A hint of confusion appeared in Bridget's eyes, she opened her mouth, but as if she was hesitating something, she didn't say it, and after a while, she said in silence: "Paladin, I never saw you in the Hearthvale, but now...... Can I trust you? ”

A trace of bitterness flowed through Bridget's heart, the Knights of the Silver Hand had fallen into a split after Uther's death, even she could only mobilize less than three hundred paladins and five thousand servants, but in the face of the endless army of undead, she couldn't help but feel a trace of frustration.

"Masterful ...... Warrior. Bridget had a strong expression on her face, she put the sword in her hand to the ground, barely showed a smile, and said with a smile, "Hello, it's good for you to join the Scarlet Crusade." ”

Locke shook his head slightly, he looked at the black-pressed Lordaeron behind him, the black wood was black and rumbling, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but the roars that came from inside from time to time had proved that Lordaeron had been overrun by the undead. Locke said in a firm and powerful voice, "You can trust me, because only I can save you from this dream." ”

Bridget was taken aback by the man in front of her, although she was shy and timid, but as a paladin in the Knights of the Silver Hand, she still had some knowledge, although it was said that the characters above the master level had such and such problems.

But could this handsome man in front of him be a madman?

Bridget was also startled by the thought that came to her mind, and just as she was about to stabilize the madman for a moment and get out, she was shocked by the words in her ear: "The Lich Lace, is taking control of countless Scourge Legions coming towards Hearthvale. ”

"Time is running out, listen to what I have to say, you are in a dream now, these things are about to happen, you can walk to the castle in the Hearth Valley and look at the sky."

"Let's see if there's a real sun in that dark sky."

Brigitte was slightly stunned, and then she saw Locke mount his horse and rush to the gate of Hearthdale, and with strange power, one person closed the gate of Hearthdale.

She was slightly stunned, although she didn't believe the madman in front of her, but subconsciously she was even more reluctant to believe the news that Hearthvale had been destroyed and her father had died. She crept up to the castle, unsettling with the corpses along the way, but she made it to the castle in Hearthvale.

If you look down from the castle, you can see the scattered farmhouses scattered near the silver-belted river, the farmland has long been barren, the trees have withered, and the black earth is full of silver-white bones, this broken scene makes Bridget a little frightened.

"I may be in a dream." Bridget twisted her arm, but the pain in her arm made her feel hopeless, and just then, out of the dead forest came a lich, with no body and only silver-white bones on its wrists revealing from its blue robes.

The icy aura of frost lingered beside the Lich Les Frostwhisper, whose blue flame eyes stared at Bridget standing above the castle, and said in a hoarse voice, "The Lich King's plan will succeed. ”

Brigitte gritted her teeth, because she looked at the gate of the castle, and from the dark forest, a vast army of undead appeared, attacking the gate of the castle like a tide, they climbed the gate one after another, and the sharp claws in their hands kept making sharp sounds at the gate of the castle.

Gargoyles flew in from the sky, their mouths screaming sharply, and they attacked Locke below.

When Locke killed a gargoylee rushing in front of him with a sword, this made the gargoyle in the sky a lot more honest, although the undead were absolutely obedient to orders, but the gargoyle who already had a weak consciousness still had a little degree of scruples.

Of course, this scruple will soon disappear under the order, but the one who commands these undead is nothing more than a lich, and Locke guesses that this lich may never mobilize an undead army of more than five hundred people to fight.

This tactic is very low-level.

Let the undead pour in, not knowing the art of war at all.

After Locke advanced to the master level, his strength attribute was enough for him to directly kill any low-level undead in seconds, but in the face of countless undead natural disasters, even Locke felt a little difficult.

There was a "thump" sound from the gates of Hearthvale, and it was clear that the gates of this castle could not hold out for long, and just as Locke was about to retreat and defend the castle, the voice of the Lich Les Frost was heard in his ears: "But poor child, just now, I have learned everything that the Scourge is going to create. ”

"After I return to the real world, I will tell my master, Kel'thugad, all of this history, so that the Scourge will be even stronger than it is now."

"You don't have much value anymore, rest in peace."

A low, hoarse voice echoed in Locke's ears, and he snorted coldly, he had known that this illusion was not over for a long time and that Les Frost was playing tricks on it, but he did not expect that this lich would want to destroy his soul in this illusion.

If you are killed in this illusion, it is equivalent to the destruction of the soul, which can also be said to be death.

The gate was finally opened, and Locke did not defend the gate, but rushed towards the castle in the middle of the Hearthvale, and at this time, Locke's ear heard the voice of the Lich Les Frost: "I just got the news that Arthas has successfully resurrected Kel'thugad in the Well of the Sun, and now a steady stream of Scourge legions are returning from Quel'Thalas, and this will also be your end." ”

Locke ignored the words of the lich Lace Frostwhisper, and quickly rushed into the castle, closing the gate made of steel, the castle in the Valley of the Hearth is not as easy to break through as the outer gate, even if the Scourge Legion keeps attacking, it will take more than half an hour to break the gate.

What's more, the number of corpses in Hearthvale was enough for a large number of undead to delay the attack.

It was pitch black in the castle, and in the darkness Bridget was crouching in the corner, head bowed, in the midst of which the castle was full of broken tables and chairs. (To be continued.) )