The soldiers were stunned speechless at the sight of the extravagantly luxurious Giant Thorium Weapon.
The few knights among the crowd found that their family heirloom armor had suddenly dropped a notch in prestige.
A Thorium Breastplate was worth around five hundred gold coins.
The amount of thorium used in this Giant Polearm was dozens of times that of a Thorium Breastplate.
After roughly estimating its value, the knights sadly realized that even selling their estates would not be enough!
These knights, who relied on serfs farming their land to maintain a respectable lifestyle, had no idea how to make serious money.
The high-end equipment they wore had also taken a great deal of saving to acquire.
If the knights could open factories and become owners, a full suit of thorium armor would have been only a modest goal!
Even this extravagant Giant Polearm could have been a major goal worth striving for.
However, this giant weapon, a little over six meters long, was unsuitable for the knights to use.
Unless they could revert to their ancestors and become half-giants like the Vrykul.
Several strong soldiers strained with all their might and finally managed to lift the Giant Polearm.
They soon grimaced and set the weapon back down.
"So heavy! This weapon must weigh at least two thousand kilograms!"
"Of course it's heavy! This weapon wasn't made for people!"
Seeing the soldiers messing around, Herad put a stop to their foolishness.
Humans on Azeroth were indeed fairly strong.
They could even barely hold their own against the muscular Orcs, whose bulk completely dwarfed theirs.
But was this weapon meant for people? Did they have no damn sense of their limits?
Even the three-meter-tall Tauren of Kalimdor could not handle this polearm.
"Everyone, move farther away. Leave the Construct enough room