Chapter 469

The storm cliff is covered with endless cold wind and Blizzard all year round, which makes this place a world of ice and snow. The altitude of this place is so high that ordinary creatures can't survive here. This also makes this place a cruel world. Finally, the strongest guys can have their own homes here.

But in recent months, the war of the orthodox Titan creation has spread to the whole storm cliff. A week ago, the heroic legions broke through the defense of the iron dwarves in the snowdrift plain, where they formed an alliance with the earth spirits who stick to the temple of the earth and the Titan faith, Completely drove the iron dwarves and the iron viku out of the area.

He also captured the super giant iron statues built there by iron dwarfs, but they have not been built yet. Probably no one can build them except iron dwarfs.

But the next war is not so easy to fight.

In the news from heimdar, it shows that the suspected figures of torrim and Loken appear in the mountains near the palace of the creator, probably planning some bad things.

But in the present form, Dick can only entrust the front-line war to hamdal, and the last batch of magic ancient legions activated from nalaxa engine has been in place. Although the number is still weak, with the continuous migration of the Earth Spirit kingdom in Grizzly Hills, this disadvantage is being quickly made up.

Now Dick has to focus on one thing. After the battle of angassa, the paladin encountered an unexpected situation. He can't do anything until he solves Alsace.

It's not about how strong Alsace is. It's about how the hell the neurotic mission system, which hasn't been informed for more than two years, reacts after he and Veron jointly create the sword.

"Drop... Dark capsize"

"Special rule item detected - Unknown"

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

"Reward: twist 7% - 10%"

"Note: rules! Make up all things in the world

At first, Dick thought that this unknown special rule item was agrama's shield, but later found that it was not this thing, but the crystal stone, which Anduin picked up from the ashes of Hella's spontaneous combustion. At first, he didn't show this thing to Odin, but now it seems to be a good thing.

After Odin told him the theory of the foundation of the world, Dick already knew how precious this kind of thing containing the manifestation of the rules of the world is.

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

They were looking at the Tomahawk that was placed on the stone table in front of them.

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

Illidan looked at dick with great dissatisfaction. With his current character, if it wasn't for Dick's being one of his few reliable guys, he would have cut him to death with a knife. In the view of leader elidary, although this thing is not bad, it's not worth a trip to the two worlds.

Especially when the storm fortress is ready for a long voyage, it's almost a waste of precious time.

Looking at Illidan, Dick shrugs. Of course, he knows what the radical demon hunter is going to do. However, the paladin thinks that what happened to Azeroth is not as important as he thought.

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

"I can't help it. This weapon hasn't really formed yet. It needs special energy injection to make it stronger. What it needs is only you can give it."

The king of Outland took a deep breath and probably accepted the explanation. He snorted coldly,

"So, what does it need?"

"Frost, evil and blood... The power of frost will be provided by Mr. cenagous. I need you to provide it. Evil, no, don't look at me like that... It's not literal. What I really need is your evil flame. It's all over Azeroth and Delano. You're the only one holding this special skill."

The paladin introduced to Illidan the old man with white hair and white eyebrows who was sitting next to them. In fact, when Illidan entered the room, he noticed the powerful guy. It was a dragon. No doubt, it could be seen from the active magic elements around him. It was a blue dragon, The most powerful one.

Senegos is much better than marigos in character. This time, he came here because of Dick's invitation. After returning to the magic pivot, there were many affairs in the clan. As the blue dragon elder next only to marigos, senegos was almost busy. If it wasn't for Dick's help, he would not give up what he was doing, For a weapon of destruction.

To cenagos's surprise, he found another interesting guy, Illidan, a demon hunter who had entered the realm of demigod. But through cenagos's eyes, he saw only a chaotic and violent pile of demons.

It's hard to believe that those irascible forces will submit to a mortal... But that's exactly what they do.

This guy alone made cenagos feel worthy of his trip.

"So, how to inject the evil flame? Hurry to finish it. I'm still busy! "

Illidan stretched out his left hand, and a hot dark green flame appeared in his palm. But strangely, the heat enough to melt everything only surged in less than 1 cm outside the flame. Beyond that range, no heat could be felt.

This kind of terrible power of energy control made Dick very interested, but the paladin still kept his sense. He raised the shadow blade with both hands, pointed to the first of the three grooves on the surface of the axe, and said to Illidan,

"Here, the essence of the evil flame is injected here, which has the energy extraction matrix, which only needs a little bit, and it can hold the essence of this power."

"But it only lasts 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 flame. There was a trace of irony in his voice,

"I'm curious, what are you going to do with these 30 minutes, and take it to kill Alsace in 30 minutes?"

Dick carefully approached the groove of the Tomahawk to the essence of Illidan's evil flame. At the moment of contact, the green light of a man's delight lifted the groove on the surface of the Tomahawk, and the green line quickly spread to the 1/3 position of the hatchet face, so that the black axe looked strange.

After all this, the paladin was relieved. He looked at Illidan,

"No, of course not! I want to use the extreme evil, the extreme frost and the extreme blood, which belong to the same energy of death, to fuse a soul that is greedy enough. Only in this way can this Tomahawk really have the qualification to fight against frostmourning... I don't need it to cut frostmourning, I just need it to intercept those powerful souls in frostmourning... Otherwise, we will be dragged down if we fight in the present form! "

"Bang... The idea of the weak!"

Illidan stood up, his eyes shining red in the black cloth,

"If it was me, I would kill the master of the magic sword directly, and then use that power to strengthen myself instead of trying to weaken it. However, considering that you are weak, it's not unreasonable to do so... Maybe you can wait a moment, and I will help you solve this problem myself after elidar's return."

The demon hunter held out his finger, and the long claw nail pointed to himself, and then to Dick,

"You and I work together, just Alsace... Nothing at all! As long as you take your Titan Legion and help me get rid of the demons in Outland... I know you can do it, Dick, we should have stood together! You should look down on all living beings instead of thinking so much about a group of fools as you do now! "

"Well said, but we can't wait that long!"

A hoarse voice rudely interrupted Illidan's lonely and confused voice. Uther, with a sharp black helmet, came in through the gate. The wind and snow behind him were continuous, and the sharp dark smell came to his face. His eyes under the helmet looked at Illidan,

"The king of Outland? I've heard of you... I've heard of you fighting a long war? "

Illidan was not angry at Uther's interruption. Instead, he looked at Uther with interest,

"Yes, that's a more powerful battlefield than these little fights, and I don't have a guy like you who can really fight. Are you interested in going there and chopping off the heads of some devil cubs?"

Uther's response to the invitation was,

"No interest! I'm not here for that! Go on fighting your battles. You don't belong here. Dick, let me see that thing! "

The paladin shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand, and the shadow blade roared to Uther. The latter took one of them in his hand and waved it twice. Then he carefully observed the distribution of the magic patterns on the surface of the axe, and finally nodded,

"Well, it's really a genius idea! We have never thought of solving the problem from this aspect. As long as the soul of this weapon is greedy enough, those souls killed by it will not escape. Even Arthas will not try to revive those souls again, just like the Apocalypse... "

Then the death knight's hand touched the handle of the buzzing death verdict. "Unfortunately, the Apocalypse is too uncontrollable, so we need such a controllable weapon... Great! Dick, you solved a big problem! Do you need me to infuse it with blood and boiling hatred? "

"Well, yes!"

Dick nodded cleanly. "The power of your blood, the power of Mr. cenagous's ice, and the power of evil in Illidan's evil flame. If we are lucky enough, this weapon will soon become a nightmare for Alsace."

"Well, let's start!"

Uther stretched out a finger, and the blood red energy surged on his fingertips. That was the essence of his energy. He put it carefully in the second grooves of the hatchet, and at that moment, when the blood red energy was filled with the 1/3 position of the green energy, the movie front made a violent buzz.

It's like... A sleeping guy is awakened, but in fact, it's just the appearance of two completely different energies conflicting within the Tomahawk.

And with the passage of time, the frequency of this kind of beating is fast.

Cenagos also stepped forward, he stretched out his finger, huge, lavender magic surging between him, and then in the incomparable magic attainments of blue dragon, all turned into the coldest frost, in the moment that the white light spot appeared, the temperature of the whole room dropped at least 10 degrees.

And after the frost like energy completely occupied the remaining one-third, the shadow front whistled and rolled up a touch of colorful light and shadow, wrapped around the whole body of the Tomahawk.

Uther let go of his hand. Under the conflict of three different forces, Uther floated into the air. The coldest frost condensed the ice blade on its ferocious blade, and then fixed the whole surface of the axe in a layer of clear and cold ice. The dark green flame also jumped, twisting and melting the black steel at the junction of the blade and the handle, Finally, under some kind of roaring will, the ornament similar to Frost's sad horn Skull Pendant was formed. Two drops of ice blue light beat in the skull's eyes.

Finally, Uther's blood abhorrence completely activates the rune on the axe blade. It is a rune made in imitation of frostmourning, which also has the characteristics of absorbing soul.

This change lasted nearly 10 minutes. Finally, in the whistling of a cold wind, the Tomahawk finally took shape. After the last ray of light dispersed, purple, deep soul power wrapped around the Tomahawk, just like the soldiers defending the king, which represents the new spirit of weapons, with the power to manipulate the soul.

It's like frostmourning. It may be weaker, but it's enough.

When looking at this gorgeous, ferocious and weird weapon, people, even including Dick and Uther, feel the malice of the soul. This is a greedy guy. Even if he is just born, he can't wait to taste the taste of the soul.

A real villain! But it's the villain they need now!

The death knight stretched out his hand and held it in his hand, while the Tomahawk was whistling to beat his heart out of his hand. The death verdict behind him was beating Uther's body.

The Lord of death knight finally gave up the 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, I can't either."

The paladin held out his hand, and the silver fire of justice appeared in his hand. He shook his head. "My spirit has been tied to this weapon, just like yours, so... We have to find a master for it again, and as soon as possible."

With that, the paladin looked at Illidan, who was standing with his shoulders in his arms,

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

"By the way, bring me something for Sylvanas. She'll need this."