Bursts of lightning paralyzed Locke's palm, and the murderous desert troll was obviously not going to reveal any information to Locke.

The beating blue lightning made Locke's palm tingle, and he struggled to push Antusur away directly in front of him, injecting all the plague viruses into Antusur's body.

Locke slashed three swords in front of him, leaving three scars on Antusur's body.

"If you don't want to reveal information, just die here." Locke's indifferent voice poured into Antusur's ears like frost, and this became the last word that Antusur's ears heard.

The blade stabbed directly into Antusur's throat, and then a crisp electronic sound rang out in Locke's ears.

"You've gained 52,000 XP."

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The desert trolls have been blinded by Dalaran's army.

They had never encountered such an enemy in the millennia of the years they had been building, and the desert trolls' troops had been slaughtered under arcane energy, leaving only the old and sick to scream and cry. Dalaran's army has no mercy on the desert trolls, as long as they are trolls. He was annihilated directly in Zul Farak.

The intersection of arcane, frost, fire, and triple magic allowed Dalaran's army to move smoothly along Zulfarak, while the cavalry on the left and right were to take out the fish that slipped through the net, whether they were old or weak, women or children, these cavalry just coldly raised their weapons and harvested these desert trolls.

Humans and trolls, thousands of years of hatred cannot be ignored.

Humans and trolls have long been accustomed to killing the offspring of their enemies and cutting down the roots.

This is exactly natural selection, survival of the fittest, under the cruel laws of nature, elves and humans have long been accustomed to doing these things.

If you look down from above, you can see that half of Zulfarak is in ruins.

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After Locke kills Overseer Antusur, the nearby desert trolls scatter.

The five knights who were resting also breathed a sigh of relief, and they cheered up their companions one after another. Locke didn't leave the place immediately, but searched for the treasures that might exist in the cave.

"Is this the box?" After hacking a monitor lizard to death in the cave, Locke discovers a brown chest hidden inside the cave, and he opens the box to find that there is only a short sword in it except for some gems and gold coins. These things are all items from Antusur.

The source of the gold is likely to be the goblins who attacked Tanaris, and the origin of the sword made Locke ponder.

"These are the two parts of the Counter Striker Sanshas, the Desert Troll Excalibur." Shadra's voice echoed in Locke's ears.

In Locke's retina.

"Counter Striker Sansas"

"Origin: Zulfarak"

"Gear Rarity: Blue"

"Increases the user's strength by 5, agility by 3, and parry by 7."

"Material: bronze, ancient jade."

Equipment level: 50

Weight: 2.1 kg

Comments: An ordinary one-handed sword, nothing strange except for the engraving on the blade.

Locke quickly put the gold coins in the treasure chest into his space bag, and there were about twenty of these gold coins, which allowed Locke, who was short of gold coins, to solve his urgent need. After collecting the place, he quickly left the cave.

Dalaran had rules for going out on expeditions.

For example, each person can get up to 50% of the loot. And the adventurer must hand over thirty percent of the loot.

But as long as it wasn't discovered by Dalaran's law enforcement team, Locke could take as much as he wanted. He calmly walked out of the cave and ordered the five knights to turn against Dalaran's army.

He then pretended to kill the desert trolls, but Locke didn't do much.

He clears the desert trolls that stand in his way as he communicates with Xadella, who tells herself that after she falls asleep, she learns that Azeroth will be going to change dramatically in the near future, and that she needs to be careful, telling her that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. For example, the conquest of Zuaman in the north.

Although she was surprised that she had come to Zulfarak by chance, she paid more attention to the legendary Desert Troll's sword, the Flogger.

It is rumored that when four greatsword swords are combined into one, the true king of Azeroth will be born.

But Locke still doesn't believe in this absurd legend, even if the Troll Excalibur is an extremely sharp weapon, but the real king is never made of strength, but of wisdom, determination, and courage.

The journey to the Dalaran Wizard Force was only half an hour.

Although Locke dealt with a large number of desert trolls on the road, there are still many desert trolls who have successfully escaped, although the experience value of desert trolls is not very high, but Locke still feels a little distressed. In just half an hour's journey, on Locke's side, there were a large number of desert troll corpses, and behind him was a sea of blood.

"When we meet Dalaran's army, we will say that we are lost." Locke turned to the knights behind him and said, "Otherwise, all our loot will be handed over." ”

The five knights nodded one after another, they just followed behind Locke to pick up the corpse, and took a lot of magic spirits and materials, if they were allowed to hand over the loot, it would simply cost them their lives.

Locke soon arrived at Dalaran's wizard troops, he glanced at the experience gauge, and then said slowly, "Assign all the experience to the Death Knight." ”

"The level of the Death Knight is level 18, and your strength is increased by 10 points, your Constitution is increased by 5 points, and your agility is increased by 1 point."

"You've advanced to the elite high-level, activate a layer of talent points."

[Blighted Rune Blade]: Your Normal Attack has a chance to inflict Sickness on the target.

[Spellbreaker]: Your Anti-Magic Shield increases mana absorption by 100% and maintenance time by 100%

[Frozen Claw]: The Cold Strike increases your attack speed by 30% for 10 seconds.

"Assign talent points to [Spellbreaker]," Locke said softly. An imperceptible green light flashed through Locke's body.

Not far away, an elven mage dressed in a red robe walked up to Locke, his long silver hair shawl, two fireballs jumping on his shoulders, showing his ordinary identity, holding a magic sword with an intricate pattern in his left hand, which was dancing with scorching flames.

"I'm Crassus, and I'm the leader of this expeditionary force, and although I don't know where you just hung out, now you have to go to the front."

"The warriors are fighting at the front, and there is no time for you to rest now."

Locke nodded, and walked directly to the front line, in his field of vision, the battle ahead had entered a white-hot stage, and the battle that broke out at the Zulfalak Altar not far away had gathered the slaves of the desert trolls, as well as their warriors, and the wizards relied on the location to fight. (To be continued.) )