The cold wind blew on Locke's face, and Naozu's words just now made him instantly sober up, if he had a chance to avoid death. Then no one will choose to leave this world.

"Whatever the conditions, I promise you." In the wind and snow, Locke said with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I'm channeling the power of the Frozen Throne to you, giving you legendary power, but it's not as easy to control as you think." The Lich King's soft whisper echoed in Locke's ears.

"Do I have any other choice now?" With a hint of bitterness in his mouth, Locke said slowly.

Soon, a blue light bloomed on the surface of Locke's body, and a little starlight emanated from the surface of his flesh, and Locke, who should have fallen directly into the valley, was now floating in the air.

"What is this?"

"A gift from me, a blessing from a god."

A huge energy enveloped Locke tightly, and the scorching starlight enveloped Locke's body, and his shattered body began to heal gradually. But a huge corpse qi poured into his flesh.

Standing on the cliff, Ogrimmar stopped, he looked coldly at Locke in the sky, the blue waves spread out in the wind and snow like water waves, Orgrimmar soon found that the strength in Locke's body was gradually growing in mid-air.

This intense increase in strength made the blood in Orgrimmar's body boil, the previous Locke was so weak that his long-standing desire to fight made him stop attacking, and his residual consciousness made him say, "More, more, more...... Strength. ”

The world in Locke's eyes, floating in mid-air, has changed to another world, a pitch-black world, an endless ice field as far as the eye can see, and then the whole world is a silver-white light.

There is not a hint of variegation.

"Where is this?" Locke shouted loudly, since entering this illusion, the corpse qi in his body could not be controlled, and he had no choice but to temporarily transform himself into an undead.

"My sea of consciousness." Naozu said slowly, his voice like thunder, thundering through the low sky, "If you want to get my infusion, then you must prove yourself. ”

Locke snorted coldly, most of the power of the Death Knight was infused by the Lich King, in the previous life, Arthas was able to become the peak of the legend in a short period of time, among which the power infused by the Lich King was very important, and in the previous life, Locke also became a master peak because of the infusion of the Lich King.

"If you can accept the eternal power of the Shadow Realm, you will be able to have a legendary infusion of power, if your body will not be broken."

"Then you prove yourself. My infusion is not something that anyone can accept, and once the legendary level power is infused, the body of a weak human will immediately collapse. ”

"A Death Knight of your calibre, just receiving the infusion of the Shadow Realm will make you collapse, you must know that in the past few decades, I don't know how many humans have been captured to come to infuse."

Locke nodded, there was no choice, he looked up at the sky, and looked at the whirlpool starry sky in mid-air, it was pure darkness, which was dotted with a few brilliant stars, as if there was a suction force in it, wanting to absorb Locke.

"Lend me your power, Lich King, and I'll do it all." Locke slowly closed his eyes.

But his mind had gradually opened up, and he vaguely remembered that not long after, Arthas was also instilled with the power of the Lich King, and finally destroyed the first kingdom of mankind in a very short time.

But in the end he also lost himself.

Today, the Lich King lent his power to Locke in advance, and while he doesn't know how much history will change due to Orgrimmar's early death, he can't give up until the end.

The lilac shadow power enveloped Locke, and bits of starlight flew out from the purple shadow power, and in the low sky, the voice of the Lich King Naozu quietly echoed among the mountains.

"This is the beginning of the Eternal Empire."

"It is also the world of the emotions that destroy the Creator."

"The new future is not in the destruction of the Burning Legion, nor in the creation of the Titans."

"Eternal Order."

…………

In the blink of an eye, Locke opened his eyes in confusion, and in front of his eyes, there was neither the whirlpool in the sky that was pressed down, nor the shadow energy that tore through flesh and bones, but only the power that emerged from his body.

This power is different from his own power, this power borrowed from the Lich King, completely surpasses all the powers that Locke had before, that is, the legendary level.

"Uh-ha-ha-ha" Orgrimmar let out a hearty laugh, and after his sanity was eroded by demonic blood, the joy of battle was left in his eyes.

However, Locke's performance is not so good, he gets the power from the Lich King, it is a kind of power about necromancy, after adjusting his own power, bursts of emotions about resentment, hatred, curses, evil, corruption and the like rush into Locke's consciousness, knocking him almost unsteady.

The power of the dead fermented in Locke's body, his eyes burned with blue soul fire, the blue armor on his body had gradually turned jet black because of the plague power emanating from his body, and his skin had also turned lifeless gray-white.

The long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the dead and energetic hair looked so terrible in the wind and snow.

Locke leaped to the top of the cliff, and after a brief spell of legendary power, he could feel a lot of things. In mid-air, a bronze dragon was quietly observing its own situation, flying around.

Not far away, the cedars on the peaks began to shake slightly, and the severity of Locke was also severe.

The wind and snow swirled in the center of Locke's feet, and then Locke blew all the ground under his feet, and he looked at Orgrimmar not far away, "Before we fight, allow me to deal with an enemy." ”

A giant purple hand solidified on Locke's head, and slammed into the bronze dragon in mid-air. Only a crisp dragon roar was heard, and a bronze dragon was taken from the sky by the Death Grip.

Locke inserted the Destroyer of Worlds into the Bronze Dragon's neck, and the adult Bronze Dragon struggled twice at first, but the Destroyer of Worlds inserted into his throat quickly sucked a large amount of dragon blood into the Destroyer of Worlds.

Locke's face was stained with scarlet dragon blood, but he didn't care, instead looking at Orgrimmar not far away. After the Destroyer of Worlds in his hands drank the dragon's blood, the blade began to repair non-stop, and soon became intact.

Orgrimmar looked coldly at Locke not far away, his eyes seemed to have regained some will, and he spoke slowly: "I am a sinner, and I led the orcs not only did not establish merit in the new land, but made most of the orcs slaves. ”

"I have to make up for this mistake with my own hands."