In the darkness of the night, an army of the Sea of Skeletons flocked to Ragnaros, the Fire Elemental Lord, who was able to burn several skeletons to death with each attack.

But to no avail, the undead will not have fear, and naturally there will be no morale, these bones are just produced by the blessing of necromancy, and after death, after the blessing once, it will still exist.

Provided that the bones are not broken.

Locke walked to the door, leaving Alice and Laurena inside. He looked around, and not far away the necromancer and elf were looking at him with a sneer, while Prince Garin, holding red wine in his hand, looked at Locke indifferently.

The dragon's groan in the sky continues, and the battle between the two dragons makes the night even more confusing.

Locke took a deep breath to relax, then slashed a skeleton trying to storm the tower with a single sword.

"The target of these skeletons is Laurena, and of course the orcs too." Locke said to the fire demon, "Hold it off as long as you can, and then wait for your chance." "Opportunity?" Ragnaros smashed a skeleton to death with the Hammer of Firedemon, and said coldly, "Do you think there will be a chance?" This number of undead is simply something we can defeat, let alone add an army of a human kingdom. "It seems that this is the end of our journey between us."

But Locke shook his head, there was always a chance in this world, as if he had thwarted the plans of the Burning Legion and invaded the capital of the Frost Trolls, which seemed impossible at the time, but he still did it, and he did it well.

"I didn't intend to fail in this place." Locke stretched out his hand, and a purple shadow orb appeared in Locke's palm, Locke smiled slightly, and said to the fire demon Ragnaros beside him, "Victory is with me every time. ”

Then he suddenly pressed the shadow orb in his palm to the ground, and suddenly, on the ground where the skeleton was standing, a series of lilac purple balls appeared, and the grass on the ground instantly withered.

Immediately after, dark power surged on the ground, and then climbed up the skeleton's legs, and these skeletons were instantly eroded and immobile, and soon, in about two seconds, most of these skeletons disintegrated into pieces and fell to the ground forever.

"You've gained 2 XP."

"You gained 5 experience"

The huge amount of experience points swiped in front of Locke's eyes, and he smiled and said to the fire demon beside him, "Then let you see how the victory came into my hands." “

Death Wither instantly turned all the land in front of Locke's eyes into a land unique to the undead, the land of death, the withered creatures, and those brainless skeletons still rushed into the range of Death Wither.

But it only added experience to Locke. The necromancer not far away, but sweat was left on his forehead, he never thought that Locke's attainment in spiritism would be higher than him.

At least Kuran wouldn't have poured dark power into the earth and then corrupted it.

In the midst of the rain, the fire demon Ragnaros looked at Locke, and there was no longer the previous contempt in his eyes, but said seriously: "Even so, do you want to use this skill to defeat everyone in Riptide Castle?" It doesn't seem like something impossible. “

Locke smiled slightly, and then said slowly to the fire demon Ragnaros, "Of course it won't be that simple, you can watch it carefully" "Watch me bring you victory." “

In the dark rain, a large number of skeletons still rushed towards the castle where Laurena was, but they stepped on the death wither, and they couldn't support it for even three seconds, and they turned into a pile of bones without magic fluctuations.

Bang bang.

The huge army of skeletons unconsciously ran into the withering of death, and it was useless to shout no matter how many necromancers not far away.

The army of bones was wiped out in an instant.

Locke looked at the orc, which made the orc take a step back unconsciously, it didn't expect that Locke had turned the army of the undead into ashes just by talking and laughing, and if it weren't for the large number of bones on the ground, it even suspected that the army of the undead was still there. "You...... What kind of person exactly. The orc stared nervously at Locke, it had never been afraid of an ordinary human warrior, but now, it was really a little scared.

Locke didn't pay attention to the orc, he turned to look at Laurena inside, "I think, you should have figured it out." “

There was silence in the tower, and soon Laurena's low cry was heard in the darkness, and she came out of the darkness, nodded to Locke, and took off the crown that symbolized the service of the Holy Light.

The pale white crown fell on the dirty water on the ground, and was soon blackened by the muddy water.

Laurena still had tears on her face, but in the rain, the tears on her face were quickly washed away by the rain, and she calmly looked at the soldiers of Fort Riptide not far away and said, "Sons of the Kingdom of Stormgard, I am Princess Laurina of the royal family of Fort Rapids. ”

"I ask you to listen carefully to me, Garin, prince of the kingdom of Stormgard, an illegitimate prince."

"He murdered his own father and then collaborated with ogres and the undead to persecute our homeland. Under my father's rule, the people of Riptide Castle were not in danger of their lives, and they were guaranteed three meals a day, but now? ”

"Food is not guaranteed, and most of the people are starving to death on the heights of Arathi, all of which is the fault of Galin, the patricide."

"Are you going to continue to be at the mercy of such a sinister villain?"

Whispers rang out among the Riptide Castle soldiers, who had long been complaining about Prince Garin, and under Princess Laurina's words, although there was no possibility of defection, they would definitely not be killed.

That's what Locke wants.

"Whoa."

The Destroyer of Worlds was thrown by Locke to the land in front of the orcs, and then Locke's voice echoed in the ears of the orcs: "I, Locke, will send you a duel." ”

The orc's ears were filled with the timid whispers of human soldiers, which prevented it from thinking calmly, and its whole body trembled with anger at the thought of its possible failure. Blood boiled inside it, and a greatsword was plunged in front of it, a ritual of duels of orc tribes long ago.

The thought kept popping into its head: "Honor is moving away from it." ”

In an instant, it threw the battle axe in its hand next to the blade of the Destroyer of Worlds, "I accept this duel. ”

The duel finally began, and a slight sneer appeared on the lips of the elven mage not far away, while the necromancer Curlan next to him looked at Locke with gritted teeth.

Laurena clasped her hands and placed a divine shield over Locke's body.