Chapter 468

Dark gate 25 years of time leisurely flow, soon reached the end of the year.

But this year is not a good time. The news from the North always worries ordinary people. Fortunately, it will not affect their lives for a while and a half, so all the kingdoms are still quiet, except for the storm Kingdom at the southernmost end of the east continent.

Towards September, a big event happened in storm Kingdom, which shocked the whole civilized world.

The Archbishop benedetas, the incarnation of the holy light and the great man known as "saints", was attacked on the way to inspect the sanctuary in the western wilderness. All the accompanying priests died under the attack of the mobs. The archbishop was seriously injured. When the Knights of Stormwind arrived, the Archbishop benedetas was already in distress.

The royal family of storm city did not dare to hide this kind of thing, and almost transparently informed the whole process of the Archbishop's death to those crazy people.

According to the news as like as two peas and knights brought back, a real war happened in the place where the Archbishop fell. The ground was all ravaged by the furious energy of the terrible rift, and the fanatical believers went to the scene to see the same result. The terrible shadow energy still entrenched there, and would tear all the ordinary people who had entered the rash into fragments.

According to the things found at the scene, the archbishop was not killed by human beings or intelligent creatures, because there were some insect like limb segments at the scene, as well as the wild shadow and death energy, which easily reminds people of the war in Northrend.

A week later, a murder weapon was officially displayed, a broken Rune sword. Only one creature in the world can use this weapon, death knight!

So the truth came out!

The crazy Lich King sent someone to assassinate the leader of the Holy Light Church, and the madman had every reason to do so! Because to kill Archbishop benedetas would be a blow to the whole civilized world.

Unfortunately, those lunatics succeeded!

King Varian, who had just returned to the capital from the northern front, personally presided over the funeral of Archbishop beneditas. He announced that the bust of the Archbishop would be permanently placed in the North County monastery, and he gave the Archbishop endless honors. Lord beneditas devoted his life to the will of the holy light, without relatives or children, His death is as heavy as turning the page of history.

At the end of the funeral, King Varian swore in front of the crying people that he would not give in to Alsace and fight to the end. He also announced that he would set up the second expeditionary army of storm kingdom to fight in Northrend. At that time, the believers dominated by pain responded one after another. In less than a week, the army was full and went to Northrend.

It is worth mentioning that the materials donated by the believers are enough for storm kingdom to establish four expeditionary legions of the same scale. However, in order not to affect the ongoing battle of clearing up the evil cult of Twilight Church in the Kingdom, the royal family finally did not send a third expeditionary Legion.

But this kind of practice, this kind of good deeds for the sake of justice, has been unanimously recognized by the people.

Of course, some "smart people" will question why the Lich King can send powerful assassins to kill benedetas in such a fierce war in Northrend. Most importantly, how can the itinerary of such a big man be disclosed?

However, after expressing their doubts, most of these "smart people" were invited to tea by mi7, while those who did not change after repeated education would be secretly sent to Northrend's battlefield in the name of "volunteering to join the army for Lord beneditas's Revenge" in the dead of night.

Everything is harmonious, and there is no big problem. Especially after some loyal priests of the Cathedral of light volunteered to join the army, the evil cult disaster in the whole kingdom was completely suppressed in the next two months.

Well, it 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 evils. Finally, under the guidance of justice, they completely defeated madness and evil.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

This is a forging room full of hot breath. Heavy forging sound is constantly coming from the inside. The temperature in the room is at least above 50 degrees. Ordinary people will be burned when they walk in. Obviously, what is being built here is not an ordinary weapon.

With a black forging hammer in his hand, Muradin, the prince of bronze whiskers, carefully knocked on a red, unheated, archetypal Tomahawk in front of him, while Dick stood aside with his hands tied. Even from the perspective of a master blacksmith, this dwarf Prince's forging skills were very high. In fact, Dick always doubted that Muradin and Magny had a high level of forging skills, Probably one of Azeroth's most brilliant blacksmiths.

"Bang"

The dwarf put down the forging hammer in his hand, picked up a small hammer again, tapped it gently on the edge of the axe blade, and then with a sigh of relief, put the hammer aside, took the towel from Dick, wiped the sweat on the head, and winked at Dick.

The latter immediately put forward a bucket of white cold water from the side, wrapped in the holy light, carefully carried the edge of the bucket and poured it into the nearby sink. Just at the moment of contact, the temperature of the water was so low that it covered the sink with a thick layer of frost.

It's water taken from the ten thousand year glacier near the iceberg. It's definitely one of the coldest liquids in Azeroth. Only at this temperature can the weapon complete the perfect quenching process in an instant.

Muradin carefully picked up the proembryo of the Tomahawk with pliers and put it into the water

"Hua la la"

It wasn't the white water mist that came from the quenching of ordinary weapons, but it was directly frozen in the water. A few seconds later, Muradin reached for the handle of the axe and nodded to Dick.

The paladin raised his fist, and the burning holy light danced on it. Then he hit the long ice in front of him with one fist. Finally, with one hand, he took a black, gorgeous and ferocious axe, which was the same as the life of the Buddha.

"Fura... Finished, shadow front!"

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

This is a black single blade axe. Two sharp spear points are pulled out from the left and right of the blade to form a straight line. On the blade, there are three convex small blades, which can improve the lethality and beauty of the axe at the same time. On the back of the axe, there is a convex small blade, just like the convex blade, which is also very destructive.

There are two blue gems inlaid in the center of both sides of the axe and the place where the handle is connected. They are the most perfect soul gems from the black sickle Council. On the surface of the axe, there are also dense gullies, which are prepared for later enchantment and enchantment.

The whole Tomahawk is 1.5 meters long. The real two handed axe has a simple shape. But when Dick holds it in his hand, the ferocity has been revealed. Undoubtedly, on the edge of the handle, the names of Muradin and Dick are engraved. This is the tradition of forging masters. Only when the works that satisfy the harsh masters come out, will they leave their names on it.

Muradin caressed the weapon with an enchanted face. He took it from Dick. The axe was obviously too long for the dwarf, but it didn't affect the soldier's love for the weapon,

"This is the most perfect masterpiece! Balance, lethality, malleability, firmness, energy transmission, even shape, are perfect! The moment it was built, it had the real quality of becoming a legendary weapon. It only needed a little energy injection to make it have its own soul

The master smashed his mouth and regretfully returned the Tomahawk to Dick,

"I really envy you for having such a real weapon. The bloody storm it raised on the battlefield will become the beginning of its true legend. Yingfeng, tut Tut, this name is very suitable for it!"

But Dick shook his head. He looked at the axe in his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth,

"No, I'm not going to use it, and it's not finished yet, it's just the beginning, it's going to take on an important task that no other weapon can take on, but fortunately, we've completed the most complicated step."

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

Muradin frowned. He took his pipe out of his arms, lit it on the blazing fire, looked at Dick and whispered,

"I don't suggest you do that, Dick. Legendary weapon has its own soul and characteristics. It's not as simple as you think. If this weapon is tamed by others, you will lose it forever! I heard from my brother that sorison of black iron made a legendary weapon by luck. In order to forge that thing, he emptied the whole dark furnace City, and even was willing to bow to the iron furnace castle. The lucky guy got the core of the king of the fire. Without that, he could not succeed at his level... OK, far away. "

The old dwarf shook his shoulders apologetically, then accentuated,

"Who are you going to give it to?"

"I don't know yet... I'm not sure who has the luck and will to be admitted by shadow sadness."

While Dick and Muradin were discussing, Uther frowned and looked at the messenger in front of her in the black front floating city far above angassa camp.

It was a frost dwarf riding a giant eagle. He claimed to be the messenger of the king of the storm heart and the user of the holy light. However, under the interrogation of the guards, he insisted on seeing Uther in person before he could tell his mission. Sasaryan was so confused by the dwarf's cold temper that he had to take him to the most central hall of the floating city.

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

This is not to say that frost dwarfs are timid. When any creature sees Uther, it will have this kind of instinctive fear. It is the fear of lower life to higher life, and the resistance of life itself to death, just like the prey meets the hunter.

"Say it! Dwarf, what's your message? "

Uther moved his hands impatiently. The closer he got to Alsace, the more furious he was. In fact, if the Knights of the black front didn't need to be repaired, he would have taken these dead Knights into the icecap glacier.

Facing the impatient death knight Lord, frost dwarf gritted his teeth and said aloud,

"Mr. Dick Tang, let me take a message to Mr. Uther. He is waiting for you at K3 base of storm cliff. If you want to see the destruction of the Lich King, you'd better go to see him. He said that he has forged weapons that can fight against the magic sword!"

"Well?"

The expression on Uther's face immediately became delicate. He waved, and sasaryan left with the messenger. After thinking about it, the death knight picked up his helmet on the table and strode to the flight platform.

"It's funny... Dick, what's the weird thing you've done!"