Locke had no intention of saving the besieged Lordaeron Legion, and even if he rushed out to help them now, the Lordaeron Legion who had been fighting the undead for a long time would not believe him. Locke hadn't risked his life to save those who had nothing to do with him.

In the grand plan of the Scourge Legion, this Lordaeron Legion is actually useless.

The undead legion not far away has five heads of Abomination alone, of which 3 are elite mid-level, and the other two are elite high-level Abomination, just these five high-level undead units, to be honest, can break through the defense of Lordaeron's military array.

After a short period of failure to storm the Lordaeron formation, the undead attacked in a different way. They pulled a large number of Lordaeron's wounded down and slowly killed them with ghouls, and some of the Lordaeron soldiers did not follow the instructions to save people, only to fall into the traps carefully laid by the undead.

Those soldiers who tried to save the wounded Lordaeron were soon captured by ghouls and then became part of their feast.

Fear, fear, fear.

These negative emotions whispered softly in the minds of every Lordaeron soldier present, and even the minds of the Lordaeron commanders were on their minds. This is when the necromancers not far away began to unleash spells in an attempt to influence these Lordaeron soldiers to give up their resistance.

Locke rode on the Nightmare Warhorse, watching the battle in the dark night in the distance, and then clearly observing the possible shortcomings of the Undead Scourge, he took out a bottle of Alterac goat's milk from the space bag, and quietly waited for the battle situation below to change, at this time, the battle is to be more patient, who can find possible fighters.

The night was deep, the undead had no desire to sleep at all, they roared excitedly in the night, and in the darkness, these necromancers became even more excited, not only the ghouls in the field, but even the gargoyles in the sky began to capture the priests or mages in the Lordaeron army.

Anubrekan stood in the back row, his golden eyes striking in the night, and he stared fiercely at the Lordaeron army not far away.

The undead crave blood, and this massive Lordaeron army can obviously provide a large amount of flesh and blood for the undead Scourge.

Locke knew that humans and elves would not sit still like this, he had already heard the slight footsteps of some soldiers, and in the dark night, a small group of human soldiers were obviously unwilling to be trapped here by the undead, and they did launch a sneak attack on the scourge in the dark night.

Locke heard the metal sound of weapons clashing, and then came out of the crowd with a look of abomination written all over its face, and then rushed at the soldiers, an elite high-ranking abomination, killing all the soldiers who tried to break through in a short time.

Locke took a deep breath, there were more and more Scourge Legions here, obviously in the darkness, the Scourge Legion was slowly moving closer to this side. After a little thought, he had already planned what he should do next.

A miserable wail echoed in the night.

Not far away, there was a wave of sadness in the camp of the Lordaeron Legion, and even the commander's face was full of pain.

Faint screams hovered over the Western Plaguelands, and the undead's love of torturing humanity had never changed.

Locke raised his head, the blood-red moon stained the sky red, it was the most exciting moment for the undead, and Locke would never fight the undead at this time.

Only after the blood-red moon is obscured by dark clouds is the moment for Locke to act, because the red light activates the fanatical attribute in the ghoul's heart.

The screams not far away grew fainter and weaker.

Locke stared blankly at the scene not far away, and the nightmare warhorse under his crotch snorted, and it seemed to be a little uninterested in the feast held by the undead.

The smell of roasted meat was in the air.

Locke looked at the bright campfire in the darkness of the night not far away, where several black-robed necromancers were collecting the human corpses on the battlefield and holding a barbecue supper. Necromancers are human by nature, and they also have a diet system, but they sometimes don't mind being able to eat human flesh under the influence of the undead.

Enraged, the human camp was held back when a soldier in full gear tried to rush out to save his former friends, and the monstrous cries of the dead had closed the gates of the Lordaeron Legion's camp in the night sky, which had not been built long ago, and was building their own arrow towers and watchtowers at night.

Locke was silent, he knew that all the human soldiers in the Western Plaguelands had been squeezed here, and the destruction of these people had caused Lordaeron to lose one-fifth of its warriors.

Time was passing little by little, Locke seemed very quiet, when he wanted to hide himself, he was always able to hide himself perfectly, he raised his head and looked at the night sky, only to see that in the dark night, the blood-red moon had been quietly hidden in the clouds.

It's time to make a move, he thought.

Lordaeron's legion below was close to defeat, and it only took a few days for the massive Undead Plague to put the newly built military camp in starvation.

The undead began a psychological assault on the Lordaeron Legion, but did not seem to be aware of the impending threat from the rear.

In the dark.

A necromancer walked away from the battlefield with a staff of bones, and he walked to a dead battlefield in an attempt to mobilize the necromancer to resurrect a long-dead Lordaeron hoplite, the faint blue light on the torso of the human soldier, and then the human soldier who had been dead for a long time stood up.

It stared at the necromancer in front of it with grayish-white eyes.

But Locke was also staring at the two men in the dark, and then the necromancer not far away was facing away from Locke, but Locke clearly knew that beside the necromancer, there was a ghost floating and could report the enemy to him at any time.

The necromancer began to gasp slightly after resurrecting a Lordaeron hoplite, for the necromancer, transforming an ordinary human warrior is also a very magic-consuming thing, he needs to take a breath to recover.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Locke knew that only by clearing out the Scourge Legion's necromancer legion could he limit the Scourge Legion to the greatest extent. Thinking of this, Locke squinted his eyes slightly, raised the Blade of Pain in his hand, and drove the Nightmare War Horse to the necromancer not far away.

Hand up, knife down!

In the darkness, the speed of the Nightmare War Horse was like a gust of wind, and Locke could only see the dark blue eyes in the dark night, and in the movement it was like two burning blue ghost fires moving rapidly. (To be continued.) )