Azeroth Trail of Light

The storm cliffs are shrouded in endless cold winds and blizzards throughout the year, making this place a world of ice and snow. The altitude of this place is so high that ordinary creatures cannot survive here. This also makes this place a place. In a cruel world, only the strongest guys can have their homes here.

But in the past month or so, the war with the orthodox Titan creations has spread to the entire storm cliffs. A week ago, the Heroic Spirits broke through the defenses of the iron dwarves in the Snow Stream Plain. In the Temple of the Earth, the earth spirits who still adhere to the faith of the Titans formed an alliance and completely drove the Iron Dwarves and the Iron Vrykul out of that area.

The giant steel golem built by the iron dwarves was also captured, but the thing has not been completed yet, and probably no one can complete it except the iron dwarves.

But the next war will not be so easy to fight.

The news from Heimdall showed that the suspected Torim and Loken and the figure appeared in the mountains near the Hall of the Creator, and they were probably planning some bad things.

But in its current form, Dick can only entrust the frontline war to Heimdall. The last mogu legions activated from the Naraksha engine are already in place. Although the number is still weak, it is accompanied by the soil of the Grizzly Hills. With the continued migration of the Spirit Kingdom, this disadvantage is being quickly made up for.

Dick now has to concentrate on one thing. After the Battle of Angatha, the Paladin encountered an unexpected situation. He couldn't do anything until Arthas was solved.

It's not that Alsace is so strong, but that hell, the neurotic mission system that has not been reported for more than two years, unexpectedly reacted after he and Velen jointly developed the sword.

"Drop...Dark overturning"

"Special Rule Item Detected-Unknown"

"Complete the dark overturn, obtain the necessary items, and unlock the special rules items."

"Reward: Torsion 7%-10%"

"Explanation: Rules! Make up everything in the world!"

Dick initially thought that this unknown special ruled item was the shield of Aggramar, but later discovered that it was not this thing, but the spar. Anduin picked up the spar from the ashes after Hela's spontaneous combustion. Did not show this thing to Odin, now it looks like a good thing.

After Odin told him the theory of the foundation of the world, Dick already knew how precious this gadget that contained the manifestation of the rules of the world was.

But now is not the time to consider this matter, because Dick is receiving guests. In the reception room of the K3 base, the large stone room is decorated simply, but none of the three people sitting together pays attention to these things.

They were looking at the battle axe placed on the stone table in front of them.

"So... you called me all the way back for this thing?"

Illidan looked at Dick very dissatisfied. With his current character, if it hadn’t been for Dick to be one of his few and reliable guys, he would have taken out the Moonblade and hacked him to death. The leader of Illidari seemed to think that although the thing in front of him was not bad, it was completely unworthy of a trip between the two worlds.

Especially when Storm Fortress is ready for a long voyage, this is almost a complete waste of precious time.

Looking at Illidan who was grinning, Dick shrugged. Of course he knew what the radical demon hunter was going to do. In comparison, the Paladin felt that nothing happened in Azeroth. He thought it was so unimportant.

After all, this is where their foundation lies, so in the face of Illidan’s anger, Dick can only say softly,

"No way, this weapon hasn't really formed yet. It needs special energy injection to make it stronger. Only you can give it what it needs."

The King of Outland took a deep breath, probably accepting this explanation, and he gave a cold snort.

"So, what does it need?"

"Frost, evil and blood... The power of frost will be provided by Mr. Senegos, I need you to provide it to evil, no, don’t look at me like that...not literally, what I really need is your evil flame, I've gone through Azeroth and Draenor, and you alone have mastered this special technique."

The Paladin introduced Illidan to the old man Xin'dorei with white hair and white eyebrows sitting next to them. Actually, without his introduction, Illidan noticed this powerful guy when he entered the room. The dragon, without a doubt, can be seen from the active magical elements jumping around him, this is a blue dragon, the most powerful kind.

Senegos’s personality is much better than Malygos. He came here this time because of Dick’s invitation. Elder Long, Senegos was almost busy turning around. If it hadn't been for Dick's life-saving grace, he would not put aside the things at hand and give spirits to a weapon born for destruction.

But what surprised Senegos was that after coming, he also found another interesting guy, Illidan, the demon hunter, a guy who had entered the realm of demigods, but through Senegos’s eyes, look Only a cloud of chaos and violent mana was piled up.

It's hard to believe that those irritable forces will obey a mortal... but they just do that.

Just this guy made Senegos feel worthwhile.

"So, how do I inject evil flame? I'm done quickly, I'm still busy!"

Illidan stretched out his left hand, and a group of hot dark green flames appeared in his palms, but the strange thing was that the scorching heat enough to melt everything only surged within a range of less than 1 cm outside the flames, and beyond that range, there was a trace I can't feel the heat anymore.

This kind of terrifying power control made Dick extremely enthusiastic, but the Paladin was still sane. He raised the shadow front with both hands and pointed to the first of the three grooves on the axe, and said to Illidan,

"Here, inject the most essence of evil flame into this place. There is an energy extraction circle on it. It only needs a little bit to hold the essence of this power."

"But it can only last for less than 30 minutes!"

After hearing Dick’s explanation, Illidan clenched his fist and stretched out another finger. The dark green flame appeared at his fingertips, which was more active and gloomy than the previous flames. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I'm very curious, what on earth will you use these 30 minutes to do, within 30 minutes, take it to kill Arthas?"

Dick carefully brought the groove of the battle axe closer to Illidan's evil flame essence. At the moment of contact, a refreshing green light lit up the groove on the surface of the battle axe. The green lines soon It spread to one third of the notch on the face of the axe, making the black battle axe look very strange.

After doing all this, the Paladin breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Illidan,

"No, of course not! I want to use the ultimate evil, the ultimate frost and the ultimate blood, these three energy that belong to death, and merge into a sufficiently greedy soul, and only in this way can I make this battle axe truly Qualified to fight Frostmourne...I don't need it to cut off Frostmourne, I only need it to retain the powerful souls in Frostmourne...Otherwise, we will be defeated in the current form, and our manufacturing will be dragged down. !"

"Hey...the idea of ​​the weak!"

Illidan stood up, red light was shining in the black cloth on his eyes.

"If it were me, I would directly kill the master of the magic sword, and then use that power to strengthen myself instead of weakening it, but considering that you are weak, there is nothing wrong with this approach... Maybe you can wait. Once Illidari returns, I will personally help you solve this trouble."

The demon hunter stretched out his fingers, the slender claw nails pointed at himself, and pointed at Dick.

"You and I are working together, Arthas...it's nothing at all! As long as you take your Titan Legion first and help me remove the demons from Outland... I know you can do it, Dick, we should have stood there. Together! You should overlook sentient beings instead of thinking so much for a bunch of idiots like you are now!"

"It's very good, but unfortunately we can't wait that long!"

A hoarse voice violently interrupted Illidan's rather bewildering statement. Uther, wearing a sharp black helmet, walked in through the gate. The wind and snow behind him became a piece of wind and snow, and the face was sharp. The gloomy aura, the eyes under his battle helmet looked at Illidan,

"King of Outland? I've heard of you... I heard that you are fighting a protracted war?"

Illidan was not angry at Uther's interruption. On the contrary, he looked at Uther with interest.

"Yeah, that's a battlefield that is more powerful than these little fights, and I lack someone like you who can really fight. Are you interested in going there to chop off the heads of a few demon cubs?"

Uther’s response to this invitation was,

"No interest! I'm not here for this! Go ahead and fight your battle, you don't belong here. Dick, let me see that stuff!"

The Paladin shrugged and waved his hand. The Shadow Front whistled and flew towards Uther, who took it in his hand and waved it twice, then carefully observed the distribution of the magic patterns on the axe. Finally nodded,

"Well, it really is a genius-like idea! We never thought of solving the problem from this aspect. As long as the soul of this weapon is greedy enough, the souls killed by it will never want to escape, even Arthas will not think about it anymore. Resurrect those souls, just like apocalypse..."

As he said, the death knight's hand touched the hilt of the buzzing death ruling, "Unfortunately, the apocalypse is too uncontrollable, so we need such a controllable weapon... awesome! Dick, you solved it. A big trouble! Do you need me to infuse it with blood-boiled power of hatred?"

"um, yes!"

Dick nodded neatly, "Your blood power, Mr. Senegos’s ice power, plus Illidan’s evil flames, if we are lucky enough, this weapon will be very fast Will become Alsace’s nightmare."

"Well, let's start!"

Uther stretched out a finger, and blood-red energy surged at his fingertips. That was his most essential energy source. He carefully placed it in the second groove on the axe face, in the blood-red color. The moment the energy was filled with one-third of the green energy, Yingfeng let out a violent hum.

It's like... a sleeping guy is awakened, but in fact these are just two completely different energies, the appearance of conflict within the Tomahawk.

And with the passage of time, the frequency of this beating is rapidly becoming faster.

Senegos also stepped forward. He stretched out his fingers. The huge, lavender magic power surged between him. Then, under the incomparable magic power of the blue dragon, it turned into the coldest frost, in the white light. The instant the dot appeared, the temperature of the entire room dropped by at least 10 degrees.

After the hoarfrost-like energy completely occupied the remaining one-third, Ying Feng whistled and rolled up a touch of colorful light and shadow, wrapped around the body of the battle axe.

Uther let go of his palm, and under the conflict of three completely different forces, it floated into the air. The coldest frost condensed an ice blade on its hideous axe blade, and then fixed the entire axe face to a layer. In the clear and icy ice surface, the dark green flame was also beating, twisting and melting the black steel at the junction of the axe blade and the axe handle, and finally, under a certain roaring will, formed the horned skeleton of Frostmourne. An ornament similar to the pendant, with two glazes of ice blue, beating in the skull's eye sockets.

Finally, Uther's blood abhorrent power completely activates the rune on the axe blade. It is a rune modeled after Frostmourne, and it also has the characteristic of absorbing souls.

This change lasted for nearly 10 minutes. In the end, in the whisper of a cold wind, the battle axe finally took shape. After the last light spread, the purple, deep soul power wrapped around the battle axe. Like a soldier guarding the king, this represents the spirit of a new weapon, possessing the power to manipulate the soul.

Just like Frostmourne, although it may be weaker, it is enough.

When looking at this gorgeous, hideous and weird weapon, everyone, including Dick and Uther, felt the malice at the soul level. This is a greedy guy. Even if he was just born, he couldn’t wait to want it. Taste the taste of the soul.

A real villain! But the villain they need now!

The death knight stretched out his hand and held it in his hand, while the battle axe whizzed and wanted to jump out of his palm, and the death ruling behind it was constantly tapping Uther's body.

The death knight lord finally gave up this attempt. He shook his head.

"The Apocalypse is stopping me... Dick, it should be yours! Only you can tame this wild and greedy soul."

"No, neither can I."

The Paladin stretched out his hand, and the silver-filled fire of justice appeared in the palm of his hand. He shook his head, "My spirit has been tied to this weapon, the same as your situation, so...we have to give it again. Find a master, and it must be as fast as possible."

After speaking, the Paladin looked at Illidan, who was standing on the side with his shoulders.

"And you, old friend, I promise...I will go to Delano one day and accomplish the things I told you, but not recently... Don't worry, I will participate in this war."

"By the way, bring me something to Sylvanas, she will need this."