"Sonorous"

The crisp sound echoed in Locke's ears, the vicious trolls, the sparks dancing from the blade, and the whistling of wind and rain in his ears, which made Locke fall into memories for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a continuous wind and snow, and he walked on the snowy fields of Northrend, and in front of him, the mighty Viku warriors. A furious battle ensued, and he defeated these formidable Viku warriors using only his swordsmanship, thus making them fear a strong man like Locke.

It was a simple contest of strength and swordsmanship.

In Locke's mind, he gradually recalled the swordsmanship of the battle at that time, and the pictures that were once stored in the depths of his memory were slowly nourishing Locke.

Sonorous!

There was another crisp sound, but this time it was not Mandogil who suppressed Locke, but Locke's skillful use of swordsmanship to suppress Mandogil in place. Sparks danced on the blades, and the two looked at each other, Mandokill's eyes filled with fear, while Locke's eyes were only indifferent.

At least in the undead state, coldness and ruthlessness are the cornerstones that sustain Locke's battles.

"Odin, come and help me get rid of him." Mandogir roared, he didn't understand why Locke in front of him suddenly suppressed himself perfectly.

This simple competition of strength shocked Mandokill, knowing that not long ago, this man named Locke could not compete with himself in strength.

"Roar!"

A velociraptor rushed out of the troll horde, like a phantom, rushing in front of Locke in just a few breaths, just as it opened its bloody jaws to bite Locke to death.

A ghoul suddenly emerged from the dirt, and it quickly bit on the throat of the velociraptor and then used its hands to frantically cut through the velociraptor body, only to see a series of blood flowing down the velociraptor body.

Yin Hong's blood flowed under Locke's feet, which did not cause any emotion for Locke, but instead made the suppressed Mandokil let out a miserable cry: "No, never. ”

The voice was very sad, and it was clear that this velociraptor was Mandukir's good friend.

But it was a good opportunity, and the Blade of Pain crushed Kinloth down, and a burst of sparks was generated on the blade, which then fell to the ground with the wind and rain.

The two Troll Excaliburs collided with each other, and the icy confrontation meant that it would not be long before a true king of the Troll Clan would emerge.

"Locke, I curse you, I curse you in the name of the Blood Lord Mandukir."

The voice of hatred burst out of Mandogir's mouth, but Locke didn't care, he suppressed the blade to death, and the memory just now made his strength soar.

Although Locke does not have the strength of the peak of the master rank now, counting the Blade of Pain in his hand, he can suppress Mandogir in front of him.

"I just ...... Fighting in memory and not really fighting you, you should know that the strength that is only increased by relying on blood sacrifices is not considered powerful. Locke's voice was extremely ethereal, and this tone made Mandogir in front of him feel even more humiliated.

Locke's presence on the battlefield, hatred, fear, blood, and death are not enough to intimidate a Death Knight, who is himself a knight crafted by the Lich King to fight on the battlefield.

These in themselves are the meaning of his existence.

"Locke...... Haka, the god of blood, will use the most powerful power in his life to devour your soul and your body, and will be torn by thousands of beasts, and finally ......"

Locke didn't let Mandogir finish his sentence, in fact, while he was immersed in his memories, the troll lord in front of him had already lost, and the power from Icecrown was enough to make Locke stronger.

Blood flowed down Mandokir's throat, and the troll lord lay on the ground, like a normal troll, and with the death of the blood lord Mandokir, the surrounding trolls quickly scattered as if they were in a panic.

The dust seems to have settled on this war.

Locke didn't cut off the chains on Shadra's body for the first time, but picked up Jinloth under his feet and wiped the blood on the blade with his hand.

He thought that some of the myths were just nonsense, but sometimes, when the results appeared before Locke's eyes, he sometimes felt very ...... Sadness.

He walked to Shadra, who was lying in a pool of blood, and if the unaware humans had come, they would have thought that Shadra was dead.

But Locke could clearly feel the fluctuations of divine power in Shadra's body, and he raised the Blade of Pain in his hand and slashed at the chains on Shadra's anklet, but soon there was no sound except for a crisp sound.

"Can't you?" Locke muttered softly, relying on his current strength, he couldn't open the chains on Shadra's body.

He sighed and sat down on the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

It's a glacier, it's Northrend, and it's a place of memories for Locke.

The ground is full of bare rocks and massive skeletons, and to be exact, this is the Dragonbone Wild, and a territory that the Lich King hasn't invaded in a big way, as this is the lair of the five dragon legions.

Locke walked in this wilderness, and he knew very well that beneath this snowy field was the lords of the Spider Kingdom, that is, the home of the Crypt Lords.

It's a memory for him, and a place he cherishes very much.

A bonfire burned in front of it, and the bright light of the fire in the snow was like a firefly flying in a storm, so dazzling, so attractive to humans.

Locke quickly walked over to the campfire, only to see that there was no one around it, only a greatsword.

That is Kinros, the Revelator of Doom.

Locke took a deep breath as he picked up Kinlos from the ground, and although it was an illusion, Locke could still feel the weight of Kinlose.

"What do you want to tell me, what do you need to do to serve me?" Locke murmured softly, and the Kinloth in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a series of trills.

Locke sat down next to the campfire, and strange to say, the wind that had been raging in the Dragonbone Wilderness, the crazy wind under the thunder, seemed to have no effect on the campfire at all.

The flames were still burning, and from the hazy mist slowly emerged the figure of a High Elf woman.

Long blue hair, blue eyes, slender body, and a familiar face. She sat directly beside Locke, and then said slowly: "This is your memory, which contains blood, pain, and fearful memories, and only in this wind and snow can you find a moment of peace." (To be continued.) )