A gust of cold wind washed over Locke's face, regaining some of his senses, and the alertness he had maintained during the war for many years made him open his eyes, and then what he saw in front of him made him frown slightly.

Mossy covered the stone walls, dim candlelight illuminated the small tomb, and a few scarabs crawling on the floor seemed to mockingly tell him something.

It's not Icecrown, it's not the Frozen Throne.

The last memory in Locke's mind was that he wanted to go to Icecrown Glacier to find an old man after he was released from the Lich King's control, but he didn't expect that he would fall into the trap of the Lich King. Finally, under the breath of a frost dragon, he died on the ice field.

"Haven't I been dead for a long time? Why do you still have a body temperature. Locke was surprised, as a long-dead death knight, he couldn't remember that he still had a body temperature.

The eagle statues carved on the surrounding walls, and the lynx patterns engraved on the floor, made Locke's memory go back to a long time ago.

"Trolls, catacombs...... body temperature, did I go back to when I was a child. Locke was momentarily startled by the thought.

The clear blue sky, the endless plains, the swaying rice fields, the melodious drums, and the velociraptor on the hillside made Locke fall into warm memories.

"By the way, that's not there yet."

"Attributes!"

Locke muttered silently in his mind.

Name: Locke

Race: Human

Attributes: Strength 5, Agility 6, Constitution 5, Mana 2, Spirit 3

Status: 50/50 health, 20/20 mana.

Innate skills: Regeneration Elementary, Troll Advanced, Human Advanced, Swordsmanship Elementary, Throwing Skill Intermediate, Sharp.

【Regeneration Elementary】Due to the long-term consumption of herbs and the use of herbal baths, you are very healthy and recover very quickly, so every hour that passes, your health will recover by 2 points.

【Acumen】Long-term training and hunting in the forest, increase your agility by 2 and increase your movement speed by 10%

Combat Class: Death Knight Level 1

Life Occupation: Herbalist Level 2 / Chef Level 1

Equipment: Bronze Short Spear x6, Rusty Thorsilver Greatsword.

[Bronze Short Spear] This is a smooth-polished throwing spear with an attack power of 10-16 and a sharpness of +2, and once it hits the opponent, it has a 30% chance to inflict bleeding on the target for 6 seconds.

[Rusty Thorsilver Greatsword] Excellent weapon, attack power 15-23, strength +1, sharpness +3. It's the weapon Locke found on an abandoned farm, and although it's covered in rust, the sharp blade is still intimidating.

Disposable experience: 0

This system panel was found by Locke after he became a death knight in his last life, during a fortuitous patrol, after killing a dwarf next to the wormhole, when he first found it, it was a pitch-black stone, but after he got it in his hand, the stone disappeared into his body. Then there was such an inexplicable thing in his body, and after a long period of use, he had completely learned to use this set of attribute panels.

Locke observed his body regretfully, "It's a pity that all my strength has been cleared." ”

"But I'm really going back to when I was a kid." Locke looked a little pleased. Because it suddenly occurred to him that he could do many things, to do things that he was not capable of doing in his previous life, and thinking of the future that might happen, Locke let tears slowly flow from his eyes with excitement, and his mind flashed to Kel'thugad, all the Knights of the Black Blade, Arthas, and ...... The High Elf.

"Maybe I can make up for it." Locke's mind was like a mirror: "The portal that summons demons in Dalaran." ”

It's a trouble, but Locke knows that this level of trouble isn't worth mentioning, and the closer trouble is the fall of Arthas and the rise of the Lich King.

Locke didn't want to be under the control of the Lich King anymore.

The wind pierced through the mouth of the tomb and into the tomb, blowing not only the emerald green vines leaning against the walls, but also the tattered leather coat on Locke's body, and he stood up, looked at the blue sky outside the tomb, and could not help but shout, "Lordaeron, I am back." ”

Not only did the shout echo over the Arathi Heights, but it also alerted the guards guarding the Troll's Crypt, two stout forest trolls, who looked at each other in surprise.

"That kid woke up."

"Go and tell the priest."

………………

Locke stepped onto the moss-covered stone steps, and he had never been more confident than he was today, confident that he could take control of the future in his hands. In his previous life, he went with the flow, after being controlled by the Lich King, following the will of the Lich King, after the Knights of the Black Blade decided to rebel, he also decided to rebel, and finally, when he used his sole will to go to Icecrown Glacier to find a man, he fell into a trap carefully laid by Arthas.

"From now on, I want to take the future into my own hands." Locke said silently to himself.

Bright sunlight appeared at the end of the stone steps, and he looked up at the world outside the tomb, which was the Arathi Heights.

It is a historic plain where Emperor Arathas the Great once established the largest empire in human history and forged alliances with elves to defeat the formidable trolls of the forest.

Now, in the blue sky, several vultures are hovering in mid-air, and on the plains not far away, velociraptors are chasing wild boars and enjoying their days, while in front of Locke, a group of forest trolls surround him.

"I'm back." Locke was moved to tears.

The forest trolls surrounding him looked at each other, and out of them stepped a forest troll priest with colorful parrot feathers on his head and shoulders.

Locke was raised by forest trolls, to be exact, by deadwood trolls, and during his childhood, living in the troll tribe, he learned all the basic skills that troll warriors need to learn, and if it weren't for an accident, he might have been one of the deadwood trolls.

"(Troll) Locke, what did you just shout in the place where the ancestors slept, if you wake up the ancestors, I don't know what kind of punishment we will receive."

The old troll priest said this slowly, he was very old, and his skin had become as green as jade due to the years of invading herbs, and the herbs growing on his skin and the luxurious silk robes on his body showed the noble status of the old troll.

Locke was slightly stunned, the memories of this old troll man in his previous life instantly rose to his heart, and when he thought of the old man in front of him being crucified on the stone table in the end, Locke couldn't help but want to reveal something.

But in the end, I held back.

Locke stepped on the emerald green grass and looked at the kind old troll man in front of him, and his heart was excited, but he suppressed the emotion in his heart and said, "(Troll) I just heard the voice of the ancestor, and he told us that Haka's wings will return soon. ”

Proper warning may allow these forest trolls to envelop themselves as prophets when they are helpless.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence came out, it caused a commotion among the troll community, the blood god Haka from the southern jungle troll, the god who subverted the Zurghrab Empire, finally extended his wings to the forest trolls in the northern Lordaeron realm. This news made many forest trolls shudder, and they all danced to call for the protection of their ancestors.

The old troll's name was Ryan, and his face was solemn, and the paulownia staff he held in his hand trembled slightly, as if he had heard the last thing he wanted to hear.

"The ancestors' warning may be right, maybe we should be vigilant." With that, Ryan hurried away and ran towards the troll hut behind him.

Locke knew that the old troll must have gone back to his hut to take a fortune.