Azeroth Trail of Light

The 25 years of the Dark Portal have passed by, and the end of the year is coming soon.

But this year is not a good time. The news from the north always makes ordinary people a little worried, but fortunately, it will not affect their lives for a while, so the kingdoms generally remain quiet, except for the most The Kingdom of Stormwind at the southern tip.

As September approached, a major event happened 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 inspect the sanctuary in the west wilderness, and all the accompanying priests died under the attack of the mob , the Archbishop was seriously injured, and when the Knights of Stormwind arrived, Lord Benedictus was already in distress.

The royal family of Stormwind City did not dare to conceal this matter, and almost transparently informed the entire process of the death of the archbishop to those people who were almost crazy.

According to the information brought back by SI7 and the knights, a real battle took place at the place where the archbishop died. Exactly the same, the terrible shadow energy still entrenched there, will tear to pieces any ordinary person who recklessly enters it.

Judging from the things found at the scene, the archbishop was clearly not killed by humans or intelligent creatures, because there were some insect-like limbs at the scene, as well as the wild shadow and death energy, which is easy to think of. to the ongoing war in Northrend.

A week later, a murder weapon was officially exhibited, a broken rune sword. In the whole world, only one creature can use this weapon, the death knight!

So the truth came out!

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

Sadly, 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 he would permanently place the bust of the archbishop in the North County Abbey, and gave the archbishop endless honors, Benedict Lord Tas dedicated his whole life to the will of the Holy Light. He had no relatives or heirs. His death was as heavy as a page in history had been turned.

At the end of the funeral, King Varian swore in front of the weeping people that he would never give in to Alsace and would fight to the end. He also announced that he would form the second expeditionary army of the Kingdom of Stormwind to fight in Northrend. All of a sudden, the believers who were dominated by pain responded one after another. In less than a week, the legion was fully staffed and marched to Northrend.

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

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

Of course, there are also some "smart people" who will question why the Lich King can send powerful assassins to assassinate Lord Benedictus so far when the war in Northrend is so fierce. , How could the itinerary of a big man like him be leaked?

But after these "smart people" expressed their doubts, most of them were invited to drink tea by MI7. In the dead of night, he was secretly sent to the Northrend battlefield.

Everything was harmonious, and there were no major problems, especially after some loyal priests of the Guangming Cathedral voluntarily joined the army. suppressed.

Well, this can probably 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 filled with scorching heat. The sound of heavy forging is constantly coming from the inside. The temperature in the room has reached at least 50 degrees. Ordinary people will be burned when they walk in. Obviously, what is being forged here, It is no ordinary weapon.

The Bronzebeard Prince Muradin waved the black forging hammer in his hand, and carefully tapped on a red-burned, unquenched primitive battle-axe in front of him, while Dick stood aside with his hands tied, even if it was From the perspective of a master blacksmith, the dwarf prince's forging skills are outrageous. 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 head again, and tapped lightly on the edge of the ax blade, then heaved a sigh of relief, put the small hammer aside, and took the towel handed by Dick , wiped the sweat from his head, and then winked at Dick.

The latter immediately brought out a bucket of water exuding white coldness from the side, and under the wrapping of the holy light, he carefully held the edge of the bucket and poured it into the sink next to him. Just at the moment of contact, the temperature was as low as The sharp water flow covered the area around the sink with a thick layer of frost.

That is the water taken from the ten-thousand-year-old glacier near Frost Castle. It is definitely one of the coldest liquids in Azeroth. Only such a 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 ax with iron tongs, and then put it into the water.

"crack la la la"

It wasn't the white mist that came out when ordinary weapons were quenched, but was directly frozen in the water flow. After a few seconds, Muradin reached out and touched the exposed ax handle, and nodded to Dick.

The paladin raised his fist, and the scorching holy light danced on his fist, and then he punched the long strip of ice in front of him, and finally with one hand, he pulled out a dark, gorgeous and ferocious one, as if it had a life of its own. The same black battle ax was held in his hand.

"Fu...it's done, Shadow Front!"

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

This is a black single-edged axe. Two sharp spear points are pulled out from the left and right sides of the axe, forming a straight line. At the same time, it has been improved. On the position of the back of the ax is a small raised ax blade, just like a protruding blade, which is also extremely lethal.

At the place where the center of both sides of the battle ax connects with the handle, there are two blue gems inlaid, which are the most perfect soul gems taken from the Black Sickle Council, and on the surface of the battle ax, there are also reserved There are dense ravines, which are prepared for the later spirit injection and enchantment.

The entire battle ax is 1.5 meters long. It is a real two-handed ax with a simple appearance, but when it is held by Dick, the fierce aura is already revealed. On the edge of the handle, the names of Muradin and Dick are engraved. It is the tradition of forging masters. Only when the works that satisfy the most demanding masters come out, they will leave their names on it.

Muradin stroked the weapon with fascination, and he took it from Dick. This battle ax was obviously too long for a dwarf, but this did not affect the warrior's love for this weapon.

"This is simply the most perfect masterpiece! The balance, lethality, ductility, sturdiness, energy conduction, and even the shape are all perfect! The moment it was built, it already possessed the true qualities of becoming a legendary weapon. It needs a little injection of energy to make it have its own soul!"

The master slammed his lips, and regretfully returned the tomahawk to Dick,

"I really envy you, you can own such a real weapon. The bloody storm it caused on the battlefield will become the beginning of its true legend. Shadow Front, tsk tsk, this name fits it well!"

Dick shook his head, he looked at the battle ax in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"No, I'm not going to use it, and it's not finished, it's just the beginning, it's going to take on a job that no other weapon can, but thankfully, we've already done the most complicated step. "

"So you're going to give it to someone else?"

Muradin frowned. He took out the pipe from his pocket, lit it on the scorching fire, then looked at Dick, and whispered,

"I don't suggest you do this, Dick. Legendary weapons have their own souls and characteristics. It's not as simple as you think. If this weapon is tamed by others, you will lose it forever! Listen to me My brother said that Thaurissan of Black Iron was lucky enough to forge a legendary weapon. In order to forge that thing, he hollowed out the entire Darkforge City, and was even willing to surrender to Ironforge. The core of the Demon King, without that, it would be impossible for him to succeed at his level... Well, that’s a long way off.”

The old dwarf shook his shoulders apologetically, and then emphasized his tone,

"Who are you going to use it for?"

"I don't know yet...I'm not sure, who has the luck and will to be recognized by Shadowmourne."

While Dick was discussing with Muradin, Uther frowned and looked at the messenger in front of him in the Black Blade Floating City above the Angaza camp.

It was a frost dwarf riding a giant eagle. He claimed to be King Yogg Stormheart and the emissary of the user of the Holy Light, but under cross-examination by the guards, he insisted on seeing Uther in person before speaking out. The mission he shouldered, Thassarian was confused by the dwarf's stupid temper, and finally had to take him to the central hall of the floating city.

In fact, when he saw Uther, the messenger trembled with fear.

This is not to say that frost dwarves are timid. Any creature will have this kind of instinctive fear when they see Uther. It is the fear of low-level life for high-level life, and it is the resistance of life itself to death. The prey is like the hunter.

"Speak! Dwarf, what news do you bring?"

Uther moved his hands impatiently. The closer he got to Alsace, the more intense his inner anger became. In fact, if the Ebon Blade Knights did not need to be repaired, he would have rushed into 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 send a message to Mr. Uther. He is waiting for you at the K3 base in the Storm Cliff. If you want to see the Lich King's destruction urgently, please Better go see him, he says he has forged a weapon that can fight the sword!"

"Um?"

The expression on Uther's face immediately became subtle. He waved his hand, and Thassarian left with the messenger. After thinking for a while, the death knight picked up the helmet he put on the table, Stride to the flying platform.

"It's interesting...Dick, what kind of weird stuff did you come up with!"