"Da Da Da"

Locke ran desperately, his steps had become cold from the fast running, but he still didn't stop.

Behind him, hundreds of undead crawled out of the snow, and these walking corpses with pale skin let out a "hissing" roar, their eyes glowing blue, and some of the undead had blood on their claws.

Most of them are ordinary-level undead, but there are many elite-level necromancers.

The undead scattered all over the mountains looked a little shocking, and these undead spirits left over from the old tribes of the Second Orc War had finally found their final home.

That is the leader of the old tribe, Orgrimmar.

But Locke knew in his heart that this would not be able to resist for long. As a legendary-level orc, Orgrimmar only needs to swing the hammer of destruction once, and can easily shatter any low-level undead.

But Locke didn't hesitate, he knew that this was the chance for survival given to him by the Lich King Neozu, and that the vast number of undead were the line of defense against Orgrimmar.

"The power of the legend, what a good material, I want to make it into a necromancy, and I am estimated to have the strength of the peak of the hero." Neozu's voice said slowly with a hint of regret, "You are still too weak, and with your physical body alone, you will not be able to escape Orgrimmar's pursuit. ”

"Legendary power, you can't imagine it." The Lich King's whispers annoyed Locke, but soon, the Lich King's next words sent Locke like a lightning strike.

"If you are willing to become an undead and bury yourself in the ice and snow, there may be a chance of survival, and you probably don't want to be crushed by Orgrimmar's hammer."

"If you think about it, there is no difference between the living and the dead, but if the soul is shattered, then it is all over."

Locke gritted his teeth and continued to run forward, and Ogrimmar's roar came from behind him, obviously those undead legions who resisted the orcs were not Ogrimmar's opponents at all, if it weren't for the vast number of undead rushing towards Orgrimmar without fear of death, Locke might have been caught by Orgrimmar immediately.

"Uhhh Orgrimmar, who had drunk the blood of demons, let out an earth-shattering roar, his muscles swelling, green evil energy flowing beneath his thick muscular epidermis, and lightning was beating and cracking on the hammer of destruction in his hand.

That is the power that the shaman sacrifice gives to the hammer of destruction, and it is also the power of nature. As the leader of the old tribe, Orgrimmar is not only the best in the tribe, but also in strength.

In the world that Locke had experienced, Orgrimmar should have lost his strength during this time period, and then died under the siege of humans.

But in this timeline.

Orgrimmar's strength not only did not decrease, but he maintained his legendary strength because he had drunk demonic blood. This made Locke miserable, and every attack of Orgrimmar behind him could cause the power of a small avalanche, which made Locke tremble.

Knowing that changing history is too biased and will lead to this result, Locke should have run to kill Sal.

But there is no regret medicine in the world to take, and the sense of oppression behind him is getting stronger and stronger, which makes a trace of despair rise in Locke's heart.

It's despair.

In his heart, he gradually accepted that corpse transformation is the only way to solve and save himself, if he turns himself into a real undead and then hides in a corner of the snowy mountain, then maybe there is the only way to survive.

Locke clenched his heart, only to feel that the beating heart did not feel like a burden to him as it did today. The human body is too fragile, the fragile body, the weak will, and the strange emotions all make Locke tired.

"Dead?" Locke muttered softly, he allowed the corpse qi in his body to invade the internal organs of his body, and those corpse qi that had been restrained by Locke before penetrated Locke's body like a swimming dragon.

"The body of the undead." Locke muttered softly, and on his forehead, a magical rune slowly appeared, radiating a faint blue glow.

This magical pattern is a power bestowed by the Lich King to briefly transform a human torso into an undead.

"Uhhhhh Locke let out a low roar from his throat, his long black hair gradually turning silvery-white, his skin gradually turning from wheat to gray-silver-white, and his eyes danced with blue flames.

"Ah, is this my fate?" Locke said slowly in a hoarse voice: "It's not easy to become a human being, and do you have to embrace death again?" ”

The blizzard was very strong, and a mountain of bones and corpses had formed at the feet of Orgrimmar not far away, and the necromancers left behind by Gul'dan were simply not worth mentioning under Orgrimmar's hammer of destruction, and he looked coldly at Locke not far away with a look of contempt in his eyes.

This cold dead man destroyed everything in the tribe, and when the frostwolf clan and the last warlock legion were destroyed, the traditional tribal army had already been destroyed, except for the orc recruit army brought out by Thrall.

But what good is that ordinary orc army?

Rebuilding the Horde is a joke right now, let alone counterattacking Lordaeron.

"Undead, you ruined everything in the tribe." Orgrimmar spoke slowly, believing that the legendary power was enough to control the entire battlefield, and no matter how much the undead struggled, it was impossible for him to escape his grasp.

"Gul'dan's army of Death Knights changed the history of the orcs' victory." Orgrimmar said with a strong hatred in his mouth, and after a pause, he continued: "And today, the Death Knight is destroying everything in the tribe. ”

"That's what the devil gave us."

The power of evil power surged in Orgrimmar's body, and the fire of evil power from the demon made his eyes blood-like.

"Suffer death." Orgrimmar let out a sudden roar that shook the earth and made the snow-capped mountains tremble.

The sound even made the snow fly on the ground.

The suffocating feeling of oppression pressed Locke's chest, but the will of the undead made him immune to this mental bombardment.

But Orgrimmar didn't simply attack with mental bombardment, but turned into a bolt of thunder and rushed towards Locke.

"Do you think I'm going to sit still?" Locke gritted his teeth and said this coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the power of the shadows gushed out of his palm, and then all kinds of undead crawled out of the snow.

Among them are ghouls, abominations, necromancers, and flesh golems.

"O evil swarm, I command you to carry the plague, the scourge, and the poison to destroy the enemy in front of you." Locke's long silver-white hair swayed in the wind, the Stormwind Royal Guard helmet on his head had long since disappeared, and his pupils burning with blue flames were watching a terrifying force rush towards him.

"Even if you are truly invincible, I will bite a piece of meat from you."