Storm Cliffs are shrouded in endless cold winds and blizzards all year round, making this place a complete ice and snow world, this place is extremely high altitude, ordinary creatures cannot survive here at all, which also makes this place a cruel world, and finally those who are the strongest can have their own home here. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in the last month or so, the war with the orthodox Titans has spread throughout the Storm Cliffs, and the Immortal Legion broke through the defenses of the Iron Dwarves of the Snowflow Plains a week ago, where they formed an alliance with the Earth Spirits who held to the Earth Temple and still adhered to the Titan faith, and completely drove the Iron Dwarves and Iron Veku out of the area.

The giant steel golem that the Iron Dwarves had built there was also seized, but it wasn't finished yet, and probably no one but the Iron Dwarves had been able to finish it.

But the next war was not so easy to fight.

Heimdall's message revealed that Thorim and Lorcan had appeared in the mountains near the Creator's Temple, probably planning something bad.

But in its current form, Dick can only entrust the frontline battle to Heimdall, and the last batch of Mogu Legions activated from the Narak Evil Engine are already in place, although the number is still weak, but with the continuous migration of the Earth Spirit Kingdom in the Grizzly Hills, this disadvantage is being quickly compensated.

Dick now had to focus on one thing, after the Battle of Angasha, the Paladin had an unexpected situation and he couldn't do anything until he dealt with Arthas.

It's not that Arthas is strong, but the hellish neuropathic mission system, which has not been heard from for more than 2 years, actually reacted again after he and Viren jointly unleashed that sword.

"Drop... Darkness overturned"

"Special Rule Item Detected - Unknown"

"Complete the Darkness Overturn, obtain the necessary items, and unlock special rule items. ”

"Bonus: 7%-10% Torsion"

"Explanation: Rules!

Dick initially thought that the unknown special rules item was the shield of Agrama, but later found out that it was not this thing, but the hedron, the one that Anduin had picked up from Hela's ashes after spontaneous combustion, and which he hadn't shown to Odin in the first place, now seemed to be a good thing.

After Odin told him about the theory of the foundation of the world, Dick already knew how valuable this thing was that contained the manifestation of the rules of the world.

But now was not the time to think about it, because Dick was receiving guests, and in the reception room of base K3, the huge stone room was poorly decorated, but none of the three people sitting next to him paid attention to these things.

They were looking at the tomahawk that had been placed on the stone table in front of them.

"So... You've come all the way to call me back for this?"

Illidan looked at Dick very dissatisfied, with his current character, if it weren't for the fact that Dick was indeed one of the few guys he could trust, he would have pulled out the moon blade and hacked him to death with one sword, in the eyes of the leader of Illidare, although this thing in front of him was not bad, it was not worth it at all to let himself run between two worlds.

Especially when Storm Fortress is ready for a long voyage, which is almost entirely a waste of precious time.

Looking at Illidan grinding his teeth, Dick shrugged, of course he knew what kind of big thing the radical demon hunter in front of him was going to do, but in comparison, the paladin felt that everything that happened in Azeroth was not as unimportant as he thought.

After all, this is where their foundation lies, so in the face of Illidan's anger, Dick could only whisper,

"No way, this weapon hasn't really taken shape yet, it needs an infusion of special energy to make it stronger, and what it needs, only you can give it. ”

The King of the Outlands took a deep breath, presumably accepting this explanation, and he snorted coldly,

"So, what does it need?"

"Frost, evil, and blood... The power of frost will be provided by Mr. Senagoth, and I need you to provide it evil, no, don't look at me like that... Not literally, what I really need is your Evil Flame, exhausted by Azeroth and Draenor, and you alone have this particular skill. ”

The paladin introduced Illidan to the white-haired, white-eyebrowed old man Sindore sitting next to them, in fact, he didn't need to introduce him, Illidan noticed this powerful guy when he entered the room, this is a dragon, there is no doubt that it can be seen from the active magic elements beating around him, this is a blue dragon, the most powerful kind.

Senagos's personality is much better than Malygos's, he came here this time because of Dick's invitation, after returning to the Demon Hub, there are many affairs in the clan, as the Blue Dragon Elder second only to Malygos, Senagos is almost busy, if it weren't for Dick's life-saving grace, he wouldn't have put down what he was doing to inject spirit into a weapon born for destruction.

But to Senagos's surprise, after coming, he also found another interesting guy, Illidan, this demon hunter, a guy who had entered the realm of demigods, but through Senagos's eyes, all he saw was a cloud of chaos and violent demonic energy.

It's hard to believe that those irascible powers would be subservient to a mortal... But that's what they did.

This guy alone made Senagos feel worthwhile.

"So, how do you inject the evil flames? Hurry up and finish it, I'm still busy!"

Illidan stretched out his left hand, and a scorching dark green flame appeared in the palm of his hand, but the strange thing was that the scorching heat that was enough to melt everything only surged within a centimeter of the flames, beyond which not a trace of heat could be felt.

This terrifying energy control made Dick's eyes hot, but the paladin still retained his senses, he raised the shadow blade with both hands, pointed to the first of the three grooves on the axe, and said to Illidan,

"Here, inject the most essence of the evil flame here, there is an energy extraction circle on it, and it only takes a little bit for it to hold the essence of this power. ”

"But it only lasts less than 30 minutes!"

When Illidan heard Dick's explanation, he clenched his fists and stretched out another finger, and dark green flames appeared on his fingertips, more active and gloomy than the previous flames, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice,

"I'm curious, what the hell are you going to do with those 30 minutes, take it and hack Arthas to death in 30 minutes?"

Dick carefully approached the grooves of the tomahawk to Illidan's evil flame essence, and at the moment of contact, a refreshing green light lit up the grooves on the surface of the tomahawk, and the green lines quickly spread to the third of the notch on the axe's surface, making the black tomahawk look extremely strange.

After doing all this, the paladin breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at Illidan,

"No, of course not, I'm going to use the ultimate evil, the ultimate frost, and the ultimate blood, all three of which belong to death, to fuse a greedy enough soul, and only in this way can this battle axe be truly qualified to fight against Frost Sorrow... I don't need it to cut through Frost Sorrow, I just need it to keep the powerful souls in Frost Sorrow... Otherwise, if we continue to fight in the current form, we will be dragged down!"

"Huh... The idea of the weak!"

Illidan stood up, red glowing in the black strip of cloth on his eyes,

"If it were me, I would have killed the owner of the magic sword and strengthened myself with that power, rather than trying to weaken it, but given your weak strength, there is nothing wrong with that... Maybe you can wait, and when Illidare returns, I'll help you out of this problem myself. ”

The demon hunter stretched out his fingers, and the long, claw-like nails pointed at himself, and then at Dick,

"You and I join forces, just Alsace... As long as you take your Titan Legion with you first, help me rid me of the demons of the Outlands... I know you can do it, Dick, we should be standing together! You should be looking down on all beings, not thinking so much about a bunch of idiots as you are now!"

"That's a good point, but it's a pity we can't wait that long!"

A hoarse voice brutally interrupted Illidan's rather confused speech, and Uther, wearing a sharp black battle helmet, walked in through the gate, the wind and snow behind him were continuous, and the face was filled with a sharp dark aura, and the eyes under his battle helmet looked at Illidan,

"I've heard of you, King of the Outlands... I heard you're fighting a protracted war?"

Illidan was not angry at Uther's interruption, on the contrary, he looked at Uther with interest,

"yes, that's a more powerful battlefield than these petty fights, and I don't have a guy like you who can really fight, are you interested in going there and chopping off the heads of a few demon cubs?"

Uther's response to this invitation was,

"I'm not interested in this! I'm not here for this! Keep fighting you, you don't belong here. Dick, let me see that thing!"

The paladin shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand, and Shadowblade flew towards Uther with a whistling voice, who took it in his hand and waved it twice, then carefully observed the distribution of magic patterns on the axe's face, and finally nodded,

"Well, it's a genius idea! We never thought to solve the problem in this way, as long as the souls of this weapon are greedy enough, the souls killed by it will not want to escape, and even Arthas will not want to resurrect those souls, like the apocalypse..."

As he spoke, the Death Knight's hand touched the hilt of the buzzing Death Verdict, "Unfortunately, the Apocalypse is too uncontrollable, so we need such a controllable weapon... Awesome! Dick, you've solved a big problem! Do you need me to inject blood-boiling abomination into it?"

"Well, yes!"

Dick nodded crisply, "The power of your blood, the power of ice of Mister Senagos, and the evil power of Illidan's flames, if we're lucky enough, this weapon will soon become a nightmare for Arthas." ”

"Well, let's get started!"

Uther stretched out a finger, blood-red energy surging through his fingertips, it was his most essence energy source, he carefully placed it in the second groove of the axe's face, and the moment the blood-red energy filled a third of the place next to the green energy, Shadow Blade let out a violent hum.

It's like... A sleeping guy was awakened, but in fact it was just two very different energies, the appearance of a conflict within the Tomahawk.

And as time goes on, the frequency of this beating increases rapidly.

Senagos stepped forward as well, he stretched out his fingers, and a huge, lilac magic power surged between him, and then under the incomparable magic power of the blue dragon, it all turned into the coldest frost, and the moment that white point of light appeared, the temperature of the entire room dropped by at least 10 degrees.

And after the hoarfrost-like energy completely occupied the remaining third, Shadow Blade whistled and rolled up a colorful light and shadow, wrapping around the entire body of the battle axe.

Uther let go of his palm, and under the clash of three distinct forces, it floated into the air, the coldest frost condensed into an ice blade on its hideous axe blade, and then fixed the entire axe face in a clear and cold layer of ice, and the dark green flames also danced, twisting and melting the black steel at the junction of the axe blade and the axe handle, and finally, under some kind of roaring will, formed an ornament similar to the frost sorrow's claw skull pendant, two flashes of ice blue light, beating in the skull's eye sockets.

Finally, it was Uther's blood abomination that completely activated the runes on the axe's blade, which were modeled after the runes of Frostmourn and also had the ability to absorb souls.

This change lasted for nearly 10 minutes, and finally, in the murmur of a cold wind, the battle axe finally took shape, and after the last rays of light dispersed, purple, deep soul power wrapped around the battle axe, like a soldier guarding the king, which represented the newborn weapon spirit, with the power to manipulate the soul.

It's like Frost Sorrow, maybe a little weaker, but that's enough.

As they looked at this gorgeous, hideous, and strange weapon, everyone, even Dick and Uther, sensed the malice of the soul, a greedy fellow, even if he was just born, and couldn't wait to taste the soul.

It's a real villain! But it's the villain they need now!

The Death Knight reached out and held it in his hand, and the tomahawk roared to jump out of his palm, and the death verdict behind it continued to slap against Uther's body.

The High Lord of the Death Knight finally gave up on this attempt, and he shook his head,

"The apocalypse is stopping me... Dick, it should be yours! Only you can tame this wild and greedy soul. ”

"No, I can't. ”

The paladin stretched out his hand, and a silver flame of justice appeared in his palm, and he shook his head, "My spirit is already tied to this weapon, and it's the same as yours, so... We'll have to find a new owner for it, and we'll have to do it as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, the paladin looked at Illidan who was standing with his shoulders crossed,

"And you, old friend, I promise... I'm going to go to Draenor someday, I'm going to finish the things I told you, but not recently... Don't worry, I'll be involved in this war. ”

"By the way, bring me something for Sylvanas, she'll need this. ”