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Hellfire's weakness was beyond Locke's expectations, and he was able to split a hellfire in an instant just by relying on the whiplasher in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, Hellfire itself is a heavy class of the Burning Legion, and it can be said that it belongs to the top class, but in front of Locke, it is like tofu.

Because Locke discovered a trick, although hellfires burn with powerful evil fire in their bodies, they are nothing more than magical creatures, that is, magical creatures constructed by demons using various evil energy.

The Flogger plunges into the cracks of the Hellfire, and then causes the magical structure inside the Hellfire to shatter in an instant, turning into a pile of charred stones.

But the hellfire seemed endless, and Locke could hear the Dreadlord laughing not far away, as well as the growing hellfire in the Tirisfal Glades.

There is something wrong with these Hellfires.

Locke thought to himself. It suddenly occurred to him that the Dreadlord had planned something even more terrifying by entrusting him to fight in this place.

Soon, the result was that the three Dreadlords launched an attack on Kel'thugad down the hillside, and the undead plague that surrounded Kelthugad collapsed to the ground in an instant under the attack of the Dreadlord's rancid swarm.

It was a massacre, and the targets of the massacre were Alsace and Kel'thugad.

Neither side could accept such an outcome.

The same is true of Locke, who jumped up in an instant from the body of a hellfire, and took advantage of the gap to take a look at the pitch-black sky, but did not notice the frost dragon flying from the darkness.

He quickly jumped out of the encirclement.

If the demise of the Scourge of the Dead is the saddest thing to anyone, it is undoubtedly the Lich King, and if there is anything that can change the order of this world to the greatest extent, then it is also this thing.

As long as Arthas dies here, the world line of Azeroth will be completely changed.

Locke would never tolerate such an act, and he glanced at Sylvanas not far away, the dark ranger who was watching the battle below, drawing the bow of darkness in his hand, ready to attack the enemy at any time.

This kind of battle instantly reminded Locke of the battle of the dead a long time ago, when he faced the Blue Dragons in Northrend, and it was the same situation.

"I'm definitely not going to lose." Locke muttered under his breath, and an anti-magic shield was instantly propped up on his body. When the pale green shield of light protected Locke into the fire of evil energy, this made the Dreadlord not far away find out.

Varimathas looked coldly at Locke not far away, and then whispered, "You ridiculous fellow, do you want to know your final ending?" ”

Locke had a death coil pulsing in his hands, and he had already made up his mind to get Arthas out. And the enemy in front of him is Sylvanas, the army of the Forsaken.

Three Dreadlords, and a group of demons.

Kel'thugad didn't bring much of an army, so the mortal necromancer was devoured by the rancid swarm in an instant after the Dreadlord launched the rancid swarm.

The battle was clearly at a stalemate, but Locke's heart was not at a stalemate.

Because there was a low dragon groan in the sky, this was not the dragon chant of the red dragon, but a sound with the aura of death that lingered on the land itself.

It was the roar of the Frost Dragon, the sound of the Frost Dragons whose bodies were filled with darkness, decay, and frost, whose bodies were decaying and only a bunch of bones remaining, and would soon be flying over the Tirisphath Glades.

There weren't many Frost Dragons in the Undead Scourge because dragons were extremely precious, but luckily, none of the Frost Dragons joined the rebellion.

Chains of ice bloomed from Kel'thugad's body, and these chains of frost solidified from the air shot towards the three Dreadlords beside him.

Locke seized the opportunity and rushed towards Sylvanas.

The battle began once again, and Arthas, riding on the invincible, soon felt an even more painful order, which was a direct order from the Lich King.

"Come to me, come to me."

Locke also received the Lich King's wails, but he didn't have time to think about it and attacked Sylvanas.

Sonorous.

The spark may be extremely beautiful in the night, but in the eyes of both sides of the fight, this beautiful spark is actually this worthless thing.

In the darkness, Locke, the Lord of Death, faces off against Sylvanas, the Dark Ranger.

Golden sparks continued to crack through the Bow of Darkness and the Whiplasher's bodies, and the two figures shuttled through the forest beneath the night, constantly clashing.

Locke felt a headache as soon as he fought Sylvanas, although he had despised the melee ability of the Windranger family before, but after the first encounter, he quickly understood that Sylvanas's melee ability was not as weak as he thought.

After all, the thousand-year-old training in Quel'Salas has long been able to temper this ranger general's melee ability to the point of being very perverted.

"You're going to protect that demon, the demon that annihilates all your hopes?" Sylvanas said coldly.

Originally, Sylvanas's voice was supposed to be crisp and pleasant, but now Sylvanas's words are hoarse and harsh.

Locke didn't answer, he just continued to attack Sylvanas, golden sparks dancing on the blade of the Flogger, and the shadow orb on the blade of the Flogger also corroded the Bow of Darkness in Sylvanas's hand.

After making sure that the melee could not hurt Sylvanas, Locke quickly stepped back and summoned the power of the shadow in his hand, sending it out.

Soon, an army of the undead appeared in front of Locke.

A lilac light danced in the dirt, and then illuminated Locke's pale cheeks: "Demons? No, I just ...... Want to stop the destruction of this world? ”

Sylvanas scoffed, "Ridiculous, the Lich King is the threat to this world. ”

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you just want the Lich King to continue to exist so you can continue your plans."

Out of the forest rushed out a band of ghouls, walking corpses, and abominations, who had once been the wretches of Lordaeron, and now demanded their orders from Arthas, not far away.

"My ...... The plan, my plan is to keep the Lich King alive. A layer of frost armor appeared on Locke's body: "Since you chose to destroy the Lich King, then you are...... My enemy. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dragon roar rang from the sky of the Tirisfard glades, the roar of the frost dragon.

Immediately after, a breath of frost fell from the sky, engulfing the army of the Forsaken as it rushed over. (To be continued.) )