Chapter 470

The golden thunder flashed through the air, and the flower shaped Flame did not disperse in the air, followed by a slight burning smell. When the lingering light fog slowly dispersed, Dick appeared at the gate of the headquarters of the United forces. The Paladin with weapons saw clearly the badges on Dick's chest, and immediately straightened up.

"Welcome! Great order Knight

"Well! Good day, warriors. "

He said hello to the guard. He could see that he was carrying a long wooden box. The gray wooden box was wrapped with silver chains for several times. As he walked, he could see the golden runes beating on the chains, which seemed to be twisting and reshaping every moment.

"There's a dark smell in the air. I can feel that you've brought something bad."

Dick just walked out a few steps, a leisurely voice sounded behind him. The paladin looked back and saw old ferding who had just jumped from the horse. The old knight seemed to have just returned from patrol. He held his helmet, threw his whip to his bodyguard, and then strode up.

Old Fordring came forward, gave him a hug and patted him on the shoulder,

"Everyone here has to thank you, Dick. Welcome back!"

Dick grinned, and then the old knight's eyes fell on the wooden box behind him. He reached out to touch it, but Dick dodged.

This action made the old knight's eyes narrow and he lowered his voice,

"The secret?"

Dick looked at him and shook his head,

"No, danger!"

Ten minutes later, Mograine, the great Knight stationed at fortagen fortress, arrived late. He was the last one to open the door of the meeting room. There were at least seven people waiting inside. All of them were the real leaders of the coalition.

And on the table of the seven, there was the wooden box.

The silver chain has been untied and has lost its shackles. The roar of darkness surging inside almost shakes everyone's nerves. Those who are sensitive to this kind of breath, such as old Fordring, whose energy is inclined to save, sit far away and still rub their forehead with their fingers.

Obviously, this thing brought him a lot of trouble. As soon as Mograine walked into the hall, he was carried by the flame burning Epee behind him and couldn't help beating. This scene made the knight stop.

The will of the sword is telling him that there is danger in front of him!

"Who can tell me what this thing is?"

Mograine carefully suppressed the restless Ashbringer with his holy energy, then raised his head and swept around the faces of the people. Finally, he focused on dick, who was sitting next to sarufal, and accentuated his tone,

"Dick?"

The paladin did not speak. He stood up and breathed,

"Well, everyone's here, so I'll be frank."

"When I entered Northrend, I was thinking about a problem. I believe that all of you have encountered this problem. In the last encounter of the Dragon sleep temple, Lord sarufar killed ravendale, one of the four knights of the apocalypse, Mograine killed kurtaz, King Varian and others joined hands to tear down mallogar, but we also saw that, Just yesterday, ravendale was back on the battlefield in angassa. "

"The souls of these guys are stored in frostmourning. For the dead souls, as long as their souls are still alive, they can be revived. So even if we kill all the valiant generals under Alsace at one time, we have to face them again in less than two days. What Alsace has lost is just some dark magic, supplemented by the magic node of icecap glacier, He doesn't want it at all. "

Dick's eyes fell on the wooden box on the table,

"Ice breaking is imminent. To improve the success rate, we have to find ways to weaken natural disasters. The premise is to prevent the resurrection of the high-level dead again and again."

"So, I brought this!"

"Pa!"

Dick's walking stick is patted on the top of the wooden box. The box splits from the top and spreads out in four directions, revealing the ice blue Tomahawk in it. At the moment when the box full of detention runes is opened, the substantive dark energy rushes out in all directions, like a demon just released!

"Shua Shua Shua"

At the moment when the dark energy strikes, the light shields around Verdin, Mograine, Veron and boval activate at the same time. The anger of sarufal and Cain Bloodhoof surges up like a flame. With a wave of his left hand, woking, who is sitting next to him, disperses the wild darkness. General shantis holds the wooden amulet on his waist, Her shining moonlight also completely burned the darkness.

Roglio Zhuxing, the representative of Quel'Thalas, cut the darkness with a dagger. Goraya, the old Troll of Zandala, completely ignored the darkness and allowed it to approach his body.

"It's not funny at all! If it were anyone else, I would have put him in jail long ago! "

Mograine's tone was very angry, but when his eyes fell on the ice blue Tomahawk, he could not say what he was going to say.

"How does this Tomahawk... And..."

"It's like frostmourning, isn't it?"

Dick's voice was very soft, but it was steadily introduced into everyone's ears. "Yes, it's a weapon modeled on frostmourning. It even has the same function... It absorbs the soul, absorbs the soul, enhances the power of the soul, and most importantly, we can use it to resist frostmourning!"

The paladin's left hand fell on the handle of the axe, which was constantly roaring at the soul level. You can see that the axe kept humming, trying to jump out of his control, but the dispersion of the power of order completely suppressed it.

Dick put it in front of him, his eyes full of cold appreciation,

"It is greedy, but its purpose is to cut down all false things!"

"It's evil, but it's the voice that says to fight violence with violence!"

"It is angry, but its mission is to clean up the evils of the world!"

"When the myriad souls of hell unfold behind it..."

"Even God! Tremble before it, too

When Dick put the axe back on the table, his voice became low, but it was as shocking as the roaring axe,

"I call it the shadow of sorrow, the shadow of justice, the endless sorrow that blooms at the end of evil!"

The paladin looked at the quiet hall and sighed,

"I have solved ninety-nine problems for its emergence, so now there is only one problem left... Which one of you is willing to wave it?"

No one answered. Although the power of the axe really intoxicated everyone, any rational person could see the hidden risk behind the intoxication. King sarufal pointed to the axe, and his tone was a little suspicious,

"Frostmourning has transformed Alsace from a Paladin to a death knight. Will it... Shadowmourning have the same risk?"

"Frankly, I don't know!"

Dick sat on the chair, his hands on his knees, his chin down in his palm. "I can hold it because I'm one of its creators, but even so, it still doesn't want to obey me, so I don't know what it will bring to his new owner, but there are two things I'm sure of."

"First of all, people who already have artifact like weapons can't tame them, which Uther and I have tried. The instinct will of artifact like weapons will prevent us from accepting such a weapon."

"Secondly, no matter a soldier or a Ranger, no matter a paladin or even a priest, as long as he can tame the greedy soul, he can hold all his power. But there must be some influence on himself. After all, this is a magic weapon in nature. I can't really confirm whether it will transform our own power."

Woking's eyes drew back from the Tomahawk. His left hand kept turning a string of delicate white bone rosary beads. After hearing what Dick said, he said,

"During my father's lifetime, I learned a lot about how to make voodoo magic weapons from him. One of the ways is to make a magic weapon first, then find a less powerful owner for it, and let the magic weapon control the user... Although I hate this practice, if this sacrifice is necessary, we might as well..."

"No way!"

This time, it was Cain, the chief of Tauren. The big man's tail swung on the ground. His eyes were full of fear when he looked at the sad battle axe of shadow. For tauren who advocated nature, this evil weapon should not appear at all.

But from the commander's point of view, he sincerely hoped that this weapon would be used as Dick said, he explained to woking,

"Chief wokin, you came late and didn't fight with Alsace head on. The sword in his hand erodes the soul almost all the time. If you give such a weapon to a weak willed guy, if you really face the sadness of frost, his powerful power can't help him at all, and he is likely to be defeated at the first time."

"Therefore, the meaning of Knight Dick is very obvious. To hold the axe, you must first pass this test, at least prove that you will not lose in this kind of will level confrontation, which is even more important than your own strength."

Woking nodded and stopped talking. He also saw the difficulty of the problem. Will one of you come forward to respond to this kind of gamble that may lose everything?

"I have a question, Dick."

A voice came from behind the crowd. It was old Fordring. The paladin untied the armor of his left hand. He moved his wrist, stood up and looked at Dick,

"Does this weapon affect the user's thinking?"

Dick looked at the old knight. "As long as you really tame it, it won't be affected... But fording, are you sure you want to try? In fact, in my opinion, you are not the most suitable person. The opposition between the light and death will make it more difficult for you to control it. "

"But somebody has to give it a try. I think I'm fit."

"I'm eager to end this, I'm eager to go back to mantelpiece and watch my hometown and my country rebuild, and participate in it myself," old Fordring said

The old knight took a deep breath. "The name of my holy light is salvation. Its attack power is not as good as Mograine, nor as good as Lord sarufar. They are more helpful to the situation, and I have only my experience in helping the coalition forces, but I prefer to end it myself. We have wasted too much time on this matter and sacrificed too much, former king Terenas, Uther, kurtaz, dasohan, and the soldiers who died as a result... It's time to end this. "

As they watched, old Fordring came to the table. His face was no longer young, but his eyes were still shining. His palm touched the handle of the axe, which was beating with sadness of shadow, and his voice was a little tired,

"I've lost too much because of this damn war, and you know... I'm very old..."