The gates of the Crusader fortress slowly opened, and the many skeletal warriors and ghouls in the square took a step back uneasily, as the mental fluctuations coming from behind the door made the undead feel uneasy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Flames burned in the city of Stratholme, billowing smoke obscured the sky and formed dark clouds, and in the torrential rain, Stratholme had already entered a burning state. Burnt-red houses kept collapsing, and the roars of the dead echoed through the city.

"It's like purgatory." Locke muttered softly, and then walked out to the square, the Pain Blade let out a trembling sound, clearly excited for the upcoming battle, and the strong smell of blood in the air excited the greatsword that was eager to drink blood, blood and soul were the objects that the Pain Blade longed for.

The ghouls let out a roar of unease, clearly terrified of the human who had just emerged from the Crusader fortress, but the ghouls did not dare to act rashly for the time being, suppressed by the powerful souls.

Locke, of course, was not intimidated by the ghouls in front of him, and he glanced at the already full experience bar, "Assign all experience to the Death Knight." ”

A hot breath rose from the soles of Locke's feet and reached the top of his head, and he felt a sense of strength in his body.

"The Death Knight level is level 25, and you have 20 points of increased strength and 20 points of agility."

When Locke opened his eyes again, the flames in Stratholme were burning even bigger, and even bigger flames were burning in the streets not far away, which were obviously Alsace's troops.

"I'm now a master-level mid-level, and these undead are my whetstones." Locke thought in his heart, and then he mobilized the shadow energy in his body, only to feel a shadow energy that was twice as large as before quietly creep up his arm, although Locke could not fully control this shadow energy for the time being. But fortunately, the army of the undead in front of Locke was not that strong.

He looked at the army of the undead not far away, these armies of ghouls, skeletons, and gargoyles, were looking at Locke, but they did not attack, obviously taking into account the huge shadow energy in Locke's body, as well as the sense of oppression from the soul. These undead did not have any emotions, and without absolute certainty, they tied up Locke and did not attack, and of course there was no intention of fading.

It was then that the shadow of Malganis suddenly appeared in front of Locke, the dreadlord squinting at what he was thinking.

"Little reptile, I thought you would hide in a crusader fortress for the rest of your life." Malganis let out a disdainful laugh and walked towards it, his palms beating with emerald green flames of evil energy, and his eyes full of contempt.

Locke slowly descended the ladder of the Crusader fortress, facing the endless army of the undead, without a trace of fear in his heart, he paused as he just walked down the stairs, and then calmly looked at the Dreadlord Marganis, whose face was slightly distorted.

"Why, in the face of such a desperate war, you still have the courage to fight, shouldn't you immediately take refuge in the Lich King?" The apparition of Malganis said slowly, it had already ordered all the undead near the city of Stratholme to come to the Crusader Square, so no matter how powerful Locke was, it was obviously impossible to escape from the absolute number.

Locke was silent for a moment, then looked at Malganis calmly, and said flatly: "Paladin of the Silver Hand, how much have you corrupted?" Also, do you really think you'll be able to successfully transform the humans of Lordaeron? ”

Marganis let out a shrill burst of laughter, and in the eyes of the Dreadlord, the human in front of him was too ridiculous to dare to question the great Burning Legion under such circumstances, didn't he care about his own life?

Locke looked at the actions of the demon in front of him coldly, he knew that the silence of this battle had begun, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from his body, and then his body turned into an afterimage: "I will definitely stop you." ”

There are more and more undead coming from the streets around Stratholme, and if they can't be defeated in a short period of time, then once they fall into the undead number tactic, then Locke won't have to think about helping Arthas defeat the Dreadlord.

You have to act as soon as possible, Locke made a definition in his heart, he wielded the blade of pain to slash one undead after another, these ghouls and skeletons themselves are the inferior troops of the Scourge Legion, and under Locke's repeated attacks, it is very easy to be killed in seconds.

Locke set off a bloody storm in the sea of the undead, and these low-level undead could not even withstand Locke's attack, and soon Locke fought a way in front of him, and then rushed to the vicinity of King's Square.

The walking corpses roamed the streets, these walking corpses that were human not so long ago, now walk like marionettes. Locke could hear the sound of chasing from behind him, it was the undead army rushing from the Crusader Square, these undead army gathered by Marganis had only one order, and that was to stop Locke and Arthas from converging.

Furious flames burned all the houses in Stratholme that could be seen, and even in the midst of the torrential rain, the sight was not diminished in the slightest. In the midst of the rainstorm, ghouls and the walking dead formed a large army of the undead, surrounding Locke in King's Square.

"Elite mid-tier ghouls, are there any walking corpses without rank?" Locke looked around at the undead around him, frowning slightly, these undead wanted to defeat him, it was simply a fantasy.

At this moment, suddenly a shadow in the collapsed house in the distance slowly advanced, and Locke clearly saw that it was a crypt lord, with several spikes growing on the hard carapace of his body, about two and a half meters high, and his hideous face made people feel a little numb at first glance.

The Crypt Lords have always been one of the more powerful of the Scourge Legion, once a race of zergmen living underground in Northrend, and after being controlled by the Lich King, they became one of the Lich King's most loyal warriors.

The sharp claws that glowed with an eerie cold light made it impossible to doubt the sharpness of its claws, and the Cryptlord slashed the ground with his front paws, and the intact marble floor was torn apart.

"Is Malganis' real killer a Crypt Lord?" Locke raised the blade of pain in his hand, and then said slowly, "Then you will become the soul of my sword." (To be continued.) )