"Come here... Come here..."

Suddenly another annoyed whisper rang in Locke's ears, and the Tyr guards were already in disarray. Demithia was also suddenly petrified, and stood in place without moving. This sudden turn of events made everything chaotic.

"My lord, what are we going to do?" Like Locke's ghost, Ral asked calmly behind him.

"You go and protect the great sages of Demethya, and leave me alone." Locke whispered, but he didn't stop, he was looking around for where the sound really came from!

Locke may have heard the wrong thing just now, and he had to admit that it might be because of the angle and distance. He misheard the murmur in his own ear, for Demitea was standing at the edge of the cavern. But in my ears, the clear call is still around me! Of course, it is not excluded that the evil weapon also called itself just now.

The Tyr guards were hurriedly treating Gaffud's wounds with the light, but the bleeding could not be stopped because the tip of the sword pierced his heart. Duval was guarded by Vika with a rope, and they wanted to ask for the help of Demitiah, the only priest present, but because she was caught in some unknown and uncontrollable situation, they could only watch as Gafde was gasping for help but could not do anything!

The dwarf wizard Blackflame fumbled in his magic bag for a while, and took out a mechanical device, a pacemaker, in an attempt to give Gafford life, but he had to dig out the one-handed sword that was inserted in his heart and the entire heart, and he had to perform a simple surgical operation...

Naturally, this kind of unbelievable thing was not acceptable to the guards, and they were not willing to use mechanical creations, they preferred to believe in the magic of the Holy Light.

On Locke's side, the shouts in his ears became more and more anxious, and it seemed that he was almost roaring in Locke's ears. This anxiety and tyranny affected Locke, so much so that he also began to get irritable, eager to find something to smash and vent his inner dissatisfaction.

Anxiously looking at the mixture of earth and stone in front of him, Locke searched for the source of all this. Suddenly, he seemed to see this mountain of earth tremble for a moment, and then slowly regained its composure!

No overreaction of any problems! Locke raised the holy sword in his hand for the first time! Although he was urged by the voice in his ear, he hadn't forgotten that there should be a corpse of an evil god down here!

Soladin also said that it was the last time he came here that he broke the seal here and brought the dead monster back to life! This means that this thing will be resurrected one day!

When he turned to the foot of the giant statue of Tyr, Locke found a hilt! The hilt of a rusty, rocky sword stuck in the earthy mountains!

"Come here... Come here..."At this moment, this irritating whisper is at its maximum here!

This is! Locke carefully observed the hilt of the sword, but the dirt mountain in front of him rose and fell again, this time the movement was bigger than before, and even the dirt and stones on the dirt mountain fell down a lot!

This is the sword that suppresses the evil gods!

Scamdor Slayer of the Human Emperor Soladin the Great!

Locke instantly understood that it was calling itself!

At this moment, in Locke's eyes, the exposed hilt of the sword seemed to be eager to hold it himself! It even started to bustle in its own ears! A desperate call for freedom that constantly rings in Locke's ears!

Pull it out! Pull it out! So that we can all be free! True freedom!

Locke's face sank like water, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down his body dripping down his body. It seems that it is not only this sword that wants to be free, but also the evil gods below who are forced to sleep!

But can you really defeat him?

Doubts and unconfidence rushed to Locke's heart again!

What if I pull out this sword and can't beat the evil god inside? Wouldn't that hurt Lordaeron? Hurt the people of the Tirisfal Glades? And I'm going to die here too, is it worth it?

All sorts of worries filled Locke's mind as he fell into a mixture of worry and despair. Suddenly there was a light in my heart! It illuminates the haze and fear of the unknown in his heart! Locke also suddenly discovered that the appearance of this emotion was a manifestation that his heart was not as powerful as he imagined!

He thinks too much... If you think about it too much, you will naturally have concerns... If you can't devote yourself to the crisis that will affect your life and even Lordaeron's future. And at this moment, this mood will only put him in a situation from which he will never recover!

But then again, even if he gave up on the idea of pulling out Scamdor, the evil god would probably still break free. The undulating mounds speak for themselves! At that time, the Lordaerons will still face the serious problem of life and death!

"Hold it tight! Pull it out! It's your destiny! Soladin's ghost suddenly appeared at Locke's side, and he looked at Locke encouragingly, "This sword, Scamdor Slayer!" It means to end all wars! Its calling, for you, is an affirmation of your performance. You have qualities that far surpass others, the courage of a king. The spirit of a leader of a race..."

"Pull it out and complete your mission." Soladin looked at Locke expectantly, "Let's end these countless years of tormenting me..."

The phoenix double-edged hands were handed over to his left hand, and he slowly raised his right hand. Under Soladin's expectant gaze, in the scrutiny of the statue of Tyr overhead, Locke's large, gnarled hands covered the hilt covered with rust and green moss...

Thirty seconds passed, and nothing happened. Everything around was the same as before, except for the sound of the Tyr guards giving Gafford first aid.

Locke paused, gritted his teeth and clenched the hilt of his sword!

A vision struck!

He looked down in amazement to see the rust on the hilt of his sword disappear from the part he was holding like running water! A liquid like red blood dripped down from the sword! But when he raised his head, he suddenly realized! Everything in sight is gone! I don't know when I appeared on a vast wilderness battlefield!!

The earth is humming!

Soaring through the sky!

Catapults roar and throw boulders into the green forest! Locke squinted his eyes and looked carefully, what kind of forest was that! It's clearly a huge number of forest trolls!!

"Warriors of Araso! Heroes of all tribes! Knights of humanity's last hope! ”

The sudden shout caught Locke's attention, and he turned his head to see a middle-aged man wearing a crown holding Scamdor, dressed in dazzling silver armor, pulling the reins of his broken horse to make a final speech in front of the battle!

With that familiar appearance, Locke quickly knew that he was the Human Emperor Soladin!

"Raise your head! Hold your chest up! We'll cut off their spears! Smash their shields! Completely drive the trolls out of this land!! Fight today! Blood will inevitably stain the yellow sand under our feet!! But!! ”

"The newborn sun will still rise in the east tomorrow!!!"

The sound of hula and la sounded at the same time, and Locke involuntarily joined the others, along with Soladin's shout, and flattened the thick riding spear in his hand to the front, aiming at the troll thousands of kilometers away!

The trolls on the other side were not afraid either, and they roared and let out all kinds of whining sounds. As their strange drumbeats sounded, there were some forest trolls who looked like dancing gods in front of the formation, and they were talking about something, and immediately the already tall bodies of the trolls suddenly increased by a knot!

Soradin rode his horse from a distance, and Scamdo slashed across each of his outstretched spears! He ran and shouted, "Onward!" Forward! Towards destruction! Towards the end of the trolls!! ”

As Soladin turned in front of the cavalry line, he roared and waved his Scamdo to the sky! "Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

Locke involuntarily roared with all his strength with the others!!

After a few turns, boosting the morale of the cavalry, Soladin slowly turned his horse's head and looked at the trolls in the distance seriously!

"Rush! Humans of Azeroth! Towards the end of the enemy!! ”

The desolate horn sounded, and Locke involuntarily followed behind Soradin, holding his spear flat with the others, and began to slowly move the speed of his horse.

The atmosphere became dull, and Locke's ears gradually could only hear the sound of the war horse galloping, and the rapid breathing of the people around him!

Soon! Soon! The war horse galloped completely! Locke stared at the approaching troll line, and they also left the spot and accelerated towards the swarming human cavalry!

When the two fronts bordered, the neighing of war horses, the wails of humans, and the screams of trolls rang out from time to time. The troll front, which was bold and reckless to the extreme, was shattered almost instantly!

With the immense inertia of the fully armoured men and the full sprint of the horses, even the troll warriors who had been strengthened by the priests with witchcraft could not resist this kind of charge!

Almost any troll who dared to stand in front of his horse was knocked off the air or knocked to the ground, trampled on or pierced by the cavalrymen's rifles!

Locke breathed quickly, and the riding gun in his hand had already been thrown away because it was broken! Grasp the reins in your left hand, and the big sword in your right hand slashes back and forth left and right at the trolls who stand in your way! But the speed of the cavalry line was slowly blocked because of the thickness of the troll line!

The cavalry was trapped in the trolls' line, and they controlled their horses to flip their horses, wielding their weapons with both hands, and slashing the trolls around them!

A pair of big mossy hands reached out to Locke on horseback, and Locke flipped the hilt of his sword and cut off those hands! But out of nowhere, a pair of hands came out and dragged Locke off the horse!

Locke, dressed in heavy armor, struggled to get up because he fell to the ground, and horses' hooves, trolls, and human legs and feet constantly stepped in front of him, and some of them even stepped on him, making him breathless!

In desperation, he swung the long sword in his hand and slashed the legs and feet of everyone around him, but it was just a pointless struggle! More and more people stepped on him, stomping him firmly on the ground ....

Locke's chest was like a boulder that had been pressed against a thousand pounds! His mind was dizzy, and he struggled to climb up. But he was pessimistic and found that he couldn't get up. He could only lie helplessly on the ground, stretching out his hands to the sky, looking at the sky in a limited space, surrounded by people who almost blocked all the space for him to climb up, and the trolls and humans were glued together, stuffed to the brim!

Call!

Call!

Call!

Panting heavily, his eyes gradually turned blood-red, and all the sounds around him could no longer be heard clearly! Locke could only hear his own huge panting!

Call!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of his heartbeat slowly replaced the sound of breathing, he stopped struggling, he looked down at his chest, his arms... Look at those who stepped on themselves, the feet of those people ....

A hot air flow suddenly appeared in his heart, and it flowed along Locke's veins, burning Locke's blood! Locke felt his body become hot, and uncontrollable anger rushed to his head!

"Ahh He roared and slapped the ground behind him with both arms! Boom!! Smoke and dust rise in an instant! The legs and feet that stepped on him flew out in an instant!!

"Ahh Locke roared again, and when he finally got up from the ground, he didn't feel any pleasure! On the contrary, there is a lingering anger and fighting spirit in him!!