So Anubrekan hesitated slightly, and only after the three Abominations had rushed out of the forest did it command a large number of crypt spiders to rush up, and it walked very slowly, because not far away Locke was slaughtering the undead legions with the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand. The flying limbs and the screams of the undead all confirmed one thing.

That is Locke, who is at the peak of the elite, is like a tiger entering a flock.

The Destroyer of Worlds swept through, and the undead who had been slain disintegrated.

The power of the elite peak has brought Locke to the peak of the Reign of Chaos, and these miscellaneous fish and undead, even if they are used, only make Locke feel a little trouble.

Locke believes that he made the right choice, and in order to change history, Locke makes a difficult decision, which is to kill Kel'thugad.

It doesn't matter if it fails.

The vast number of undead makes ordinary people's scalps tingle at the first sight, but Locke is different, the long silver hair has already shown that Locke has entered the state of the undead, he has no feeling of tiredness, nor does he have any negative emotions, only cold killing.

This is the instinct that the Scourge gives to the Death Knight.

The power of the elite pinnacle plus Locke's massive top-notch equipment bonuses had already taken effect, and Locke just slashed out three swords in a row, and he directly slashed an elite mid-level abomination into pieces.

Woo woo woo ~ ~!

Locke's side came from all sides with a generous undead roar, this is the undead's unique command to control the army, and the superior undead use this special transmission on the battlefield to control the undead below to fight. Locke knew that this was a sign of encirclement, and that Locke was more familiar with the sounds than the other undead, and he had the Nightmare Warhorse step out of the ghoul's body.

The Nightmare Warhorse directly tore apart the ghoul, and the encirclement of the skeletons was completely feasible.

Locke can't summon many troops to fight against the undead, because not only is the Scourge Legion's skills cooled, but the current physical situation can't allow him to recite complicated spells, and he will be immediately besieged by the undead as long as he shows the slightest shortcoming.

At that time, unless Locke breaks through to become a master, he will also be directly besieged by the undead.

As a master Locke, he carefully slaughters the undead who approach him in the fringes.

It's the same as it was a long time ago.

It was necessary to break through, and now was not the time to kill Kel'thugad. Locke thought.

The surrounding area is a dense jungle, in which there are countless dangers hidden in the lush woods, and behind it is a small river, I don't know if there are any undead in ambush in the river, it is very difficult to break through from here, if the nightmare war horse is surrounded, surrounded by a vast number of undead, Locke's survival probability is not very high.

Locke certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to rush into the forest and get in trouble with Kel'thugad.

If you rush in like this, even if you are a master-level death knight, it is estimated that it will be a dead word.

He didn't want to gamble on luck, and even if he did, at least Locke wanted to know what the probability of victory was.

So Locke's goal is to break through from the Creek, after all, Arthas has returned to the royal city of Lordaeron, and in a short time, only he and Kel'thugad will be left in the Western Plaguelands.

Locke's expression was a little hideous, probably because this charge was a bit reckless, and the choice of turning back when the target was right in front of him was really unpleasant. But Locke quickly calmed the thought, and he looked deeply into the small gully behind him, and then took out the Flogger from the package, the shadow power carried by the greatsword was a sharp weapon to solve the predicament.

The Nightmare Warhorse obeyed Locke's orders, and it quickly ran towards the ditch not far away, trampling all the undead in front of it.

It was a long gully, with protruding rocks near the beach, and swaying wormwood obscured the scene in the middle of the river, but the Nightmare Warhorse did not hesitate, and charged forward with all its might, and the blue flames in its chest seemed to erupt, and it jumped into the ravine.

Locke inhaled sharply, and then began the path of frost.

A cold wind emerged from Locke's side, and the cold frost formed a frosty storm around Locke.

Then a scene that made everyone stunned happened, the water under the feet of the Nightmare War Horse was actually solidifying into ice, and every time the Nightmare War Horse took a step, the ice on the ground froze with the hooves of the Nightmare War Horse, and those undead who wanted to step on the ice block ended up falling into the water.

The roar of the undead continues.

The Nightmare Warhorse was so fast that it ran to the other side of the river almost instantly, and Locke looked at the undead swimming in the water, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes. After all, it's all ghouls who swim in the water, and Abomination can't swim at all.

The legendary Nightmare Warhorse snorted, it wanted to continue to escape, but Locke stopped this behavior, Locke suddenly touched the head of the Nightmare Warhorse with his palm, and then said softly: "Wait." ”

At least thirty ghouls were swimming on the surface of the water, and in three minutes they were expected to fend off the river beach where Locke was.

Locke wanted to get rid of these ghouls, but looking at Anubrekan flying from mid-air, Locke immediately dispelled this unrealistic idea in his heart, this crypt lord had already made a lot of crypt spiders out of the river beach where Locke was, and a few crypt spiders made Locke's heart vigilant.

If he is in love with war, these undead who will cross the river sooner or later will at least give Locke unbearable suffering.

It only took three seconds for Locke to turn around and leave the riverbank, the super-fast movement speed of the Nightmare War Horse will make the Crypt Lord feel out of reach, Locke clenched the reins of the Nightmare War Horse, trying not to let the reins in his hand get out, and at the same time his right hand also clenched the weapon, after all, the gargoyles who may appear on his side at any time will be Locke's biggest threat.

Wherever the Nightmare Warhorse walked, there was almost no grass, and the blue flames destroyed everything, and the lush grass quickly withered under the blue flames.

There were fewer and fewer undead on his side, and the roar of abomination could no longer be heard around him, although he could still hear the voices of some ghouls, but after all, there were fewer and fewer enemies.

Suddenly, three ghouls jumped out of the woods in front of them, these three elite ghouls may be the spare armament of Andorhar, but in front of Locke it seemed to be as fragile as a piece of paper, Locke just slashed out three swords, and the bodies of the three ghouls were torn apart. (To be continued.) )