A furious roar awakens Locke, who has fallen into madness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the corpses of ghouls were piled up nearby, and his body was already covered in blood, and Thassarian in front of him was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were dark, obviously dead.

The Valley of the Hearth was like a huge tomb, and when he fell into madness, he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill all the creatures that stood in his way, and he didn't know how many enemies he had killed, anyway, when he came to his senses, all that was left was the scene in front of him.

Faintly, Locke seemed to hear a girl's cry for help, and that familiar voice made Locke's heart tremble, but when Locke woke up, he didn't hear the girl's cry for help.

He didn't make it to the pinnacle of masterhood, which made him very frustrated, and there were no clues in the current environment, because all the creatures he could see were dead.

Locke put away the blade and walked out of the Valley of the Hearth, after all, there is a solution to everything, and Locke does not believe that he will be exiled to this illusion forever.

He persevered until the last moment with his own will, until he killed all those undead, and did not advance to the master level, you know, in the previous life, Locke died in the Valley of the Hearth. But now he has not only won, but also defeated the soldiers of the Scourge Legion.

The clothes on his body were stained with blood, and the paladin's armor was stained with jet-black blood, and Locke walked to the gate of the Hearthvale, looking at the dark Lordaeron, and sighed in his heart, this is the future Lordaeron.

He can't seem to change all that, because he can't advance to the master level.

Locke found a good place and began to rest, the human body had to let him rest for a while, or his body would collapse.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but when Locke opened his eyes again, a paladin with a heavy face came in front of him, he walked in front of Locke with heavy steps, and then said in a reprimanding tone: "You woke up?" Is there only one person in the entire Fireplace Valley who survived? ”

Locke stared at the paladin in front of him, not knowing what to say, after a while, he stood up and said in a cautious tone: "Sir, you tell me, what is the Holy Light. ”

The paladin was slightly stunned, obviously not prepared for Locke to ask this question, he shrugged his shoulders, and then said, "Child, because of you, there is not a single human living in the entire Hearthside Valley. ”

"The Silver Hand will hold you accountable."

Locke ignored the paladin in front of him, he summoned the Nightmare Warhorse from the Shadow Realm, then turned over and jumped on the horse, and then said in a deep voice, "This kind of thing is fine. ”

"I'm going to advance to the master level."

The Nightmare Warhorse let out a roar, and it opened its brisk hooves as it ran across the corrupt land of Lordaeron.

The land has been corrupted, the kingdom has fallen, humanity has died, and most of the trees in the forest are left with a bare stump, and the undead crawl on the land.

The peasants hid deep in the mountains, in the fortresses of the nobility, and began to resist the sporadic attacks of the undead with their weapons, and although the resistance in Lordaeron continued, Locke knew that it was the end of the crossbow.

Here's the scene from the future.

Time passed, and Locke walked aimlessly in blood-red robes in Lordaeron, where everything was rotting.

The Nightmare War Horse followed behind Locke and snorted dissatisfiedly, for three days in a row, Locke had not done anything else except walking aimlessly on the land of Lordaeron.

Locke was silent, he didn't expect that he was in a predicament, if he couldn't break through, then he would fall into an eternal nightmare, and he would definitely not be able to break through.

But how difficult it is to break through to the master level.

Locke stopped, because in front of him, a farm appeared.

This is not a typical farm that has long been corrupted, this is a farm on the hillside, there is still a certain amount of life, at least the rotten shadow energy has not polluted the farm on the hillside.

Locke looked up and saw a group of ghouls rushing into the farm and starting a massacre against the peasants. The Nightmare Warhorse snorted, and it knew that the battle was about to start again, and soon Locke would ride on it and finish off all the undead who had broken into the farm.

The undead are emotionless.

Born of resentment, suffering, anger, madness, guided by the will of the Lich King, they destroy everything they see.

The wails echoed under the dark sky.

Locke had already walked to the farm, and he reflexively took out the greatsword on his back, although he was called a paladin, the holy light did not respond to him, and he could not use the tactics of the death knight due to entering the illusion.

As a result, Locke is now very passive.

He grimaced of the ghouls in the farmland, then turned over and jumped on the Nightmare Warhorse, trying to leave the farm.

Just as the Nightmare Warhorse was about to leave the farm, a painful voice came from behind Locke.

"Sir, you haven't told me your name yet." A farmer crawling through the fields with difficulty, trying to get close to Locke, but he clearly didn't have the strength to get close to Locke.

Blood stained the dirt behind him, his face was a little sad, he looked at Locke sitting on top of the Nightmare Warhorse, and said, "Paladin, will protect us, right?" ”

Locke looked at the farmer on the ground indifferently, obviously this farmer didn't have long to live, his stomach was pulled out by the ghoul, and the internal organs fell out of his body, even if he could survive, how long could he survive, Locke still had a certain skepticism.

With a hint of pleading in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, he said slowly, "Mr. Knight, you will help us kill all those undead." ”

"They destroyed everything I had, my family, my estate, all my ...... Dream. ”

Locke turned over and dismounted, and walked up to the farmer, "May the Light be with you, sir." ”

But Locke couldn't summon the Holy Light, after all, the Divine Light would not favor the Death Knight full of shadow energy, and those fiery energies would probably kill Locke in the first place.

Finally, the farmer died, and he fell into the field without looking at it, for he had never seen the light.

Locke was silent, and then he gently closed the farmer's pupils with his hand, and then said, "Protect you...... Kill the undead. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"But I promise you, Kel'thugad and the Lich King must die."

"Perhaps, in a sense, your wishes, I will help you fulfill them." (To be continued.) )