The phantom of the giant bear gradually disappeared, and this time a line stretched out in Zurgin's body and mind, shooting at the body of the dragon eagle, and then the phantom of the dragon eagle let out a mournful roar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zulgin transformed into a dragon eagle, and the flames that shot out of its mouth wiped out most of the Scourge in just an instant.

But seeing Zurgin's transformation into a dragon eagle, Locke did not retreat but advanced, and launched a charge towards Zurkin.

No matter what kind of transformation it is, it will eventually take a buffer time, especially the transformation of extracting the power of the gods, although Zurjin is gifted and intelligent, but after all, he has only learned to extract the power of the gods.

Locke concluded that Zulkin could not transform into other gods and phantoms for three minutes, and that the god of spiders was precisely restraining the god of dragons and eagles.

The poisonous liquid flowed from the blade of Kinloth's sword, and then Locke launched an attack on Zulkin, and the body of the dragon eagle itself did not have much defense, and under Locke's attack, it quickly fell into a crisis.

The abscess grew slowly from the dragon eagle's body, and was quickly cut by Locke with a scourge blow, followed by pale yellow pus and blood, and each time the puss was broken, Locke wielded Kinlos twice as fast.

"Nope." A desperate roar suddenly came from Zurgin's mouth, and he turned into a troll with rapid speed, and then lay on the ground.

The many forest trolls were shocked, in their minds, Zurkin was a god of war, but now he was easily killed at the hands of Locke, and they chanted Locke's name excitedly when they thought of the Children of Prophecy.

Locke was silent, and in the midst of the calls, he began to think about his time in the Deadwood Troll Tribe, but was soon pulled back to reality amid the cheers.

A long time ago, Zurkin might have ascended to the throne of the trolls of the forest in the midst of this cheer, but now he lies in front of Locke.

"I'm different from him, he's just a troll, and I'm a human." Locke thought to himself, and he looked around at the look of hope on the faces of these trolls, and he smiled and said, "This will be the beginning of a glorious era, and you will soon find that what you have lost is far greater than what you have gained." ”

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The total allegiance of the Amani trolls spread throughout the Spiritlands in a short time, not only the forest trolls who inhabit the Spiritlands, but also the blood elves who inhabit the Spiritlands.

The forest trolls who inhabit the Wraith Land swear allegiance to the king of Zuaman as quickly as possible, while the blood elves begin to flee to the Eternalsong Forest.

For thousands of years, the forest trolls have launched a massive attack on the elves every time they elect a king, but for thousands of years, the elves have repelled the trolls' attacks every time, but this time it was different, Arthas's slaughter policy caused the blood elves to lose 90% of their population.

The attacks of the Scourge Legion and the attacks of the forest trolls made the Blood Elves dare not confront Locke's forces head-on.

Locke doesn't care about the blood elves, his main purpose of coming to the Land of Spirits has been achieved, and the heart of the Scourge Legion is the Knights of the Silver Hand in the Eastern Plague Lands, and if he can't defeat that knight order quickly, there is a good chance that there will be big trouble.

Locke returned the scepter that symbolized the forest troll kingship to the package after leaving Zu Aman, and he now led a group of Amani trolls out of Zu Aman.

A tall forest troll walks up to Locke's side, he is none other than Dakara, the leader of the Amani tribe's expeditionary force, and the Overseer that Locke has ordained.

"My king, we can really defeat the elves, they have magic." Dakara said with some confusion, glancing at the Amani trolls behind him, they were the last elite of the Amani clan.

Locke stared at the blood-red sky and said, "There is no doubt about victory." ”

"The forest trolls will reclaim their territory, and the Amani trolls will no longer have to live in Zuaman entirely." Locke pulled out Kinloth, "Dakara, I give an order as a king to purge the blood elves of the Ghost Lands. ”

Dakara looked hesitant.

Locke said: "There are very few blood elves in the land of ghosts, you have such a huge army, if you can't defeat the blood elves, you don't have to come back to see me." ”

"If you encounter a blood elf that is difficult to kill, tie it up with a large army and trap the blood elf to death."

"The Scourge will be your best allies."

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When the sun set, Locke rode his Nightmare Horse to the side of Camp Daisom, and he didn't follow Dakara to clear out the Blood Elves.

Instead, he came to Camp Dysom alone, in fact, Locke was not worried about the forest trolls, although their courage had already been defeated by the elves' victories one after another, but Locke did not think that the forest trolls would still fail now.

The elite troops of the Amani Empire are Amani troll warriors who ride war bears, and they are not only very powerful, but also blessed by the god bear or the god of the bobcat, and are not afraid of death, at least not a rabble that is about to collapse at the touch of a button.

What's more, the Wicked Trolls and Deadwood Trolls that Locke brought with him from Hinterland also joined Dakara's army, and the two trolls had already changed their guns under Locke's command, not only using iron weapons, but also receiving militarized training.

The huge numerical superiority, let alone the impossible to say let them fail.

Locke stared at the floating city floating in mid-air: "Is it finally done?" My Blackebon Fortress. ”

The Necropolis of Ebon Fortress in Daisom is in the final stages of construction, thousands of ghouls are carrying materials, necromancers are on the scene, and Vivica is not far away towards Locke.

Vivica took a deep breath, "Darkan didn't listen to my orders, and instead of doing his best to build the Blackebon Fortress, he went to attack Quel'Thalas. ”

Locke snorted coldly: "Don't worry about him, no one can stop this idiot from looking for death, I only need the Black Blade Fortress now." ”

"By the way, where is the corpse of the blood elves I told you to find?"

Vivica nodded, clapping her hands, only to see a ghoul come up with a suitcase.

Locke's hand pulsed with shadow energy, and then shot into the box not far away, and soon, the corpse in the box began to squirm, and soon stood up from the box.

"That's a full twenty Death Knight recruits, good, I don't know how many will survive after training." Locke shrugged his shoulders.

Several Blood Elf Death Knights were half-kneeling on the ground. (To be continued.) )