The sky darkened, and the dark earth was suddenly stained with a layer of gray-black lines, and then the scenery on Locke's retina fell into a different shape.

It was a hazy world, everything in the world was distorted, the sky was flashing with black lightning, and the black cracked earth was floating or walking with ghosts.

This is the end of the living, and the boundary between the laws of life and death.

The Shadow Realm that corresponds to the Emerald Dream.

Locke withdrew his hand, and after he pulled Orgrimmar into the Shadow Realm, the realm of death, the scales of victory tipped in Locke's favor a little.

However, when he faced the leader of the Second Orc War, the legendary invincible Orgrim, Locke still felt a little weak in his heart.

The frost dragon flew through the air, and the vast expanse of ghouls emerged from the dirty dirt, roaring out of their mouths, and rushed towards Orgrim.

"Undead, did you use any means to pull me into your realm?" Orgrim broke a rushing ghoul with the Hammer of Destruction, and then asked slowly, "But you won't defeat me." ”

Locke didn't speak, the time had come to this situation, and he wouldn't care about Orgrimmar's final counterattack, he looked at the black sky and said calmly: "The Burning Legion is about to return to this world." ”

Orgrimmar frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, and he smiled and said, "Even so, what does that matter to the tribe?" ”

"That's a headache for humans, elves. What difference does it make if we become slaves to demons, or slaves to humans? ”

The Hammer of Doom let out a piercing metallic sound that strengthened the Wind Fury Blessing around the hammer, and Orgrimmar roared, "Kill you, the last undead in your way, and the Horde will soon be re-established in the Alterac Mountains." ”

"Because when you hear my call, not only the Blackstone Tribe, the Warsong Tribe, but also countless orc tribes are rushing towards the Alterac Mountains!"

"Although there are many of you humans, it is impossible to defeat the alliance of orcs in the snowy mountains."

Locke was silent, and the terrifying Burning Legion was about to return to this world, but at the moment all the creatures on Azeroth were not united, but the future results, Locke already knew.

This bustling Lordaeron will eventually become a land of death.

Barren. The remnants of humanity will be defeated by the undead and the Forsaken, and eventually become an undead.

This is a fate that has long been woven in the name of fate.

The ghouls' attack did not cause substantial damage to Orgrimmar, and the ghouls that came out of the dirt were no match for Orgrim at all, only to see that Orgrim was just a knife in his hand, and one by one the ghouls split and died on the ground.

But the Frost Dragon in mid-air wasn't just for spectators, as the ghoul dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, it swooped down, spewing out a blue frost ray from its mouth, freezing Orgrimmar's arm into ice.

But it didn't last long.

Orgrimmar just flicked his arm lightly, sweeping a lot of ice chips off his arm, he stood there and took a deep breath, and then suddenly swung the hammer in his hand, forming a hurricane on his side.

"Storm of Blades." Locke slowly spat out the words, he had seen the orc warrior's stunt Storm of Blades in Nagrand, swinging his weapon wildly, wringing all the enemies around him into corpses and blood in the wind.

In Locke's eyes, so did Orgrim, the hammer of destruction in his hand began to form bursts of wind pressure, and then all the surrounding ghouls were swept into the hammer of destruction, and became a quagmire with black blood.

The frost dragon flying in the sky continued to breathe frost breath at Orgrim, only to see the cold rays in mid-air freeze the air, and then spray on Orgrim, who released the blade storm.

But it is clear that it does not work.

Locke took a deep breath, since he came to the Shadow Realm, he had discovered a very serious problem, that is, he could not be Orgrimmar's opponent at all, whether it was the Shadow Realm or Azeroth.

After all, the strength of the two sides is incomparably different, and when Ogrim's real legendary strength directly makes Locke unable to resist

The Frost Dragon in mid-air possessed the power of the Legendary Primary, and her mouth contained terrifying dragon breath, and she tried to continue her attack on Orgrim below.

However, Orgrim didn't let the Frost Dragon attack, he took a chain from his waist and threw it at the Frost Dragon in the sky, the metal chain dropping a brilliant spark on the Frost Dragon's silver-white bones.

Locke was slightly stunned, and then he saw the Frost Dragon being pulled out of the air by Orgrim.

"Get out of here, unless I can get you Frost Sorrow, you won't be Ogrim's match at all, even if you get my infusion." There was a hint of despondency in the Lich King's voice, and he said hurriedly, "But since you have legendary power, then the chance of escape is also very high, if you can capture the nightmare warhorse in the Shadow Realm, then you will definitely be able to live." ”

There was a hint of helplessness in the Lich King's tone, he could hardly imagine that Locke would be killed by Orgrimmar, after all, this Locke had brought too many surprises to the Lich King, and the continuous necromancy had inspired many of the Lich King's plans to improve the necromancy.

He didn't want Locke to die.

At least until the Scourge erupted, he didn't want Locke dead.

After all, a living person, in human society, is much better than a dead person.

As soon as Locke gave the order to attack Orgrimmar to the spirits in the air, he immediately headed for the depths of the Shadow Realm.

The spirits that wandered in the air flocked to Orgrimmar, these bloodthirsty undead, lost their minds, wandering aimlessly in the shadow realm, and once they entered a flesh-and-blood creature, the spirits would attack.

After all, there is nothing more palatable than blood, this is the mind of the ghost.

Before, with Locke's suppression, the obedience to the superior undead made these ghosts just gather here, and did not intend to attack Orgrimmar, but now when Locke retreated, these ghosts began to attack.

The ghost's bloodthirsty wish for thousands of years has finally come true.

"Uh-ah, I'm going to kill you." Orgrimmar's voice roared through the air.

Locke had already run far away, he walked through the endless shadow realm, the sky shone with black or purple lightning, the endless plains were shrouded in black gas, and the cracked earth was erected piles of ruins that had long been abandoned.

"It used to be a great civilization."

"And thousands of years later, it's still inevitably a pile of great ruins."

"The same goes for Azeroth."

Neozu's voice seemed to have a hint of magic that tempted Locke, but Locke remained unmoved, and he wandered through the Shadow Realm, a world he once knew so well.

"Nightmare War Horse, is this really fate?" Locke sighed softly, "I am obviously a living person, but it is inevitable to cooperate with the dead, and it is inevitable to find the exclusive mount of the Death Knight. ”

"It's all about getting out of Orgrimmar's pursuit." The Lich King's voice echoes through the vast Shadow Realm