After the excitement, Locke looked down at the three skeletons lying there after he had knocked out the soul fire by himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Strictly speaking, these skeletons are only the lowest-ranking soldiers of the Scourge Legion, and they are one of the largest in the composition of the entire Scourge Legion, and the other is those brainless zombies, those who besieged them before.

These undead, without anyone under their command, will only act instinctively, bringing down all the life in front of them, and they are the enemy of all life. Harvey's previous battles had yielded a lot of results, but this was also based on the lack of intelligence of these soldiers, and if there was a necromancer or a lich behind them, then the result would be very different, and this was not to blame Harvey, because he didn't know all this, and no one who fought with a lich or necromancer really didn't know much about these things, and he didn't understand their danger.

The three skeletons were scattered all over the place, and without the convergence of the soul fire, they had lost their energy.

I think I'm lucky.

Necromancers are also a kind of low-level soldiers in the Scourge Legion, but they are more advanced than the previous kind of cannon fodder, in the Warcraft, these necromancers will have some low-level magic, such as ice arrows or fireballs, arcane missiles, etc., and some may also curse and other dark magic, and can even pull skeletons and zombies from the graveyard, but they are cunning by nature, hate the living, and often grab humans to do some evil experiments, and are notorious throughout the continent of Azeroth.

Obviously, the three skeletons in front of Locke's eyes are not controlled, no, it should be said that there are orders, but there is no necromancer or lich to control, so he is very lucky, if the necromancer is there, he may have gone to meet the Holy Light.

However, as a time-traveler, Locke knew all about this, and through memory he knew that this was the Tirisfal Glade, and as long as he determined the general location, he knew where to go. Locke has been playing WOW for 8 years, and if nothing else, he knows the entire map of Azeroth, and even some of the horns he has been to, as a casual player, this is the most basic.

However, it is imperative to leave this place and find other humans. Due to the race, he can only stand on the side of the human race, if it was in the previous years, there may still be the power of the alliance, if it is in the middle and late stages, there will only be the Scarlet Crusaders, but no matter what era it is, there must be humans in the Holy Light Cathedral in the Tirisfal Glade, that is, the Scarlet Monastery in the later period!

Are you going to the Scarlet Monastery??

Regardless of what to do in the future, we need to get out of here for now.

Locke struggled to stand up on the handrail and walked downstairs, he was light, always listening to the movements around him, the necromancer did not appear, I don't know where, now he is not the level 110 paladin in the game, he just has experience and experience, and any few lowest-level little skeletons can make him scramble.

Thinking of this, Locke is also a little puzzled, his game character is a paladin, and this body is also a paladin, what is the relationship between the two? Or is there something else here?

So can you use the Holy Light in this world? Heal? Fight the enemy?

"Bang dang!"

Locke, who was distracted, heard the voice and became alert, this sound was not made by himself, so there is only one reason, there are creatures in this room again! Could it be a necromancer? Alas, tonight has been a great disaster.

Locke raised his sword in both hands, his body pressed against the wall, staring closely at the entrance of the staircase, making an attacking stance.

A figure was soon revealed, a man in a black hood.

Locke couldn't see clearly, the light here was not very sufficient, and it was mainly because the person was bent over, and the amplitude was relatively large, which would be very uncomfortable for a normal person, but this person was normal, as if he was born like this. Thin and deformed as if he had been born underdeveloped, with a silver dagger in his hand, covered in a black smock, Locke felt that he would not have been able to find him if he had the heart to hide it in the room. He was checking the blood on the ground, looking up and around, but he didn't notice Locke, who was motionless at the corner of the stairs.

"Who are you?" It's not loud, but in such an empty room, it's like a stone thrown into calm water.

The hooded man was visibly startled, and he turned his head sharply to look at Locke, the dagger in his hand clasped against his chest. Locke could only see the dim yellow eyes from his hood, staring at him.

The man in the coat breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Locke, and he put down the dagger in his hand and stuck it on the belt on the left side of his body, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"If I were you, I'd get out of this place quickly, human!"

"Humans? Aren't you human? Locke sneered down the stairs, leaning his sword against the wall, looking the mysterious man up and down.

Locke noticed that the words that came out of his mouth were not words that he was familiar with, nor in English, but they were said anyway, and he knew what they meant. It was clear that the language he spoke with the mysterious man was not any of the languages he had ever heard on Earth.

It should be the lingua franca, right? Do you know how to speak elf? Orc language? What other languages?

Locke thought cranky.

Surprisingly, the man in the robe did not answer him, but only lowered his head and pondered, apparently also a man with a story.

"There's no time for nonsense, human, either follow me or stay and wait for Devlin to make you into a puppet soldier of the Scourge."

The man in the smock turned around and walked out of the room, not paying attention to Locke.

Locke hesitated in the room, this guy may be an undead, but he didn't attack himself, could it be the Forsaken?

But I really shouldn't have spoken out just now, what if it's an enemy? Locke was secretly annoyed.

Speaking of the Forsaken, this story is relatively long, to put it simply, this is also a group of undead, but under the leadership of the Banshee King Sylvanas, they broke away from the Scourge Legion and occupied the former royal city of humanity, Lordaeron, claiming to be the Forsaken, and the biggest enemy is the Scourge Legion, they hate these culprits who do not let them rest in peace after death, on the other hand, humans also regard them as mortal enemies, believing that they have desecrated the bodies of their loved ones after death. So this is how the contradiction comes from, to be precise, the relationship between Locke and him is still an enemy.

Gritting his teeth, Locke decided to go with him, on the one hand, he was injured, on the other hand, he still had a lot of questions that needed to be answered, and at the same time he was also curious about this forsaken who did not attack him.

You must know that the Forsaken's treatment of humanity is not much different from that of the Scourge Corps, and you must not accidentally fall into his way. But there are also good people, well, good undead.

Locke picked up all three skeletons' weapons and tried to carry them together, and this night made Locke understand the importance of weapons.

Soon he tied three swords with the undead's chainmail belt and put them on his shoulders.

The longsword is a little more than an adult's arm length and weighs about 15 pounds, which can be a powerful weight. The three long swords together are about 21 kilograms, which is a small meaning for Locke, who has been training for a long time. As for those chain mail, I can't take it, and besides, being pierced by the skeleton shelf, Locke's instinctive rejection can only be thrown here.

Out of the door, Locke looked up at the glass-blue sky, there was only a big bright moon, it seems that the blue child is lazy today, only Ms. Bai is still sticking to her post. I also want to see the two moons of Azeroth, when I was on Earth before, it was rumored that Ms. White was the great god Elune, the patron saint of the Night Elves, and the most powerful true god on the planet Azeroth, but after opening the legion, I learned that Elune was an unawakened Titan.

"Goddess Elune, please bless me and keep me out of this dangerous situation." Locke prayed silently in his heart, how to say that this is also a Titan.

"Idiot! What are you going to do with all this garbage you see everywhere? Escape the famine? Don't throw it away yet, hurry up. The mysterious man stood quietly in the backlight of the house, and sneered in a hoarse voice.

Rock was also a little annoyed when he was interrupted from praying, how is this rubbish? Isn't this steel? Iron tools are not something that can be discarded at will at any time, let alone this Iron Age, and if I find a human city and get a grocery store, I can still sell a few gold coins, right? Locke was a little indignant, but he endured it.

This is not a place to stay for long, and it makes sense to leave quickly.

Locke didn't say anything back, just bent down, took the bundle of swords off his shoulders, picked the best one and held it in his hand, and nodded at him, signaling that he was ready.

"Wait a minute!" , the mysterious man shouted.

The voice was low and hoarse, as if compressed from the chest, and the sound was really terrifying like a ghost's scream.

The mysterious man took out a small bag out of nowhere and threw it to Locke.

Locke looked at him inexplicably.

"Sprinkled on your body, covering out the smell of blood on your body, it is now like a guiding light for you to those natural disasters and beasts!" The mysterious man said angrily.

Locke shrugged, he didn't want to do that if there was a way.

Taking the bag, Locke looked up at the mysterious man again, so he had to be careful, this thing may be a forsaken person, he hesitated for a long time but still opened the bag and grabbed the medicine powder inside and sprinkled it on his body.

Then an inexplicable scent filled Locke's nose.

"Even the sharpest hound can't smell you right now." The mysterious man snatched the small bag and turned it around in his hand, and the bag disappeared.

Locke was like asking where the bag had gone.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, keep up, there are a lot of natural disasters here! If you get lost, then you can feed those brainless zombies here, and they will love your delicious meal. The mysterious man looked at Locke with ill intentions, said viciously, and then turned and stepped into the shadows of the house.

Locke clenched the sword in his hand and followed him closely, but he was secretly scolding in his heart, what kind of cow? If I were still a level 110 paladin, I wouldn't have overtaken you in a trial long ago.

The man in black is very familiar with the terrain here, which can be seen from the path he chose, in this ruin, there are collapsed houses, human bones, undead skeletons, beast feces, and skeletons or rickety zombies encountered from time to time, all of which were predicted in advance by the man in black, and hid over, Locke could only follow him blindly, and he didn't know where he went, and at the same time, Locke was also taught a good lesson by reality.

Originally! There is a big gap between the game and the real world.,The two have been walking for almost half an hour.,They haven't gone out of the scope of the town.,Which town in Warcraft is so big?

The scourge here set up sentry posts, dark sentry, patrol sentry, and Locke even saw the Eye of Kilrog, the big green eyeballs, floating in the ruins of this town. This level of tightness of defense... Locke wondered to himself if this kind of thing found himself...

Locke shuddered, what a game inertia kills people! Locke had always thought of this as the world in the game...

Locke put away his previous contempt and began to cautiously follow the mysterious man.

Finally, after crossing a large area of abandoned granaries watched by the Scourge, the two of them came to the outskirts of the town, stopping in front of a windmill at the outermost part of the town.

"Stop." The mysterious man's colorless voice came out of his robe, hoarse and low.

"What's wrong?" Locke quickly pulled himself up, clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands to his right chest, leaned forward, his legs slightly bent, and made a striking pose.

"No, take it easy, this is my observation point, the Scourge has never been to this place." The man in black stopped in front of the windmill, turned slowly, and looked up at Locke with yellow pupilless eyes in his black cloak.

"Now, then, I'll introduce you."