Three days passed.

The bloodshot eyes of the troll blacksmith became more and more bloodshot, and he became more and more excited, the evil god's will revealed from the blade of the destroyer of all worlds had been draining his life energy, and the entire blacksmith shop was shrouded in a thick dark substance.

Locke was in charge of sending the materials in, and these materials bought from the goblins were very valuable.

At least for the forest trolls, it's a strategic resource.

As time passed, Locke became more and more excited about the newly baked artifact, and every time he went to the blacksmith's shop, he could see that the two swords in the smelting were slowly merging.

It only took a little time, and his two troll swords were slowly merging together.

Time always passes quickly, and within a few days, Locke conducted a brief training session on the trolls in the Rotten Moss tribe and formed a tough raid battalion to carry out an attack on the undead, and after a few battles, the Rotten Moss trolls were not so afraid of the undead.

Locke walked to the blacksmith shop, the troll blacksmith was already tired and lay down, and the trolls around him had lost their breath, apparently sucked out of the demon spirit in their body by the newborn troll holy sword.

The blacksmith did not die, but the blacksmith apprentice who laid it down died.

But Locke's eyes were fixed on the troll artifact floating in mid-air, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Floating in the air was a pitch-black giant sword, the red hilt flowing with the glow of blood, on the blade was engraved a series of blood-red runes, and on the edge of the cold blade, there was a dark purple shadow energy flashing. The sword doesn't look like a troll-style weapon, but rather something like the weapon used by the Death Knights.

Locke stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the greatsword floating on the iron furnace, which, unlike what he had imagined, was not only not heavy, but light as a feather.

Locke swung his sword directly and slashed at the smelt in front of him.

clang

With a crisp sound, a piece of iron had already fallen to the ground, and in Locke's sense, it didn't use much force at all, just a gentle chop.

"Please name your weapon~" The electronic sound in his ears made Locke feel refreshed, he thought for a moment, and then said calmly: "It's called the Blade of Suffering." ”

"Blade of Suffering"

Origin: Lordaeron

Equipment Rarity: Artifact

Equipment Parts: Weapons

Attack power 320-420

+40 Strength

+35 stamina

30% Lifesteal

Critical Strike is increased by 10%.

Each critical hit deals 500% of critical damage.

When attacking, it is possible to inflict Shadow Energy Invasion on enemies, reducing their strength by 15% and their health by 20%.

Materials: Destroyer of Worlds, Flogger

Equipment level: 270

Allows the Ethereal Spirit to level up its equipment.

Imbues Shadow Power to enhance attributes.

Weight: 6.1 kg

Comments: Not only the shadow energy, but also the power of the evil god Haka is infused into it, and this sword has more than just the blessings of the gods.

Locke's expression was a little excited, he stroked the blade of the Blade of Suffering, he could clearly feel the shadow energy flowing on the blade and the power of the evil god Haka, Locke gently waved the blade, not only could he hear the refreshing sound of breaking the air, but also could feel the faint evil aura in the air, Locke took out the magic scroll of the Fallen Crusader, and he muttered: "This sword, if it can be matched with my runes, it can be regarded as an artifact in the early stage." ”

Locke felt a pang of joy when he thought of the magical expression on Kel'thugad's face, the necromancer would never have imagined that he had not only gained experience in the past few days, but had also combined two troll swords into one, and even the rotten moss troll had been taken under Locke's command.

Locke slapped the magic scroll against the blade of the Blade of Pain, only to hear a "bang".

………………

Locke instructed a troll soldier to clean up the body in the blacksmith's shop, and he left the blacksmith with the Blade of Pain.

Because the artifact has already been forged, it doesn't make much sense to stay here.

He wanted to find a place to try this new Blade of Pain now.

Locke quickly recruited all the Rotten Moss Troll warriors in the Rotten Moss Tribe who could fight, and the training in the past few days also gave these forest trolls a certain combat effectiveness. The situation in Lordaeron in the South was eroding, and Locke had no reason to stay in this place.

In the midst of a lush forest.

Locke's vigilance has skyrocketed when he enters the Western Plaguelands, and his current strategy is to lead the Rotten Moss Trolls to rid the Western Plaguelands of the undead as much as possible. The battle could have lasted for a long time, and Locke had cleared three farms in a row, and the farms that had once been full of laughter were now dead silent.

Lordaeron, who was once beautiful in Locke's eyes, is now in his memory, and now, what is left for Lordaeron is only death.

These are two very different worlds.

After clearing out most of the undead in the Western Plaguelands, Locke headed for the Psychic Academy, and due to the large army of the rotten moss trolls, Locke simply let go of his whereabouts and marched more than ten kilometers from Andorhar.

Locke came to a dead wood forest, and the scenery around him had changed a lot from before, and the trees that had once been lush were now black stakes.

The trees in the Western Plague Lands have grown for hundreds of years, but under the plague of the Scourge Legion, they have withered deeper than Locke could have imagined.

Locke raised his hand, and the rotten moss troll behind him stopped, he frowned and pushed away the grass in front of him, only to see a blood-stained Lordaeron sword in the grass, the scarlet blood told Locke that there had been a battle here, and that it might have happened just a few hours ago.

The blood streak on the ground stretched towards the bushes in the distance, and Locke, based on his instincts, quickly determined that it was an ambush battle.

Ambushed were Lordaeron's soldiers.

Locke followed in the footsteps of the Bloodmark, and then saw more obvious signs of battle behind the bushes, a mess of human corpses, armor hanging from the branches, weapons, and ...... Lordaeron's banner.

Of course, there are also the bodies of the undead.

"Come with me, there may be our allies ahead." Locke yelled at the ignorant trolls behind him, and he followed the bloodprint, and after rushing through the dead woods, he saw a different scene.

The ground was full of holes, holes in the skin that the Crypt Demon had drilled, ghoul scratches on the stumps, and blood stained the dirt red.

Locke carefully looked at the traces on the battlefield, and the traces left by the chaotic undead army on the ground made Locke quickly judge that this army was about 40 or so.

It's a huge army of the undead.

They can easily deal with the rebellion organized by the villagers on the land of Lordaeron, these undead are swift and cunning, and it can be seen from the traces left on the ground that many of Lordaeron's soldiers died in this forest not long ago.

The Scourge legion, composed of ghouls and crypt demons, has a very strong killing ability, and its sneak attack and ambush capabilities are also first-class, and it is used by many Scourge generals because of its quick effect. (To be continued.) )