"These are your ancestors. Now he's standing behind me. Locke said slowly. These forest trolls, in fact, have no idea that Locke has used necromancy to summon an unconscious corpse behind him. But it's no wonder that these forest trolls don't know anything about necromancy, let alone see such a spell that shocks their perceptions.

Spiritism, to be exact.

At this time, the plague in Lordaeron in the north has not yet appeared, and Kel'thugad is still practicing spells in Dalaran, and now in Azeroth, there is only one death knight, of course, not counting the first generation of death knights of Gul'dan.

Zurman looked coldly at Locke not far away, he didn't think Locke was a threat before, but he couldn't figure out why the ancestor of the troll would stand behind a human, just because he was about to believe in Haka?

"You have no idea how great Haka really is." Zulman let out a muffled voice like the roar of a wild beast came out of his throat, and the muscles in his arms swelled and relaxed rapidly. He roared, as if he had made up his mind, and threw the spear in his hand at the corpse of the forest troll behind Locke: "Nothing can stop me from leading the Deadwood Tribe to believe in Haka, not even the Ancestors!" ”

The spear brought a whirlwind in mid-air, and the lightning that swirled around the spear slashed a brilliant electric light in the air. The next moment, the spear landed on the body of the forest troll's cadre.

At this moment, the forest trolls of the entire Deadwood Tribe were boiling, and they couldn't believe that their chief actually shot the spear in his hand at his ancestor.

The dried corpse of the forest troll behind Locke fell directly to the ground after suffering Zulman's spear, and did not move.

This phenomenon caused Zulman to burst into laughter, and he sneered and said: "What about the ancestors, the ancestors can't let the fate of the Deadwood tribe change. ”

"Fellow Deadwood Tribe, see your chieftain now." Locke said slowly: "This guy not only betrayed the god of the mountain eagle, but now he wants to betray your ancestors. Are you not afraid that the ancestors will bring calamity, and the god of the mountain eagle will come to doom? ”

This sentence caused the emotions of the forest trolls, and they shouted excitedly: "Let's not believe in the blood god Haka. ”

"Let's not betray our ancestors."

"Go to Locke, he's the high priest of our Deadwood tribe, there will be something he can do."

After hearing these words, Zurman's heart was furious, he didn't expect that he had already suppressed this tribe with absolute strength, but he didn't expect that the kid not far away in front of him would be able to ruin the situation he had worked so hard to create like this with just a few words.

Zurman's eyes were full of seriousness, he cautiously took out the Destroyer of Worlds on his back, this troll giant sword just held in his hand, it let out a cheerful roar, this sharp sound made Zulman feel very comfortable, although this Destroyer of Worlds did not agree with him very much, but Zurman believed that as long as he kept sacrificing this sword with blood, soon, this sword would really awaken, and at that time, he might become the new Zurkin.

"None of you can run, you must believe in Haka, or you will die here." Zurman looked at the group of forest trolls who were getting more and more panicked behind him, he directly raised the destroyer of all worlds in his hand, and slashed at the forest troll who was about to run to Locke, and with a sword down, the forest troll let out a scream, and then his body turned into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Seeing Zulman, who had done this, two words popped up in Locke's heart: "Idiot." "You know, this kind of behavior of killing one's own people to stabilize morale was placed on the battlefield, and there was no trend of large-scale rout, and the current situation, with this method, undoubtedly pushed everyone to Locke.

In fact, when Zurman hacked to death a forest troll next to him with the Destroyer of Worlds, the group of forest trolls behind him rushed towards Locke as if they were crazy, and it was useless for Zulman to use the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand to slash at the group of trolls rushing towards Locke.

Blood flew like blood flowers, but Zurman's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he didn't know how many trolls he had hacked to death, he finally lowered his arm and looked coldly at Locke not far away.

The icy Destroyer of the Worlds reflected the gentle sunlight, the blood-red runes on the blade of the sword shimmered with cold light under the sun, and the tranquil altar was covered with sun-dried blood, showing a strange blood-red color on the turquoise altar. Zurman lifted the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand and said coldly, "Locke, twenty years ago, I should have sacrificed you. ”

"The god of the mountain eagle can't shelter you for long." Zurman stared at Locke not far away, the muscles on his body continued to rise and fall, this is the strength of his own muscles that he can freely retract, he said coldly: "You are calculating, but there is one thing, I want to tell you, I am an elite warrior, and I am an existence that this Deadwood Tribe cannot hinder at all." ”

"These little tricks of yours will only come to naught in the face of my absolute power."

Zurman unleashed a charge at Locke, pulling out a cloud of yellow sand behind him, and the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand shone blood-red in the yellow sand. Just by looking at it, most of the forest trolls were terrified, how could such a sword be resisted.

Before the blade arrived, the wind pressure had already rushed in front of Locke, blowing away the black hair in front of his handsome face, and it seemed that the next moment, Locke was about to be cut in two.

Zurman's face showed a wicked grin, and he seemed to have seen the leaderless forest trolls regrouped under his banner after Locke's death.

High Priest Ryan's face was full of death, and he knew that Locke would not be able to resist this sword, because Zurman was an elite warrior, and the sword in his hand was the Destroyer of Worlds, the holy sword of the legendary Troll Empire.

How to resist such a sword?

This question rose in the minds of the trolls present, and they all looked at Locke hesitantly, hoping that he would give an answer.

Soon, Locke handed over the answer.

"Sonorous"

A spark flashed in the Destroyer of Worlds and the Arcane Barrier, and in front of Locke, a violet Arcane Barrier appeared, which perfectly resisted the Destroyer of Worlds in Zurman's hands.