Chapter 473 6. Blade of Darkness. Ashbringer

"Block every gate! No one is allowed to leave!"

Uther on the horse rushed into Stratholme with a large group of knights, and brutally seized the command of the city defense general. Under the order of the great knight, the paladins quickly pulled up at the gate of the city. The warning belt, and the mages of Dalaran who followed behind him rushed to the top of the city, just like Kael'thas did in Andorhal, using flames to disperse the poisonous fog in the air.

It is said that some orc shamans and dwarf shamans of the Hinterlands who live in seclusion in the king's land have already set off. They will soon arrive in the Stratholme and Tirisfal regions, and use elemental spells to set off a violent storm to eliminate the situation as soon as possible. A plague of poisonous smog.

But Uther was more worried about his disciple, Prince Arthas of Lordaeron, who rushed into the city of Stratholme alone, and he didn't know what was going on now.

A few minutes later, the great knight received a report from the city guards, and he rushed into the commercial area alone. In the messy back alley, Uther saw his disciple.

Alsace, he was in a mess, with wounds all over his body, his heavy armor was scrapped, and his war hammer was thrown aside. The war hammer was covered with traces of frost and blood. Judging from the local Alsace's physical condition, he obviously went through a tough battle.

And at his feet, lay a corpse with a smashed head. Even though the corpse had been purified by the holy light, it still lingered with a heavy breath of death. Obviously, this was not a simple corpse.

"Arthas, are you alright?"

Uther jumped off his horse and approached his student. Alsace heard the voice behind him. He raised his head. On his tired face, there was a difficult smile:

"Master, I'm fine...I'm just, I'm just a little depressed."

The young paladin tried to stand up from the ground, but just as he straightened his body, the tearing pain from his legs made the prince's body stagger. Uther reached out to support his disciple, holding When Alsace touched his arm, Uther's hand felt a biting coldness. Looking carefully, the prince's arm was already covered with chilblains, and there were still wounds sealed by ice on his body.

It wasn't easy for him to win.

"This is Lord Rivendell, the mentor, who went to the dark side to save his son..."

Prince Arthas whispered:

"But he finally repented. It's a pity...it's a pity that a demon forcibly transformed him into a death knight. Right in front of my eyes, they lied to him, those bastards, they used evil magic to blind the baron's mind."

"But I can't save him, mentor... I'm too weak, my strength is not enough to change these things, I... I'm too incompetent, I can only watch this happen."

Seeing his disciple's pale face and swaying will, the great knight had a trace of worry in his eyes. He helped Alsace turn around and leave the battlefield. He whispered:

"Alsace, I know how you feel. When we fought the orcs, I hated my own weakness countless times, but...but once we are on the battlefield, we can no longer actively choose something What will heal us, what can make us complete, what can make us have a purpose, do you understand? When you are at a loss, I hope you think about it, where does your awareness come from?"

"consciousness?"

The young prince looked at his mentor, and Uther nodded to him. The great knight raised his head, looked at the sky where the night was slowly falling, and said softly:

"When I was on the battlefield for the first time, I was fortunate to fight with Emperor Lothar. He was still a marshal at that time. After a certain injury, I was very weak and scared. I was very young at that time, just like you, and then He told me that a true warrior must learn to listen to pain, whether it is his own pain or the pain of others."

"Because suffering is both the most knowledgeable historian and the most accurate fortune-teller. Suffering teaches us to recognize ourselves, recognize our limits, recognize our own shortcomings, and give ourselves motivation until we reach the goal of enlightenment. You The people of the world, these people around you, Baron Rivendell, Oryx, the victims of the innocent, these are your pains and your consciousness."

"I can't tell you directly where you're going, Arthas, but you're a smart boy, and I know you'll be the hero who will turn everything around one day, but I also admit that wars are hard sometimes, and we often Feeling like we're dying, we're all going to feel like we're failing, but... if we don't face the pain and understand it, how are we going to free ourselves and save our lives?"

The great knight reached out and patted Alsace on the shoulder, and he said to Alsace in an encouraging voice:

"Don't doubt justice. When evil really wins, it's when good people start doubting themselves and others, stop standing up, stop fighting for justice...you're still fighting for it, and because of your fight, all of Stratholme Able to survive after the dark conspiracy was unraveled, many people avoided a terrible death, so you won, justice is not dead, you are doing well, Arthas, my disciple, the rest is up to you me."

The young prince shook his head, and whispered:

"But it's not enough. Stratholme is just a node, it's not the source of the problem, and...be careful with those grains, the mentor, the baron, told me before he died that some of the city's grains are problematic, and this is also Those dark demons' second phase plan, we'd better burn all that grain."

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"The natural disaster of the undead has started in northern Xinjiang, but I heard that it is not going well. Someone stopped the plague cauldron they released in time."

After Nasa's "death", the intelligence system in northern Xinjiang was handed over to the crow, the arakkoa assassin, but after the Quel'Thalas incident, Tyrion ordered the crow to start evacuating the hidden personnel in northern Xinjiang, which was about to become The battlefield of the "disaster day" decisive battle is no longer suitable for the living to go through life and death.

And the return of the last batch of dark blade spies disguised as businessmen also brought back a heavy news for the dark blade legion.

In the scorching passage of the Molten Core, the sound of the forging hammer falling could be heard endlessly. The intelligence chief Crow and the recently unemployed death lord Luminas walked side by side. After listening to the crow's description of the situation in northern Minas said to the crow:

"Humans have done a good job. Their tactical thinking and execution ability can barely keep up with our footsteps, but to be honest, just defeating the action of the undead natural disaster to release the plague is not a victory... Brother Crow, you should Clearly, the Scourge's growth pattern is different from ours, and the Lich King's military sources are not limited to those brave soldiers."

"The tombs...the tombs all over northern Xinjiang are the main source of their troops."

The dead arakkoa turned the bird's head, and his black eyes moved flexibly. He told his colleagues what he was thinking:

"Indeed, the undead Scourge's release of the plague is only the first step. It attracts the attention of human beings, creates panic, disrupts order, and at the same time gives them time to wake up the dead. The number of dead people buried underground is greater than the number of living people on the ground. Much more...and so far, the human empire does not seem to be aware of this, and they have not "purified" the cemeteries in their territory."

"Even if they realize it, it's too late."

Luminas shook her head:

"The human empire is obviously guarding against the natural disasters of the undead in a way that prevents us. They are destined to be caught off guard. In my opinion, it is already doomed for natural disasters to sweep across the northern border, but this is exactly what we need. Speaking of it, I heard that your next step is to release those werewolves trapped in Silverpine Forest... Can that guy Wolf manipulate them?"

"30,000 Moon Night Grass potions have been distributed in the past few years. The command system of the Werewolf Legion has been established. They can complete any tactical mission excellently."

The black eyes of the crow rolled around, and then said to Luminas:

"However, Wolfe asked me to ask His Majesty for his thoughts. He thought that we could take advantage of the chaos to seize part of the land of Gilneas, and after the "Day of Disaster", gather those exiled northern refugees there and establish a temporary shelter." Land, wait until all the dust settles, and then send them to the southern border in batches. Unfortunately, Wolfe himself is not good at commanding large armies to fight. What he means is that it is best for the headquarters to send a general to cooperate with him. "

"Um?"

Luminas, who has been staying with her husband in the Black Iron District for a long time, has recently been idle and going crazy, and her eyes immediately lit up. The existing death lords have their own tasks, and with the new round of outfit changes for each war group At the beginning, the lords were destined to have no time to leave the defense zone, but she was different. Ever since Danas took away her military power, she had been seeking a chance to return to the front line of the battlefield.

Well, Gilneas is a secondary battlefield, but it's better to fight than to be idle.

Thinking of this, Luminas quickened her pace. The high heels under her feet collided with the steel floor laid by the Molten Core, making a tinkling sound. The successful crow coughed lightly, looked left and right, Following Lumi, they entered the forging workshop in the deepest part of the Molten Core.

Tyrion had been here recently after returning from Quel'Thalas.

"Your Majesty, the evacuation of the spies in the northern border has been completed, and those intelligence points that cannot be evacuated have also been planted with blood of Salein with certain force, or knights who are good at camouflage to maintain."

The crow reported his mission, and Tyrion, who was standing beside the magma shrouded in orange light, nodded. He calmly looked at the island in the middle of the magma lake in front of him, where there was a giant black iron felt, Mai Gurney Bronzebeard and several black iron blacksmiths were using the hot magma to forge a weapon for the final time.

But different from the general forging process, every time the forging hammer in Magni Bronzebeard's hand hits down, the long sword that is about to be formed on the iron felt will burst into sparks, even though there is magma flowing from the iron felt. Spills overflowed from the notch in the center, but what burst out from the blade was not the scorching bright sparks, but black... just like the beating light of dark stars.

And every time the hammer hits, it will trigger a resonance of a special force, like a whisper from the invisible darkness. When Luminas and the crow approached the magma lake, they could almost see the black iron felt with their naked eyes. The dark energy suspended in the sky, at the moment when this weapon made of Atama crystal and infused with the purest Sunwell magic power is about to take shape, those dark energies whizzed and entangled in the molten fire, wanting to To blend into that dark blade.

"Go away! Go away!"

Magni Bronzebeard, who had not slept or rested for five days, roared violently. He waved the forging hammer in his hand to push away the lingering dark forces. The cold death energy used his own power to quench the ferocious sharp blade in front of him.

Every weapon is a masterpiece of a blacksmith, and for a top blacksmith like Magni Bronzebeard, he cannot bear the fact that his forged weapon is a defective product, even if it is a sharp blade made for demons. .

"Tear it, tear it"

The dark storm howled, and between the collision of the forging hammer and the sharp blade, the force permeated the space, as if it was roaring to prevent the formation of the heavy sword, and the black iron blacksmiths around Magni could no longer bear the forging furnace. The surrounding temperature was weird, it was a mixture of extremely cold and extremely hot air, and only a powerful death knight like Magni could withstand it.

"Wine, give me wine!"

Magni yelled frantically, and Tyrion's fingers slid across his waist. The next moment, a bottle of the best blood wine was thrown at the blacksmith, who took it in his hand, and gulped down the sweet Then he swung the forging hammer, exhausted all his strength, and smashed the hammer on the black long sword in front of him.

"boom"

Just like a big bomb being detonated, the black energy was gathered together in this endless beating, and then released in the beating of the last hammer. The storm gathered in the heart like a ghost's claw, roared and rolled up a terrifying storm in the scorching magma lake, raging, as if to destroy this demon blade.

"click"

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the iron felt. Amidst the whistling of the dark storm, the forged sharp blade was suspended above the black iron felt, the beauty was shocking.

It was a long knife similar to a traditional single-edged slashing sword, but it was edged on both sides. There was a semicircular depression in the two-thirds of the smooth back, and the dark gems that should have been imprisoned inside had been endlessly During the beating, it turned into a lingering light cluster like mist, beating endlessly in the depression.

On both sides of the wide blade, there are natural magic patterns engraved on the smooth body. It only needs a little modification to become the best carrier of necromantic runes, but its blade is not smooth. It is a two-point reverse blade, which can easily tear the armor, and where the blade and the gauntlet are connected are four sharp thorns in a row. The L-shaped gauntlet stands upside down on the hilt. At the end, there is an upside-down moon-shaped carving.

Tyrion stretched out his fingers, and in the lingering dark storm, he tightly grasped the hilt of this heavy-edged sword. It is not as unruly as Apocalypse, but this legendary weapon has its own pride. It was like a group of fierce horses, frantically resisting Tyrion's power, and the thick death energy in the Dark Blade King's body also gushed out from the palm of his hand.

Black and dark red halos were intertwined on the knight and the sharp sword, and the halo became more and more intense. Magni Bronzebeard held the flagon firmly, staring at the scene in front of him intently. Frankly speaking, , he hoped that Tyrion would not be able to tame this legendary long sword, but on the other hand, he was looking forward to the legend he created with his own hands, becoming a symbol of invincibility on the battlefield.

"hum"

After the two stalemate for a few minutes, the dark red halo finally won bit by bit. When the dark red light was wrapped in this dark and ferocious epee, the dark storm entwined and suspended in the magma also Suddenly restrained at this moment, as if being absorbed by the epee in Tyrion's hand, a black energy orb slowly appeared on the indentation on the back of the blade of the long sword, and began to emit... black light.

"My Ashbringer..."

Tyrion stroked the cold epee in his hand, and tapped his fingers on the blade. Hearing the clear voice, he nodded:

"Very good, I am very satisfied!"