Azeroth Trail of Light

Twenty-five years of the Dark Portal passed by, and soon reached the end of the year.

But this year is not a good time. The news from the north always makes ordinary people a little worried, but luckily it will not affect their lives in the first half of the time, so the various kingdoms are still generally quiet, except for the East Continent. Stormwind Kingdom at the southern end.

Towards September, a major event occurred in the Kingdom of Stormwind, a major event that shocked the entire civilized world.

Archbishop Benedictus, the incarnation of the Holy Light, a great figure known as the "saint", was attacked on his way to the sanctuary in the Westfall, and the priests who accompanied him all died under the attack of the mobs. , The archbishop was seriously injured, when the Knights of Stormwind arrived, Lord Benedictus had been unfortunately embarrassed.

The royal family of Stormwind didn't dare to conceal this kind of thing, and almost transparently informed the people who were crazy about the whole process of the archbishop's death.

According to the news brought back by MI7 and the knights, a real battle took place at the place where the archbishop died. The ground was hit with terrible cracks by violent energy, and the results of those fanatical cultists went to the scene to check it out. Exactly the same, the terrible shadow energy still entrenched there, tearing all ordinary people who enter it recklessly into pieces.

Based on the things found at the scene, it is clear that the archbishop was not killed by humans or intelligent creatures, because there are some limbs similar to insect creatures, and the wild shadow and death energy, which are easy to associate. To the ongoing war in Northrend.

A week later, the same murder weapon was exhibited in the official exhibition, a broken rune sword. In the entire world, only one creature would use this weapon, the death knight!

So the truth became clear!

The crazy Lich King sent someone to assassinate the leader of the Holy Light Church, and that lunatic had every reason to do that! Because killing Archbishop Benedictus would be a heavy blow to the entire civilized world.

Regrettably, those lunatics succeeded!

King Varian, who had just returned to the capital from the northern front, personally presided over the funeral of Archbishop Benedictus. He announced that the bust of the archbishop would be permanently placed in the North County Abbey, and he gave the archbishop endless honors, Benedic Master Tas dedicated his life to the will of the Holy Light, without relatives and children, his death was as heavy as turning a page in history.

At the end of the funeral, King Varian swore in front of the weeping people that he would not succumb to Arthas and would fight to the end, and announced that he would form the second expeditionary regiment of the Kingdom of Stormwind to fight in Northrend. All of a sudden, the cultists who were dominated by pain responded. In less than a week, the legion was fully staffed and drove to Northrend.

It is worth mentioning that the materials donated by the believers are enough for Stormwind Kingdom to establish four expeditionary regiments of the same size. However, in order not to affect the ongoing battle to clear away the Twilight Church cultists within the kingdom, the royal family finally did not send a third party. Three expeditionary regiments.

But this approach, this kind of charity for justice, has been unanimously approved by the people.

Of course, some "smart people" will question why the war in Northrend is so intense now that the Lich King can still send powerful assassins to assassinate Lord Benedictus from far away. The most important thing is , How could the itinerary of a big man like him be leaked?

But after these "smart people" uttered their doubts, most of them were invited to have tea by MI7. Those who did not change their teachings would use the name of "voluntarily join the army for revenge for Lord Benedictus". One night in a quiet night, was secretly sent to the battlefield in Northrend.

Everything is harmonious, and there is no major problem, especially after a part of the loyal priests of the Bright Cathedral volunteered to join the army, the whole kingdom was intensified by the cult disaster, but in the next two months, it was completely destroyed. Suppressed.

Well, this can probably also be attributed to the fact that the soldiers were inspired by the will of the dead archbishop, so they could not tolerate all evil, and finally under the guidance of justice, they completely defeated madness and evil.

"clang!"

"clang!"

This is a forging room full of scorching heat, and heavy forging sounds continue to be heard from the inside. The temperature in the room has reached at least 50 degrees Celsius, and ordinary people will be burned when they walk in. Obviously, it is being forged here, It's not an ordinary weapon anymore.

Prince Muradin, the Bronzebeard, swung the black forging hammer in his hand, cautiously beating on a burnt red, unquenched original embryo battle axe in front of him, and Dick stood on the side with his hands tied. From the perspective of a grand master blacksmith, the dwarf prince’s forging skills are very unreasonable. In fact, Dick has always suspected that Muradin and Magni are probably the most brilliant blacksmiths in Azeroth. one.

"boom"

The dwarf put down the forging hammer in his hand, picked up a small hammer again, tapped lightly on the edge of the axe blade, and then sighed with relief, put the small hammer aside, and took the towel that Dick had handed over. , Wiped the sweat from his head, then winked at Dick.

The latter immediately raised a bucket of white cold water from the side. Under the package of the holy light, he carefully carried the edge of the bucket and poured it into the sink next to it. The temperature was just as low as the moment of contact. The flow of the fingers cast a thick layer of frost around the sink.

That is the water taken from the Wannian Glacier near Frost Castle, it is definitely one of the coldest liquids in Azeroth, and only this temperature can ensure that this weapon can complete the perfect quenching process in an instant.

Muradin carefully picked up the original embryo of the battle axe with iron tongs and put it in the water.

"Wow!"

It was not the white water mist that came out when ordinary weapons were quenched, but was directly frozen in the water flow. A few seconds later, Muradin reached out and touched the exposed axe handle and nodded at Dick.

The Paladin raised his fist, the scorching light danced on the fist, and then hit the long strip of ice in front of him with a punch, and finally with one hand, a dark, gorgeous and hideous handful of Buddha has his own life. The same black battle axe was held in his hand.

"Fu... finished, Yingfeng!"

Dick held the heavy battle axe in his hands and looked at it carefully.

This is a black single-edged axe. The axe blade pulls out two sharp spear tips from the left and right, in a straight line. On the sharp blade, there are three small raised blades that make this battle axe powerful and beautiful. At the same time, it has been promoted. On the back of the axe, there is a small raised axe blade, just like a protruding blade, it is also extremely lethal.

In the place where the center of the two sides of the battle axe connects with the axe handle, there are inlaid with two blue gems, which are the most perfect soul gems taken from the Black Scythe Council. On the face of the battle axe, it is also reserved. The dense ravines were laid down for the later spiritual injection and enchantment.

The entire battle axe is 1.5 meters long. It is a real two-handed axe with a simple appearance, but when Dick holds it in his hand, the ferocious aura has been revealed. On the edge of the axe handle, the names of Muradin and Dick are engraved. It is the tradition of the masters of blacksmithing. Only when the works that satisfy the most demanding masters come out, they will leave their names on it.

Muradin stroked the weapon with a fascinating face. He took it from Dick. This battle axe was obviously too long for the dwarf, but it did not affect the warrior’s love for this weapon.

"This is simply the most perfect masterpiece! Balance, lethality, ductility, sturdiness, energy transmission, and even appearance are all perfect! The moment it was created, it already possessed the true qualities of becoming a legendary weapon. It takes a little bit of energy injection to let it have its own soul!"

The master slapped his mouth, and regrettably returned the battle axe to Dick.

"I really envy you, this guy, who can have such a real weapon. The **** storm that it set off on the battlefield will become the beginning of its true legend. Shadow Front, Tsk Tsk, this name fits it very well!"

Dick shook his head. He looked at the battle axe in his hand with a satisfied smile on his mouth.

"No, I don't plan to use it, and it hasn't been completed yet. This is just the beginning. It will take on an important task that no other weapon can handle, but fortunately, we have already completed the most complicated step. "

"So, do you plan to use it for others?"

Muradin frowned. He took the pipe from his arms and lit it in the hot fire, then looked at Dick and whispered,

"I don't recommend you to do this, Dick, a legendary weapon has its own soul and characteristics. It is not as simple as you think. If this weapon is tamed by others, you will lose it forever! I listen to me The brother said that Thaurissan of Dark Iron had fortunately created a legendary weapon. In order to forge that thing, he emptied the entire Darkforge City, and even willingly bowed his head to Ironforge. The lucky guy got the flames. The core of the Demon King, without that, it would be impossible to succeed at his level... well, far away."

The old dwarf shook his shoulders apologetically, then increased his tone.

"Who are you going to use it for?"

"I don't know yet... I'm also not sure, who has this luck and will is recognized by Shadowmourne."

While Dick and Muradin were discussing, in the Ebon Floating City above Angatha Camp, Uther frowned, looking at the messenger in front of him.

It was a frost dwarf riding a giant eagle. He claimed to be the messenger of King Yogg Stormheart and the light user, but under the interrogation of the guards, he insisted on seeing Uther in person before speaking out. For his mission, Thassarian was overwhelmed by the dwarf's stunned temper, and in the end he could only take him to the most central hall of the floating city.

In fact, when he saw Uther, the messenger shivered with fright.

This is not to say that the frost dwarves are timid. Any creature will have this instinctive fear when they see Uther. It is the fear of lower life towards higher life, and the resistance of life itself to death, just like The prey saw the hunter.

"Say! Dwarf, what news did you bring?"

Uther moved his hands a little impatiently. The closer he got to Arthas, the more anger in his heart became. In fact, if it wasn't for the Knights of the Ebon Blade to be repaired, he would have rushed into the Icecrown Glacier with these dead knights. Up.

Facing the impatient death knight lord, the frost dwarf gritted his teeth and said loudly,

"Mr. Dick Tang, let me take a message to Mr. Uther. He is waiting for you at the K3 base of the Storm Peaks. If you want to see the destruction of the Lich King urgently, please It's best to meet him, he said that he has forged a weapon that can fight the magic sword!"

"Ok?"

The expression on Uther's face immediately became subtle. He waved his hand, and Thassarian left with the messenger. The Death Knight thought about it, and picked up the battle helmet on the table. Stride towards the flying platform.

"Interesting... Dick, what weird thing you guy has made!"