromancer's apprentices.

This ghoul can be a size bigger than a normal ghoul, and it may be the result of a few necromancer apprentices using too much shadow magic, and this giant ghoul will definitely be judged to be a failure.

Because it consumes too much mana, and this ghoul moves much less than the average ghoul.

Solan Lian didn't rush to act at Locke's signal, she frowned and began to listen to what was happening in this refugee camp, and then she felt very sick.

The same thing happened in various parts of the camp, where these necromancer apprentices used the refugees as domestic animals to be slaughtered at will, conducting all sorts of experiments.

The sad tune permeated the camp, and Locke could clearly hear what was happening in the camp, because the rest of the Western Plaguelands was full of undead spirits, and these refugees would rather wait for the arrival of Lordaeron's army than risk their lives to break through the undead border.

Locke dropped the black robe, and he changed his mind, and first dealt with the necromancer apprentice in the refugee camp.

"How are you!"

Before the panic could fall, Locke slashed a necromancer apprentice in two with a single sword. The breath of blood stimulated the ghoul not far away, and instead caused the undead to lose control and start attacking the necromancer apprentice in front of him.

This cannot be called a battle, but a massacre.

These necromancer apprentices don't even have the slightest ability to resist, they can't even control a ghoul, let alone fight Locke.

In Solan Lian's forbidden space, Locke killed these necromancer apprentices like chopping vegetables. The soundproofing was so good that it didn't even alarm the necromancer apprentice not far away.

Blood stained the dirt red.

A group of people loomed in the darkness not far away

An elderly man, dressed in a fur coat with a frightened expression on his face, rushed to Locke, first glanced at the necromancer apprentice on the ground, and then looked at Locke who was holding the Blade of Suffering, and said hurriedly: "You are crazy, you actually killed the people of the Cursed God Cult, don't you want to die." ”

"Even if you want to die, don't hurt all of us."

Locke looked at the old man in front of him, in fact, the old man's body did not spread the breath of death, otherwise Locke would have hacked him to death with a sword, he replied calmly: "These necromancer apprentices want to experiment with you, I help you solve it, okay?" ”

He glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, the old man was already kneeling on the ground, praying with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was saying.

Locke frowned slightly, why would this human pray for the undead natural disaster?

He snorted coldly and asked, "These humans are innocent of death, why are you praying for natural disasters, are you also a member of the Cursed God Cult?" ”

An absurd theory was formed in Locke's mind.

Could it be that the Cult of the Damned God had already transformed them into a people who enshrined the Scourge?

Are these people crazy people who have volunteered to pursue eternal life?

The old man hesitated for a moment, he looked at Locke in front of him cautiously, and after estimating that Locke was not a master to be messed with, he said slowly: "The Cult of the Cursed God has decided to protect our safety, and these chosen people have only entered the Psychic Academy to study......"

"We can all have eternal life."

"Young man, tell me, what do you think, in the whole of Lordaeron, the world of the undead, how should we live? At least we're here, and we're able to move on with our lives. ”

Locke raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the Cult of the Cursed God was no secret in this refugee camp at all, but the fear of the undead, and the little hope that the Cult of the Cursed God gave them, made them feel comfortable.

"No, I think you should live a different life." Locke turned over and jumped onto the Nightmare Warhorse, and said to the forest troll behind him, "Give a signal to let the Rotten Moss Tribe enter the city!" (To be continued.) )