"Spying on Arthas, huh!" Mal'Ganis let out a dry, cold, and harsh laugh.
"I am not you, foolish little girl, delicious food for the Orcs, a lackey of the Guardians, a shameless dog. The will of the Nathrezim is free, and no one can command us."
Jaina bit her lip. Though flustered, she had to fulfill the Guardian's orders and explained:
"Arthas's power does not belong to you; it is not a power you can control. That power requires a special bloodline, and you are merely a Dreadlord. You do not possess that ability."
Jaina raised her voice, saying, "Only the Guardian is worthy of Arthas's power. You'd better give up such wishful thinking; your efforts are doomed to failure, and you will gain nothing."
Mal'Ganis frowned slightly. The idea of bloodlines really struck him. Dreadlords were masters of the soul, but they were powerless when it came to plundering bloodlines, since their bodies were not made of mortal flesh and blood.
If this is true, his efforts are destined to be in vain.
"So what will I get in return?" Mal'Ganis asked, becoming slightly more serious, in a transactional tone. "Nathrezim will never serve someone for nothing."
"What about human souls?" Jaina, seeing that Mal'Ganis believed her, offered the conditions she had prepared beforehand. "Orcs need is the flesh and blood of the people of Lordaeron; their souls belong to your Dreadlords."
"Ha ha!"
Mal'Ganis revealed a contemptuous expression; Jaina's utterly shameless and Dreadlord would have to admit defeat for.
"No wonder the Guardian Medivh wanted to preserve some of Lordaeron's humans; it seems he had planned this all along. I need souls willing to Consecration. You must spread the greatness of the Dreadlord in your human kingdoms."
Each time the Dreadlord dies, his soul is damaged, requiring external souls to repair it. Devouring souls is not an easy task; ideally, it should be a follower of the Dreadlord who is willing to Consecration everything.
"Yes, but there are conditions. You must help Thrall conquer the entire Azeroth Continent, eradicate all other races, and the souls of all living beings in this world can Consecration to the Dreadlord."
And so, Jaina sealed a tragic Destiny for the surviving humans of Lordaeron.
"A fair trade." Mal'Ganis's eyes gleamed with greed.
"Jaina, I eagerly await your soul, a soul filled with darkness and Evil, a hopelessly foolish soul, a rare delicacy. So tell me, what brings Arthas here?"
Jaina's face grew increasingly dark; the Dreadlord's contempt filled her with fear, but she still had no choice but to answer:
"Rumor has it that he is searching for a cursed Runeblade called Frostmourne, said to have been forged by your Burning Legion, capable of granting immense power."
Mal'Ganis had certainly heard about this, and his sarcasm only intensified:
"A Tauren's drunken lie has actually caught the Guardian's attention. If that Runeblade truly exists, the Burning Legion will not hand it over to anyone. Delicious Jaina, go back and tell the Guardian that I will fulfill his request."
Jaina felt a chill run through her, and she trembled all over. She quickly fled back to the Portal.
The volcano, which suddenly erupted several months ago, has mostly stopped flowing Lava and solidified into solid volcanic rock. Only the area near the crater is still scorching hot, with Flames and thick smoke spewing out from time to time.
The volcanic eruption brought Lava and disaster, fertile volcanic ash, and also many unconscious Fire Elementals. Elemental formed from the power of Flame wandered around the crater area.
Although the Fire Elementals were numerous, they could not withstand the power of the Scourge. Under the onslaught of the Undead army, the Fire Elementals were quickly wiped out, and the Flame cores were extracted, which are one of the best fuels for forging weapons.
The so-called Eternal Flame is just a tiny flame, a weak but essential spark that can ignite the core of the Fire Elementals, achieving unimaginable temperatures. It is a rare and highly sought-after item.
Near the crater, the Dwarves built a furnace using the power of the earth's fire.
Muradin personally operated the furnace, igniting it with Eternal Flame.
Crafting Frostmourne is simpler than you might imagine. The material of the Axe of Tyranny is a pure metal, so there's no need to repeatedly quench it to remove impurities, saving you the most time-consuming stage of weapon crafting.
A sword mold was made according to the blueprints, and then the Axe of Tyranny was melted and poured into the sword mold.
After it was completed, several Dwarves surrounded the giant sword and hammered at it, using some special forging techniques to make the blade flat and smooth, like a mirror.
This ugly greatsword is primarily for practical use and doesn't even need decorative patterns.
Next, Holy Light crystals were inlaid, and magical runes were drawn on them. The blade was cooled with millennia-old Frost. The greatsword was a weapon used for casting spells, so there was no need to sharpen it. The final task was to engrave Runes on the blade.
Muradin had little knowledge of Runes, and there were too many Runes to engrave, so this tedious and meticulous task was completed by Robbie and Arthas.
Muradin devoted even more energy to the smaller Frostmourne. He personally picked up a hammer and repeatedly hammered and refined it, putting a great deal of effort into both the construction of the hilt and the curves of the blade.
It must be admitted that under Muradin's hammering, the small Twin Sorrows gradually took shape. The Demons head on the hilt, the curved demon horns serving as the hilt, and the serrated blade all demonstrated the Dwarves' superb craftsmanship.
As for that giant Frostmourne shaped like a door panel, it was so ugly it was unbearable to look at, and it had no friends.
It seems that the Frostmourne design circulating in the world is this small version; the giant Frostmourne is so ashamed that it is not even included in the Guardian's history.
Another ten days or so passed, Rune of the giant Frostmourne was nearing completion. The smaller Frostmourne was also almost finished. Muradin was very satisfied with his work, and he felt quite elated.
"Did you sense someone spying on us?" Robbie asked Arthas, a strange intuition rising within him.
Arthas paused his work, closed his eyes, and chuckled, "It's Mal'Ganis, the Dreadlord. He's trying to spy on this place, but he's too cowardly to show his face. He's in a small canyon to the east."
"I'll go and take him down."
Admittedly, Arthas was superior in terms of meticulousness and patience. Arthas was left to finish the task of Runes, while Robbie took on the task of eliminating the Dreadlord.
Having seized the Justice of the Holy Light, Robbie led a small number of soldiers toward the small canyon.
Mal'Ganis had been spying on this place with Eye of Kilrogg, but dared not get too close. He had only noticed that these people were forging a weapon, and the prophecy of Frostmourne had piqued Mal'Ganis's curiosity.
Not long after Robbie left, Muradin was the first to finish his work. He brandished a small version of Frostmourne, striking a few poses he thought were quite cool. The Dwarf, as if drunk, swayed and muttered smugly:
"He who possesses this sword will gain boundless power; its sharp blade will slay life, and its strength will wound the soul."
"I don't think seducing women at a ball counts as killing life! At most, it's creating life." Arthas finished his work and looked at the dense Runes covering the giant Frostmourne, a satisfied smile on his face.
The Dwarf gave a disdainful smile, "I swear by my beard, an ugly greatsword is hardly a divine weapon."
"This is only a semi-finished product; it needs to be infused with the power of the dead and all the Runes activated." Arthas strained with both hands, barely managing to lift the massive Frostmourne: "The location for infusing the power of the dead is..."
"Why did you stop talking?" Muradin asked curiously.
"Yes, why did you stop talking?" another person asked with a smile.
Guardian Medivh.