Locke was slightly stunned as he looked at the magical image on the wall, and the picture on the wall came to an abrupt end. And Locke was surprised to find that the memory crystal in his hand that exuded a blue light was exuding a deep resentment from it.

Locke frowned slightly, the necromantic aura that had emanated from the engram had enveloped him. In Locke's memory, it was an advanced necromancy, a spell that trapped enemies in an illusion.

Soon, a thick fog appeared around Locke, and he blinked, and the surrounding stone walls gradually hid in the thick fog, and finally he couldn't see his five fingers.

The fog soon lifted, and Locke was still standing in the house of Riptide Castle, but the stone wall was not as bleak as before, looking out of the window, he could see the stars dotting the night, and the lights of Riptide Castle everywhere, and the moonlight sprinkled in Riptide Castle, which seemed to be different from what Locke had seen before.

Locke understood.

He'd gotten into the illusion of engrams, which was Riptide Castle a few years ago.

The Necromancy's control of the dream made Locke a little uneasy, and as long as the loophole in his mind was exposed, he could stay in the dream forever.

Locke walked out of the room in Riptide Castle, if this illusion didn't take the initiative, then he must be trapped to death. Thinking of this, Locke cheered up, and he walked down the aisle, where there were dots of blood all over the ground.

He immediately followed the trail of blood, and it didn't take him far before he found his target, which was several slain corpses, judging by their clothes, several attendants, their gorgeous clothes stained with blood, a dagger stuck in their chests, and their faces full of fear.

Locke walked over and began to search the corpses, he had just taken off the other party's clothes, and he turned into dust and scattered in the wind, which made Locke nod his head and determine his situation, but this was in a dream, because only in these illusions will these objects turn into nothingness.

It was at this time that a piece of paper fell from the body of the attendant.

He quickly grabbed the piece of paper, then picked it up, and on top of the small piece of paper was written in human words: "Roof." ”

"Is this the clue?" Locke muttered to himself.

He walked quickly towards the roof, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, dying in a dream is the same as dying in reality, the difference is only that the physical body is the same. Maybe it's a trap set by a ghost.

It was only a short moment, and Locke continued on, only a staircase away from the roof.

The glow of the night trickled down the stairs like milk and shone on Locke's face. From this place, a low murmuring can be seen coming from the rooftop.

He sighed and held the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand, it turned out that he had already come, and there was no turning back.

In an instant, Locke had reached the top of the building, which was different from the ambush he had imagined, with no soldiers, no ghosts, only a pair of lovers.

One man and one woman.

But the change in the next moment made Locke a little unable to react, only to hear an exclamation, the girl in the gothic dress was pushed directly off the roof, and then, Locke was surprised to find that she landed freely in midair.

It turned out to be Alice.

And the prince Garin looked at Locke with a sneer on his face: "Now no one knows that I killed my father." ”

Locke rushed straight up and slashed directly at Prince Garin, but the prince turned into dust and disappeared without a trace in the laughter.

It was just a dream, Locke raised his head and looked at the two moons in the sky, and under such a beautiful night, there would be such an ugly drama.

And he looked at the ground again, and Alice stared blankly at the sky, blood running down her body, leaving her soaked in a pool of blood.

"Oh." Locke suddenly saw a black-robed man come out of the woods not far away, and the mark on the black-robed man's clothes was engraved with a skeleton.

That's the pattern of the Cult of the Damned.

Locke didn't expect that Kel'thugad's Cult of the Damned God would have begun to lay out a few years ago. However, in the future, there will be no large-scale plague outbreak in Riptide Castle, so it may be that there are no worthy targets here.

What happened next made Locke frown slightly, and the black-robed man suddenly walked up to Alice and asked, "Prince Garin said he loves you just now." ”

"But who do you love?"

Locke felt a chill rise, this ritual he knew all too well, forcing humans to resentment in life, and then transforming them into undead, greatly increasing their combat effectiveness.

But, regarding everything that happened in the kingdom of Riptide Castle, could it be that Kel'thugad had planned it all a long time ago?

If the world trend is followed, Riptide Castle will soon be breached by ogres, and then completely weakened, most of the rich and able to run, run to Lordaeron or the Stormwind Kingdom, and the rest of the poor can barely live on the Arathi Heights after starving to death.

"Everything you cherish has long since turned into nothingness."

"Your daughter has become the plaything of the nobles of Stormwind, just like you."

Tears welled up in Alice's eyes, and she struggled to open her mouth, then said, "I...... Love whom?? ”

The moonlight sprinkled on Alice's body, making the woman soaked in blood pale, "I don't love anyone." ”

The black-robed man let out a rude laugh and took out a dagger from the black robe, "Who do you love?" ”

"Nobody loves."

The dagger had been inserted into Alice's chest, and in an instant, blood gushed out of her heart.

Locke coughed, and then ran downstairs, the necromancer was angry, thinking that it was because of the murder of Prince Garin and the layout of the Cult of the Cursed God, that this kingdom that was not weak was quickly weakened.

Soon, Locke ran downstairs, the black-robed man had finished the ceremony, he put the dagger into his clothes, looked at Locke with a playful look on his face, and then said slowly: "This is just the beginning. ”

"The Scourge will rule Azeroth."

Locke froze there, a ghost emerged from Alice's corpse, and then let out a roar, Locke knew that with a few simple rituals, the ghost would be completely controlled by the black-robed man.

"Ordinary spiritism."

"Don't mess with this boring stuff in front of me." Locke raised his sword forward, rushed in front of the black-robed man, slashed down with a sword, and then urged the fire elemental energy.

The flames burned in the grass, and soon surrounded Locke, and the illusions around him began to disintegrate rapidly. This turns back into the tattered stone walls of Riptide Castle.

He could have burned the illusion as soon as possible, but Locke, who wanted to know the consequences, continued to watch.