Golden Lightning flashed through the air, and flower-shaped flames dispersed in the air, followed by a slight burning smell. When the lingering light mist slowly dispersed, Dick appeared at the door of the Alliance Forces headquarters command post. Paladin, who was holding a weapon, saw clearly the several badges on Dick's chest and straightened his body immediately.
"Welcome! The great Order Knight!"
"Well! Good day, Champions."
He greeted the guards and could see that he was carrying a long wooden box on his back. The gray wooden box was wrapped with silver chains several times. As he walked, he could see the golden runes dancing on the chains, which seemed to be twisting and reshaping every moment.
"The air is filled with the smell of darkness, and I can feel that you have brought something not very good."
Dick had just taken a few steps when a leisurely voice sounded behind him. Paladin turned around and saw Tirion Fordring who had just jumped off Warhorse. The old knight seemed to have just returned from patrol. He hugged Helm, threw the riding whip to his guard, and then strode up.
Tirion Fordring walked up to him and gave him a hug, then 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 Wooden Box behind Dick. He stretched out his hand to make contact, but Dick dodged it.
This action made the old knight's eyes narrow, and he lowered his voice,
"Secret?"
Dick looked at him and shook his head,
"No, it's dangerous!"
Ten minutes later, Grand Knight Mograine who was stationed far away from Fordragon Hold arrived belatedly. Great Door was the last one to push open the reception room. At least 7 people were already waiting inside, all of whom were the real senior officials of Alliance Forces.
And on the table among the seven people, there was Wooden Box.
The silver Chains has been untied and lost its restraints. The dark scream surging inside is shaking almost everyone's nerves. Those who are sensitive to this kind of breath, such as Tirion Fordring whose energy is biased towards Salvation, are sitting far away and are still rubbing their foreheads with their fingers.
Obviously, this thing caused him a lot of trouble. As soon as Mograine walked into the hall, Holy Fire was burning with Greatsword being carried behind him and he couldn't help but jump. This scene made Grand Knight stop moving forward.
Holy Sword's will is telling him that there is danger before him!
"Who can tell me what this thing is?"
Mograine cautiously suppressed the restless Ashbringer with Holy Power, then raised his head, scanned everyone's faces, and finally set his sights on Dick, who was sitting next to Saurfang, and emphasized his tone,
"Dick?"
Paladin didn't speak. He stood up and breathed out,
"Okay, everyone is here, so I'll just tell you."
"When I entered Northrend, I was thinking about a problem. I believe everyone here has encountered this problem. In the last encounter of Wyrmrest Temple, Overlord Saurfang killed Rivendare, one of Four Horsemen. Mograine killed Korth'azz. King Varian and others teamed up to dismantle Marrowgar. But we also saw that just yesterday, Rivendare appeared on the battlefield of Angrathar."
"The souls of these guys are stored in Frostmourne. For dead souls, as long as the soul is still there, they can Resurrection again, so even if we kill all the heroes under Arthas at once, it will take less than 2 days. time, we have to face them again. What Arthas lost was just some darkness Arcane Power. With the supplement of Icecrown Glacier's Arcane Node, he will not be short of this stuff at all."
Dick's eyes fell on Wooden Box on the table.
"Breaking the Ice is imminent. To increase the success rate, we have to find ways to weaken Scourge. The prerequisite is to stop those High-ranking Undead from Resurrection again and again."
"So, I brought this!"
"Pah!"
Dick's Staff was photographed above Wooden Box. The box cracked from the top and spread out in four directions, revealing the Ice Blue-colored War Axe that was placed inside., the moment the box full of imprisoned Runes was opened, the substantial Dark Energy rushed out crazily in all directions, baring its teeth and claws like a devil that had just been released!
"Swish, swish, swish"
The moment Dark Energy struck, Holy Light Shield around the bodies of four people, Tirion Fordring, Mograine, Velen, and Bolvar, actively activated at the same time, Saurfang and Cairne·Bloodhoof's Rage surged like a flame. Vol'jin, who was sitting next to him, waved his left hand, and a shadow dispersed the arrogant darkness in front of him. General Shandris held the wooden Amulet around his waist, and her shining Moonlight also completely burned the darkness.
Quel'Thalas's representative Rogério·Starseeker used Dagger to cut through the darkness. Zandalar old Troll Golaya completely ignored it and allowed the darkness to approach his body.
"This is not funny! If it had been anyone else, I would have thrown him in jail!"
Mograine's tone was very angry, but when his eyes fell on the Ice Blue-colored War Axe, he couldn't say what he wanted to say next.
"How does this War Axe... how do you get along with..."
"It's very similar to Frostmourne, right?"
Dick's voice was very soft, but it reached everyone's ears steadily, "Yes, it is a weapon made after Frostmourne, and even the functions are similar... absorb the soul, store the soul, and use the power of the soul to enhance our own strength. The most important thing is that we can use it to stop Frostmourne!"
Paladin's left hand fell on the ax handle of War Axe, which was constantly roaring at the soul level. You could see the constant buzzing of War Axe, trying to escape from his control, but the dispersion of Order Power completely suppressed it.
Dick put it in front of his eyes, his eyes full of indifferent appreciation,
"It is greedy, but destroying all illusions is its purpose!"
"It Evil, but saying violence to violence is its voice!"
"It Anger, but it is its mission to cleanse the world of evil!"
"When Myriad Forms's Thousand Souls Hell unfolded behind it..."
"Even gods! They tremble before it!"
Dick put War Axe back on the table, and his voice became deeper, but it was as shocking as the War Axe that kept roaring.
"I call it Shadowmourne, the shadow of justice, for the endless sadness that blooms when Evil comes to an end!"
Paladin looked at the quiet hall and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have solved ninety-nine problems for its appearance, so now there is only one question left... Which of you is willing to wield it?"
No one answered. Although the power of this War Axe really makes everyone intoxicated, any rational person can see the risks hidden behind this intoxication. Overlord Saurfang pointed at the ax, his tone was slightly doubtful,
"Frostmourne changed Arthas from Paladin to Death Knight, then... Shadowmourne, will it have the same risk?"
"Frankly, I don't know!"
Dick sat on the chair, put his hands on his knees, lowered his chin and buried it in his palms, "I can hold it because I am one of its creators, but even so, it is still unwilling to obey me, so I don't know what it will bring to its new owner, but there are two things I am sure of."
"First of all, people who already have Artifact-like weapons cannot tame it. This is something Uther and I have already tried. The instinctive will of Artifact-like will prevent us from accepting such a weapon."
"Secondly, whether it is Warrior, or Rangers, whether it is Paladin, or even Priest, as long as you can tame that greedy soul, you can possess all its power, but it will definitely have an impact on itself. After all, in terms of properties, it is a complete magic weapon. I can't really confirm whether it will transform our own power."
Vol'jin looked away from War Axe, and his left hand kept turning a string of exquisite Bone Prayer Beads. After hearing what Dick said, he said,
"When my father was still alive, I learned a lot of Voodoo magic weapon making methods from him. One of the methods is to first create a magic weapon, and then find a not too powerful owner for it, and let the magic weapon control the user... Although I hate this approach, if this kind of sacrifice is necessary, we might as well..."
"No way!"
The one who spoke this time was Tauren Chieftains Cairne. The big guy's tail flicked on the ground, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Shadowmourne War Axe. For Tauren, who advocates nature, this kind of Evil weapon should not appear at all.
However, from Commander's point of view, he sincerely hopes that this weapon can be used as Dick said. He explained to Vol'jin,
"Chieftain Vol'jin, you came late and have not had a head-to-head fight with Arthas. The Runeblade in his hand corrodes the soul almost all the time. If such a weapon is given to a weak-willed guy, if he really faces Frostmourne, his powerful power will not be able to help him at all, and his will will probably be defeated in the first place."
"So, the meaning of Knight Dick is also very obvious. To hold this War Axe, you must first pass this test, at least prove that you will not lose in this kind of confrontation at the will level. This is even more important than your own strength."
Vol'jin nodded and stopped talking. He also saw the thorny nature of this issue. Will anyone here stand up and respond to this kind of gamble that may cost everything?
"I have a question, Dick."
A voice came from behind everyone, it was Tirion Fordring, this Paladin untied the armor on his left hand, moved his wrist, stood up, and looked at Dick,
"Will 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 Tirion Fordring, are you sure you want to try? In fact, in my opinion, you are not the most suitable candidate. Holy Light's confrontation with death will make it more difficult for you to control it."
"But someone has to give it a try, and I think I'm a good fit."
Tirion Fordring spread his hands, "I urgently want to end all this. I urgently want to return to Hearthglen, watch the reconstruction of my hometown and my country, and personally participate in it."
The old knight took a deep breath, "My Holy Light's name is Salvation. Its attack power is not as good as Mograine, nor as good as Overlord Saurfang. They are more helpful to the situation, and I can only help Alliance Forces with my experience, but I prefer to personally We have wasted too much time on this matter and sacrificed too much. Terenas, the late king, Uther, Korth'azz, Dathrohan, and those Warrior who died because of this... It is time to end it all."
Under the gaze of everyone, Tirion Fordring walked to the table. His face was no longer young, only his eyes were still shining. His palm came into contact with Shadowmourne's beating ax handle, and he said with a hint of exhaustion,
"I've lost so much to this damn war, and you know... I'm very old..."