"So what do we do now? Go to the next target point? Locke asked Chromie, he was really afraid that Chromie would give him another air dive, such a feeling was really enough once!

"If you want to collect all the materials in the shortest amount of time, of course, you need to fly the fastest," Chromie looked at him with an expression that you wouldn't really want to run on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If you want to fly, you can fly! That has to be me riding on your neck! Otherwise, don't talk about it! "Locke is talking about the conditions, with a posture that if you don't win, I won't leave.

Chromie looked at him with a grin, his staff pointing at him, a powerful force imprisoning his feet.

Locke pulled his legs and feet hard, and they walked forward at a very slow pace. It's a weird feeling, as if you're traveling normally at 40 yards in your upper body and less than 1 yard below your waist.

Locke gritted his teeth and struggled with the power that imprisoned his legs, glaring at Chromie.

"Don't struggle, Locke. I've stretched the time on your legs, and it's good not to speed up your time! As she spoke, Chromie took on the form of a dragon, and she flapped her wings and flew up.

"Close your eyes, our next flight is about to begin."

Ignoring Locke's protests, Chromie grabbed Locke's shoulders directly and flew up with his old tricks.

"We're not very far this time, you can observe the scenery here, I'll control my speed!" Chromie looked down at Locke below him and said, "This land was in the past, but it was the largest granary of you Lordaerons, I'm afraid no one has ever looked down from the sky!" ”

"Stop talking nonsense! You'd better hurry, Cromy. Locke closed his eyes without any intention of looking, and he was unhappy with Chromie's forced move, "We're pressed for time!" ”

"Well, as you wish!"

In an instant, Locke was directly blown parallel by a powerful air current, and the battle robe and holy scarf on his body kept lapping his body.

The howling wind blew past Locke's ears, and bursts of strong air made the skin on Locke's face squirm as if it were alive.

Locke was once again in a daze.

"Hey, wake up. We're here! ”

In a daze, Locke heard someone shouting for him outside, and he opened his eyes, a little unclear about his current situation.

Chromie's baby-faced face appeared in her eye sockets, her golden hair hanging down her ears, and her green eyes were looking at her curiously.

"Wow! I really didn't expect that you would have such a tragic history now! Chromie smacked out of his mouth, "It's not a common thing, I'll have to get a camera and take a picture." ”

After saying that, Chromie instantly conjured up a camera and snapped a picture of Locke.

The white light from the flash light stimulated Locke, and he instantly regained consciousness and jumped straight from the ground.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?!" Locke said dissatisfied, "What did you just do to me?" ”

"What to do? Just take a picture! Chromie waved the camera in his hand and quickly put it into his backpack.

"Well, it's important to get down to business," Chromie pointed to the deep ravine not far from Locke, "Now, Marduk's sword is in this canyon." ”

"Just like the skull just now, there will be some traces of history around this sword. So don't react too much, those revenants who aren't even ghosts won't hurt you. At most, it's all about disturbing your spiritual world, and it's nothing to you paladins who are steadfast in their faith. ”

"Now go down and take it!" Chromie pointed to the deep ditch in front of him and looked at Locke.

Locke moved his limbs, pulled out his Omensword, and walked slowly down the ravine.

This damn Chromie, I used to think she was quite interesting in the game. I didn't expect to be so fond of pranks!

Hmph, Locke was a little angry, and the truth was really disappointing.

But when you think about it, there's nothing but pranks. Strictly speaking, this is to be closer to yourself, right?

Locke, who was thinking blindly, suddenly saw a thin layer of white mist in front of him, and he couldn't help but raise his vigilance.

He clenched the sword in his hand and stepped into the white mist, guarding against an attack that might appear at any moment.

"Paladin! Your death is doomed! You can't escape! ”

Locke turned abruptly and slashed towards the place where he shouted, and the sacred runes on the Sword of Omen's sword began to glow with brilliant holy light.

An undead in red armor was whispering beside Locke, who was greeted by the slash of Locke's sword.

"Bang!" The Divine Rune Sword pierced directly through the undead's transparent body and slashed at the dirt wall behind it.

Locke frowned and withdrew the long sword in his hand, it seemed that as Chromie said, these things can't be killed, not even the Holy Light.

"Sooner or later, what you wish for will be destroyed, and your life will be worthless! Join us for eternal life! The undead looked at Locke, still talking mind-disturbing words.

"Join you? Sorry, no interest. Locke turned and walked towards the depths of the white mist, "I'm more interested in how to destroy you!" ”

"Dalong County has been destroyed, and your hope of staying alive has been dashed. What is the meaning of life? Only death is the end of everything. Join us, we are more powerful than you can imagine! ”

"Destiny is sealed, your body will be shattered, your fortune will be gone, and your soul will be cursed!!"

Entering the depths of the white mist, you will encounter standing undead everywhere, and they are like fixed players, constantly playing noise that pollutes Locke's ears.

These undead are incapable of harm, but the offensive of these words also makes Locke's head chaotic.

"I swear that from this day forward, my heart will be to the Holy Light, to protect the weak with my sword and shield, and to expel the evil with the Holy Light. Humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, honor, sacrifice, and spirit are the eight virtues that should never be forgotten. As long as there is someone to guard us, we will not fall. The light never ceases, and the faith never dies! In desperation, Locke remembered the oath he had taken when he became a paladin, and he couldn't help but shout out loud.

As he shouted his oath, the Judgment Suit began to glow softly on his body, and the light expanded outwards to form an oval shield that enveloped him. On the two shoulders of the Judgment Suit, the Iron Pact engraved with the eight virtues of the Paladins also began to glow with a brilliant golden light, echoing the Paladin's Creed in Locke's mouth.

Repeating the paladin's oath, Locke noticed that the whispers that were invading his head were much quieter. The changes in the judgment suit around him were also seen by him. He took the opportunity to quickly head to the deepest part of the white mist.

"There!"

Locke was suddenly shaken, and rushed towards the long sword that was stuck alone in the earth.

He had been looking in this white fog for a while, he wanted to change the environment, it was too oppressive here.

The sword was alone in the deepest part of the ravine, and the ground around it was unusually black, and no life lingered around it.

Not even the withered grass or anything.

Even after such a long period of time without any maintenance measures, this long sword was still cold, and Locke could feel the piercing chill on it from afar.

"That's you! With you in mind, it's time for me to move on to my next goal! Locke prepared to step into the range of the sword.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared out of thin air around the sword. He rode a skeletal warhorse, wearing a black overall, and his body was buried in the overcoat.

His eyes glowed a faint blue and he was staring at Locke.

"A paladin!? You want to pull out my weapon?! The Phantom sneered for a moment, "Me! Marduk! Death Knight of Lord Kel'thugad, let me see if you have what it takes to pull my weapon! ”

Locke stared cautiously at the undead, he didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't a good thing.

Phantom Marduk turned his horse's head, and he drove his horse to trot and began to charge at Locke.

Gradually, the phantom's charge became faster, and even the earth trembled. It's a feeling that you can't tell, you know it's all false, but the senses tell you it's real. And this is the situation that Locke is facing at the moment.

When the Phantom Marduk, riding a skeleton warhorse, charged in front of Locke. Locke roared, and the sword of omen in his hand slashed horizontally at the horse's head.

The Divine Rune of the Sword of Omen emitted a blinding golden light, but just like before. The sword stabbed through the Death Knight's body and slashed into the ground.

The illusory Madur was gone, and Locke gasped as he looked at the sword stuck in the middle of the land in the distance.

It may all be its fault, and if you pull it out, everything here may be restored!

After all this, Locke has raised the danger level of this place from his heart a lot. He carefully surveyed the surroundings as he walked towards the sword.

"Wow!!" The sound was accompanied by a puff of green smoke from below, and Locke hurriedly retracted his feet and looked down.

Around the sword, the earth was corroded to an abnormal black. The holy light that overflowed from the judgment suit that Locke was wearing collided violently with the corrosion of the ground, and puffs of light smoke rose from the ground.

Seeing such a situation, Locke directly raised the long sword in his hand, and the sacred runes on the Omensword began to light up one by one, and they became more powerful in fusion. A powerful force of holy light passed through Locke's body from the sword, and the self-judgment suit was channelled into the corrupted ground beneath his feet.

In an instant, a sacred golden flame burned on the corrupted earth.

The burning light energy spread quickly to the surrounding black dirt as if it had met delicious food.

With Locke's support, the Holy Light energy was continuously channeled into the earth, and the divine flames soon spread everywhere in this black land.

Large puffs of light smoke rose from the ground, and Locke could faintly hear screams, sighs, and moans of pleasure from within.

When Locke pulled out his sword stuck in the ground, it was all gone.