"His mother's, Little Nirak fucked the woman to death, and asked us to help collect the body and suffer from this ghost place. - Damn, how do you think you can live this life!"

Locke cursed in the dark sewer. Although it was just a sewage discharge facility, the sewer in Lordaeron City was indeed a little larger.

A distance of nearly ten meters wide, there are ditches about three meters on both sides, and the walls made of bluestone are covered with moss.

If it weren't for the ubiquitous stench and the disgusting mud, it could even be used as an air raid shelter.

Behind Locke, there were three strong men with equally simple clothes but better than those of the poor.

Leading with Locke, the other three were one in front and two behind. The man, who was obviously a little stronger than his two colleagues, followed Locke closely and showed some status among the other three, with a flattering smile on his face, like a puppy who was waving his tail and begging for mercy.

There are actually strict and clear hierarchical differences in this poor group.

"Hehehe, Brother Rock said, that little Nirak is really not a thing. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, thinking about Jenny's seductive ass, I don't know how many times I have thought about it in my heart. What a pity, what a pity..."

The man who followed Locke, with a slave look on his face, called him a nympho, hurriedly answered.

"Hmph, who said no..."

Locke's face was gloomy, not sure whether it was because of the bad environment or the depressed mood.

I think he is an intermediate warrior at least, but because of his poor background, he is not even qualified to enter the Imperial Army. The Kingdom of Lordaeron, or all the countries of humanity, currently have a harsh hierarchy. Although he is not as naked slave oppression as orcs, it is completely contrary to the equality advocated by the elves.

"I heard that there is now a 'cursed church' in the north. As long as you join, you can get fair, just and equal treatment. What they advocate seems to be somewhat similar to those long-eared elves..."

Locke, who dared to scold his master in front of everyone, obviously lowered his voice when he mentioned this "church", and even turned around and gave a warning look to the other two confidants.

Nima, who had always maintained a domineering attitude, suddenly showed fear when she heard the four words "cursed the church", her face suddenly showed a look of fear. She swept around carefully, then she pressed her voice lower than Locke, and replied in a trembling voice:

"Brother Locke, be careful. I recently heard that the cursed church seems to be rebelling..."

I thought that this remark would change Locke's view that he obviously wanted to curse the church. Although he was at the bottom of society, he did not even have the title of trainee warrior, he was very satisfied with his current life.

I didn't expect that Locke's eyes lit up when he heard the word "rebellion"!

The greater the strength, the greater the responsibility, but the ambition will inevitably expand to a point that ordinary people dare not imagine!

At this moment, Nima was full of writing and racked her brains to think about how to persuade Locke. Among the two people who were originally silent, a big bearded man in his left hand spoke in a daze.

"Lord Rock, this cursed church, the villain knows. The villain has a distant relative who has joined this church and often sends letters to the villain. There is really a paradise for us civilians. It is said that there are many cities in the north, and even the city lords have joined the church and become the 'brothers' in the church. There is no distinction between noble and humble, and no difference between rich and poor. Everyone can have enough food and clothing. Nobles and civilians meet on the road and greet them with kindness..."

Depicting the beautiful life in the north as I imagined, the fierce man with a scar on his face actually revealed the innocent happiness that a baby can only have in his mother's arms.

It is conceivable that his relative must have boasted in his letters that this church, which had not yet developed to the south, has been fully recognized by this man living in poverty.

"Brother Locke, you are still young, and you are probably less than twenty years old and have become a peak intermediate warrior. If this kind of talent is not subject to external limitations on weekdays, you may have broken through to the advanced level. Advanced, Master, Holy Land... I heard that some of the churches who join the church, some of whom have "talents", will receive special blessings, and can even break through the barriers in a short time and greatly improve their strength. They will be listed separately and enjoy special favorable treatment. The "cursed church" does not talk about bloodlines, but only talks about personal contributions to the "church". Brother Locke, if you join, you may not be able to reach the holy land in your lifetime!"

This last refuted the only doubts left in Locke's heart. At this moment, he felt a heat burning in his blood. The birthmark of the wolf head that had been printed on his chest since he was a child seemed to emit boiling heat, which was a bloody explosion!

"Oh my God, this is not a cursed church, it is clearly a heavenly church!"

The other person's amazement successfully resonated with Locke. Of course, he knew the kind of blessing that could make people improve their strength, but this kind of treatment was always only enjoyed by the royal family and the direct descendants of the great nobles, so how could it be his turn?

"Okay! I will leave Lordaeron tomorrow and go to the north. Who will follow me?"

The decisive tone and the boiling power in his blood made Locke unable to help but want to get out of the cage and soar into the sky. The scarred man looked at the man who was marveling beside him and nodded at the same time. Instead, Damn, who was regarded as a confidant by Locke, showed great hesitation.

The other three were all bachelors, and each one had enough to eat, so the whole family would not have to worry about it. Although he had no wife and a young man, he had an old father to support him. Of course, his father was also a glorious low-class servant of the Earl Nerack's Mansion.

"this..."

Damn his hesitation made Locke's fanatical face cold. If such a thing is leaked...

However, the hesitant Damn this time, it seemed that he was not convinced by Locke's majesty. Instead, he lowered his head with a 7-point confusion and a three-point surprise.

Just as he was in a dilemma, he suddenly felt something seemed to have pulled his ankle.

Is it an illusion...

Damn, who was already panicked in his heart, looked closely and his body froze...

Oh my God!!!

"Damn, what are you still hesitating!"

Lock looked at the "head down and silent" Nima scolding him. He did not want to lose this obedient confidant.

However, the other party was just trembling and did not respond...

"ah--!!!"

A terrified scream made Locke feel that his whole body was standing up. His natural alertness to danger made Locke concentrate and look at Nima's feet--

Oh my God! What is that pulling on the foot! It is clearly a dead man’s arm! A piece of rotten arm that emerges from the soil!

Locke's face suddenly turned red with blood, soaking his skin that was slightly greener than ordinary people!

With both hands touched the axe on your waist, Locke roared to the sky—

"roar!!!"

Innate ability - bloody tyranny!

............

"O ancient soul, your generosity has allowed us servants to see the hope of immortality. The unyielding dead, with your resentment, make the earth begin to tremble-the will of the living, the howling of the dead!"

The vicissitudes of life are like the sound of two wooden boards rubbing together. Outside the palace hall, the invader Amani chanted an unknown spell in an inexplicable language.

As soon as the spell fell, the entire palace suddenly began to shake. Amid the screams of an obese nobleman, everyone saw a rotten corpse breaking out of the stone at an extremely fast speed, hugging a confused waiter from behind, and biting off his neck!

"ah--!"

The nobles are screaming, the dead are sneering!

At this sudden disaster, Uther, who was sitting at the first place on the right, first moved and rushed to the old king like an eagle!

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Out of etiquette, Uther, who attended the banquet, did not carry his usual war hammer of light. Fortunately, Uther, who is the peak knight of the Holy Land, has great achievements in light magic. As a disciple of Alonsus Fao, Archbishop of the Northern Monastery, Uther's devotion to light will not be less than those priests.

With a wave of his hand, Uther shot dozens of light columns as thick as buckets. All living beings covered by the light column felt a sense of relief. Some of them were scratched and scratched by the resurrected undead in the chaos and healed their wounds in an instant.

Those momentum that had been unearthed or struggled to climb out could not even be stopped by the bluestone, stopped at once, and were immediately turned into ashes by the light column!

Group Holy Light Technique!

Although he was once a knight in the Kingdom of Azeroth, Uther had long been stamped with the Lordaeron royal family as the condition for the Kingdom of Lordaeron to help his homeland. This paladin, who was over 50 years old, also carried out his promise well and even completely forgot his former identity.

The gods of light are here, and Uther is now just the leader of the royal knights of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Even if he becomes the leader of the glorious Silver Hand Knights, he cannot change this.

If Uther's powerful light magic power broke Amani's bad attempt to severely damage the top leaders of the kingdom.

Then the action of the half-god of the punishment, Chu Xiang, easily brought a rest for this farce that should not have happened.

"snort!"

A ruthless cold snorted, when the sarcasm and disdain were added together, the final manifestation was a complete majesty and a majesty of nothing!

Another half-singed spell was interrupted. At the moment when the nobles were terrified, a huge black shadow broke through the door with a "pang" sound and was thrown in from outside!

The shadow bounced up quickly, looked around in horror, just screaming like a madman.

"Impossible! Impossible! How can you master the rules! This is 'deprived', how can you! You are obviously just a pseudo-demigod! How can you capture the position of the great Amani!"

The nobles saw a blue-skinned troll with prominent fangs in the middle of the hall, jumping and jumping, as if they were screaming in disbelief.

Although those nobles have seen aliens on weekdays, and even some powerful nobles have special hobbies, such as playing with beast children. However, such a lively male troll appeared in front of him, with a burly figure of more than three meters tall and burly figure, holding a metal "rack" dancing everywhere in his hand, and the whistling sound of the wind made people tremble in fear.

So, there was another panic.

Fortunately, with the help of those with knowledge, the riot quickly subsided. Because when several royal guards held spears in front of the troll named Amani, the guy with extremely arrogant opening was stunned and he didn't know how to resist.

The old king saw some signs and intended to summon Uther to ask.

But the latter also stared at the troll blankly and murmured to himself in disbelief.

"Deprive...Deprive...How is this possible! He is just a demigod..."

"Dingdong".

A crisp metal collision sound interrupted the small discussion.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound and saw that there was a metal ball the size of a palm on the Alsace table on the left.
Chapter completed!