The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Jie woke up feeling refreshed.
For the next week, Jiang Jie rode the old turtle " Lao Qian " around Lake Lordamere, eventually subduing the other two Murloc leaders and completely conquering Lake Lordamere!
However, he did not take action against Fenris Isle, nor did he intend to. This was because there were still mages and garrison troops from Dalaran in Fenris Keep, and moreover, Fenris Isle was very large, covering several thousand square kilometers, and was inhabited by many spiders, giant bears, Worg, and a large number of Rot Hide Gnoll, making it difficult to deal with.
We'll deal with them later; there's no time to deal with them right now.
Fenris Isle is a strategic location, situated in the middle of Lake Lordamere. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it must be made good use of!
During this period, Jiang Jie obtained a large amount of herbs and took four medicinal baths every day without fail. He eventually successfully opened the third meridian of his left hand, the " Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian," and the fourth meridian, the " Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian." He completed more than half of the Houtian Fourth Layer, and his strength was enhanced once again.
He felt that it wouldn't take more than a few days to completely open the meridians in his left hand and enter the Houtian Fifth Layer.
But that's not enough.
Judging by the timeline, Prince Arthas, who went to Northrend, has probably already found that runic sword, right?
So, perhaps... he'll be back soon?
Northrend, the northern continent.
An extremely cold cave.
This was a place capable of freezing both body and soul, and a sword caught Arthas's eye.
Runeblade, Frostmourne!
It was encased in a floating, irregularly shaped giant ice block, its entire surface covered in runes that emitted a chilling blue light. All the Eviscerate cold emanated from that ice block, capable of freezing the soul, freezing it eternally!
Below was something resembling an altar, standing on a snow-covered hill. A ray of sunlight shone down from the opening at the top of the cave, illuminating the runic magic sword. The ice surrounding the sword was like a prison, its reflections and refractions making it all the more alluring, like a lover half-veiled in a light gauze.
Frostmourne: Frost represents its coldness and power, while sorrow represents its purpose: to create sorrow!
The moment Arthas saw it, he felt a tremor and joy that touched his very soul!
That's it! That's it!
Only it can grant him revenge, to kill that despicable Dreadlord Mal'Ganis, and to avenge the dead and Undead people of Lordaeron! To avenge the wronged souls of Stratholme!
"He who possesses this sword will gain boundless power. Its sharp blade slays life, its power wounds the soul!" A Dwarves stepped forward and read the inscription on the altar.
He is Muradin Bronzebeard, brother of King Magni of Ironforge, founder of the Explorers' League, Arthas's battle mentor, a dwarven warrior who has lived for hundreds of years, and the renowned Mountain King!
Having witnessed far too much evil and calamity in his life, Muradin still trembled uncontrollably as he faced the frozen runic sword and uttered those terrifying words. "No, no, we've been deceived! It's not our savior! Don't touch it, Arthas! It will destroy you! It will destroy us all!"
"Perhaps, but I have no other choice, do I?" Arthas's eyes gleamed, his voice growing colder. "My people are suffering terribly, my soldiers are besieged by the Undead, the enemy is right before my eyes and I am powerless to stop it. Only it can grant me revenge, can it? Then what reason do I have not to have it?"
"But it will steal your soul! It's a cursed sword! A cursed sword I've never seen or even heard of before! I sense an incredibly evil power! Run, Arthas!" Muradin shouted.
"My soul is no longer whole, Muradin. My kingdom, my people, my teacher Uther..."
"And my beloved Jaina... They have all deeply wounded me, stolen a part of my soul." Arthas whispered, "This is a cursed sword, obvious. I can even feel an indescribable curse; if I were to wield it, I would be eternally cursed... But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? I can take my revenge, can't I?" Arthas tossed aside the purple epic warhammer " Might of Menethil," opened his arms, and embraced the eternal darkness. "Now, I summon the spirits here. Whatever you are, good or bad, or both. I can feel your presence, and I know you are listening. I am ready, I understand. Now I confess my heart to you: if you help me save my people, I will willingly give everything, at any cost!"
After a long silence, there was a heart-wrenching crack!
A crack appeared in the ice, and the power of the runic magic sword was projected out. Then, the ice coffin that sealed the magic sword suddenly exploded, scattering ice fragments as sharp as knives and swords.
They shattered upon impact with the hard walls and the ground, but as Arthas knelt down and instinctively shielded his head with his arms, he heard a scream that abruptly stopped!
" Muradin!"
One of the fragments pierced Muradin's body! Blood stained his armor and his eyes.
A wave of panic, a wave of helplessness.
"I will save you, my teacher, my brother, my comrade!" Arthas stretched out his hand, gathering Holy Light.
The Holy Light did not abandon him; the Holy Light will not abandon anyone unless that person voluntarily betrays the Holy Light.
"I can save you, Muradin!"
Suddenly, the runic magic sword flew in front of him and stuck into the ground!
Azure runes enveloped his entire body, and an incredibly terrifying power repelled all the Holy Light. Arthas was no longer able to contain any Holy Light energy; his entire being, including his soul, was corrupted by the power of the demonic sword, plunging him into darkness.
Whispers echoed in his mind, and Arthas strengthened his resolve.
Only Frostmourne can bring vengeance!
" Muradin has fallen. This is a necessary sacrifice on the road to revenge. You won't be the first; many more will join you, including your closest friends and mine..."
"But none of that matters, because we can get our revenge now, can't we?"
Arthas stood up and drew his runeblade.
The icy Eviscerate eroded his soul, but he no longer needed to be eroded; his soul had become as cold as those ice blocks.
This sword is too perfect. Everything about it is so perfect, and it fits him perfectly, as if it were made for him!
Power surged into his body, and he felt stronger than ever before, stronger Muradin, stronger than Uther the Lightbringer, and even stronger than everything he knew!
"We... are one!"