Locke finally returns to his long-lost cabin, a wooden house, built of planks and covered with sun-dried hay, in which the decorations are made of obsidian, crystal stone, skeletons, a typical forest troll cabin.

"It's a long memory." Locke walked into the room, swung the bronze spear that was stuck next to the bed, and placed it on his back.

"You have obtained the Bronze Short Spear X6, and now you have 12 Bronze Short Spears."

Locke sat on the bed, and although he was weak now, the instinct of a warrior had allowed him to train himself for a long time.

The sheet made of boar skin was particularly comfortable, and he thought, "If my memory is correct, the forest trolls in Hinterland will soon come to the Arathi Highlands to preach, and I was expelled from the tribe at this time in my last life, and the tribe's priest Ryan was sacrificed to Haka in public because he was unwilling to serve Haka. ”

"Now I have to do something, it's not my character to sit back and wait." Locke thought.

If this continues, according to the trajectory of history, he will soon be driven out of the troll tribe and exiled to Lordaeron, but Locke has no intention of accepting another arrangement of fate.

At this time, the moonlight is shining softly on this land, and the silver moonlight dyes the whole land into a piece of silver, and in the silver light, the plateau of Arathi is particularly beautiful.

Locke was suddenly completely sleepy, he was originally a human in the tribe, so to speak, a fringe element.

Although the forest trolls of the tribe agree that Locke is a member of the tribe, they still have some resistance. Although there is no such thing as suppression on weekdays, every time the meat is divided at the end of the hunt, the things that are divided by yourself are definitely the least.

"Animan!" Locke shouted.

At the edge of the Deadwood Troll, a green-blue velociraptor bit off the rope that held it around and quickly ran in front of Locke. It lunged straight at Locke, then placed its face on Locke's chest. This is exactly how velociraptors express their joy.

"Good boy, good boy!" Locke kept pacifying the velociraptor in front of him with his hand.

This velociraptor was tamed by Locke as a child with the help of the Ryan Sacrifice, and the troll has a long history of domesticating the velociraptor dragon, a small predator animal that is the best helper for trolls when hunting.

Name: Aneman

Race: Beast (Velociraptor)

Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 15, Constitution 10, Intelligence 1, Spirit 1.

Status: Health 100/100, Mana 10/10.

Talents: Claw Strike, Tail Sweep, Devour.

Combat class: Beast Level 1

"Tomorrow is a good day for the Deadwood Tribe to hunt, good buddy, how about accompanying me to win a championship tomorrow."

After Locke said this, he stared at the moon in mid-air, and said slowly but forcefully: "Arthas, I will stop you, this time, I will not let the Scourge cross the wall of Alatho, let alone allow the Forsaken to occupy Lordaeron. ”

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Soft daylight slowly rose from the mountains, and as the light slowly spread over the houses of the Deadwood Tribe, the war drums of the forest trolls began to beat.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of drums represents the idea that it is time for hunting in the Deadwood Tribe. The strong deadwood trolls came out of the cabin, their faces painted with red lines, their strong hands holding polished stone spears or bronze spears, the forest trolls were plainly dressed, most of the warriors were only wearing leather clothes, and even a small number of forest trolls did not even have leather clothes. Dressed in sumptuous silk robes, the forest trolls are basically sacrifices to the forest trolls, they are sparsely numbered, and the staff in their hands symbolizes the elements that can communicate with the ancestors as well as the ancestors.

Locke stepped out of the cabin at the moment, excited by the familiar scene in front of him, he had never won a championship in a hunting tournament in his previous life. But now, Locke is full of confidence that he can win the championship, and the long-term battle in the Scourge Legion has made him physically familiar with the process of battle.

Soon, the ritual of the forest troll began, at the beginning of the morning, a priest walked to the high platform, grabbed a wild boar to the altar, and used the stone dagger in his hand to directly cut the throat of the wild boar, the wild boar struggled a few times, but the blood still flowed down like a waterfall, and the boar's pupils quickly dilated.

"May the god of the mountain eagle bless our tribe!" The forest troll priest standing on the high platform slowly closed his eyes and folded his hands.

The forest trolls below did the same, and in the morning light, such a scene was sacred, but in Locke's eyes, it was boring.

To be sure, the forest trolls are very uncivilized, they usually cultivate very little land, and most of their food source is to hunt and capture captives for food. The only entertainment in ordinary times is to sacrifice to the gods, which is basically the case throughout the year, and the stone or bronze tools are usually polished, if it were not for their large population, in the early history of civilization, they had an overwhelming advantage over humans, and humans could not have become captives of trolls.

In this era, trolls are not a threat to humans at all, and during the Second Orc War, they have used up all their foundations, but the final result is to be driven back into the mountains, if it weren't for the human desire to develop this mountain, the forest troll race would have been wiped out by now.

The ritual took a long time, and an hour passed quickly, just as Locke was about to doze off. The sacrifice of the high platform went down, and standing on the high platform was another troll.

"Zurman." Locke gritted his teeth and whispered hatefully. It was the troll standing on the high ground not far away who was the culprit who caused him to be expelled from the tribe, and it was also this troll who made the Deadwood tribe fall to the blood god Haka, and sacrificed himself as his father's sacrifice to Ryan.

Standing on the high platform, Zulman was much taller than the average forest troll, his pale green mane shining brightly in the sunlight, and he held a spear with lightning flashes in his hand, which was the weapon that the shaman had blessed him, and even more terrifyingly, on his back, a blood-red greatsword.

That sword is the artifact of the forest troll, the destroyer of the worlds, and according to legend, that sword was a weapon forged by the gods themselves for the troll king during the period of the Troll Empire. Now that sword is a symbolic weapon even if the blessing of the gods disappears.

Zurman looked around and raised the lightning spear in his hand: "Let the god of the mountain eagle bless our hunt!" ”

"Hunting!"

"Hunting!"

The forest trolls under the high platform instantly boiled, and they raised their spears one after another, shouting loudly, "Hunting!! ”

Locke also raised the spear in his hand as everyone did, and in the morning light, he felt a malicious look not far away. He looked over and saw only a strong forest troll, leading the two of them to Locke's side.

The forest troll was about two meters tall, with colorful parrot feathers stuck in his right shoulder, and the smell of gusts of wind lingering on the bronze spear in his hand.

"Little guy, you won't win the championship, the championship is mine." The forest troll said slowly with a hint of coldness in his eyes.