The golden thunder flashed through the air, and the flower-shaped light flame dispersed in the air, followed by a slight scorching smell, and when the lingering light mist slowly dispersed, Dick appeared at the door of the command post of the coalition headquarters, and the paladin with a weapon in his hand saw clearly the several badges on Dick's chest, and immediately straightened up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Welcome, Great Knight of Order!"

"Good day, warriors. ”

He greeted the guards, and could see that he was carrying a long wooden box, the gray wooden box was wrapped several times with silver chains, and as he walked, he could see the golden runes dancing on the chains, which seemed to be twisting and reshaping every moment.

"There's a dark smell in the air, and I can feel that you're bringing something not so good. ”

Dick had barely taken a few steps when a leisurely voice sounded behind him, and the paladin turned his head and saw Old Fortin, who had just jumped off his horse, who seemed to have just returned from his patrol, and who had thrown his whip to his guard with his helmet in his arms, and strode up.

Old Fording stepped forward and gave him a hug, then patted him on the shoulder,

"Everyone here has to thank you, Dick, and welcome back!"

Dick grinned, and then the old knight's gaze fell on the wooden box behind Dick, and he reached out to touch it, 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, Mograine, the Grand Knight stationed at the Fortagen Fortress, was the last to push open the door of the meeting room, and there were at least seven people waiting inside, all of them the real top of the coalition army.

And on the table among the seven, there was the wooden box.

The silver chains had been untied and untied, and the scream of darkness surging inside was shaking almost everyone's nerves, and those who were sensitive to this breath, such as Old Ferdin, whose energy was inclined to salvation, sat far away, still rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

Obviously, this thing was bothering him a lot, and as soon as Mograine walked into the hall, the Holy Flame Burning Heavy Sword that he was carrying behind him couldn't help but jump, and this scene made the Grand Knight stop his progress.

The will of the Holy Sword was telling him that there was danger in front of him!

"Can anyone tell me what this thing is?"

Mograine cautiously suppressed the restless Ashbringer with his holy energy, then raised his head and swept around everyone's faces, finally falling on Dick who was sitting next to Sarufar, and accentuated his tone,

"Dick?"

The paladin did not speak, he stood up and exhaled,

"Okay, everyone is here, so I'll just say it. ”

"When I entered Northrend, I was thinking about a problem, and I believe that everyone here has encountered this problem, in the last encounter at the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, the Overlord of Sarufar killed Rivendell, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Mograine killed Kurtaz, King Varian and others teamed up to dismantle Malogar, but we also saw that just yesterday, Rivendell appeared on the battlefield of Angasa again. ”

"Frost Grief stores the souls of these guys, and for the dead souls, as long as the soul is still there, they can be resurrected, so even if we kill all the fierce generals under Arthas's command at once, in less than 2 days, we have to face them again, Arthas has lost only some dark magic, and with the replenishment of the magic node of Icecrown Glacier, he will not lack this thing at all. ”

Dick's eyes fell on the wooden box on the table,

"Breaking the ice is imminent, and to increase the success rate, we need to find a way to weaken the natural scourge, and the premise is to prevent those high-level undead from resurrecting again and again. ”

"So, I brought this!"

"Smack!"

Dick's cane slapped on top of the wooden box, which cracked open from the top and spread out in all directions, revealing the ice-blue battle axe that was nestled in it, and the moment the box full of imprisoned runes was opened, the substantial dark energy rushed out in all directions, like a demon that had just been released!

"Boom"

The moment the dark energy hit, the holy light shield around the bodies of Fordin, Mograini, Viren, and Boval was activated at the same time, and the anger of Sarufar and Kane Bloodhoof surged like flames, and Woking, who was sitting beside him, waved his left hand, and a dark shadow dispelled the arrogant darkness in front of him, General Santis held the wooden talisman around his waist, and her shining moonlight completely incinerated the darkness.

Quel'Salas' representative, Rogerio Chas, sliced through the darkness with a dagger, and the old troll of Zandalara, Goraya, ignored it and allowed it to approach his body.

"It's not funny at all! If it were anyone else, I would have thrown him in jail a long time ago!"

Mograine's tone was annoyed, but when his eyes fell on the ice-blue battle axe, he couldn't say anything next.

"How's this tomahawk... How and..."

"Pretty similar to Frost Sorrow, right?"

Dick's voice was soft, but steady in everyone's ears, "Yes, it's a weapon modeled after Frostmourn, and it's even functional... Absorb the soul, collect the soul, use the power of the soul to strengthen the power of the self, and most importantly, we can use it to stop the frost sorrow!"

The paladin's left hand landed on the handle of the tomahawk that was constantly roaring at the soul level, and the constant buzzing of the tomahawk could be seen, trying to jump out of his grasp, but the dispersion of the power of order completely suppressed it.

Dick put it in front of his eyes, his eyes full of cold appreciation,

"It is greedy, but cutting through all falsehood is its purpose!"

"It's evil, but it's its voice to say that violence is countering violence!"

"It is angry, but it is its mission to cleanse the world of evil!"

"When the hell of a thousand souls unfolds behind it..."

"Even if it's a god, tremble before it!"

Dick put the tomahawk back on the table, and his voice became low, but it was as shocking as the roaring tomahawk,

"I call it the sorrow of the shadow, the shadow of justice, the endless sorrow that blooms when the curtain of evil ends!"

The paladin looked at the quiet hall and breathed a sigh of relief,

"I solved ninety-nine puzzles for its appearance, so now there is only one problem left... Which of you would like to wield it?"

No one answered, although the power of this battle axe did make everyone very intoxicated, but any reasonable person could see the hidden risks behind this intoxication, the overlord of Sarufar pointed to the axe, his tone was slightly suspicious,

"Frost Sorrow transformed Arthas from a paladin into a death knight, and it's... Shadow Grief, will there be the same risk?"

"Frankly, I don't know!"

Dick sat down in his chair, his hands on his knees, his chin buried in his palms, "I can hold it because I am one of its creators, but even so, it is unwilling to obey me, so what it will bring to his new master, I don't know, but there are two things I can be sure of. ”

"First of all, someone who already has an artifact-like weapon can't tame it, and Uther and I have tried, and the artifact-like instinctive will would prevent us from accepting such a weapon. ”

"Secondly, whether it is a warrior, or a ranger, whether it is a paladin, or even a priest, as long as you can tame that greedy soul, you can hold all its power, but it must have an impact on yourself, after all, in terms of attributes, it is a complete magic weapon, and I can't really confirm whether it will transform our own power. ”

Woking's gaze was withdrawn from the battle axe, and his left hand kept turning a string of delicate white bone rosaries, and after hearing Dick's words, he spoke,

"When my father was still alive, I learned a lot of ways to make voodoo weapons from him, one of which was to first build a magic weapon, and then find a not too strong owner for it, and let the magic weapon control the user... I hate it, but if this sacrifice is necessary, we might as well ...

"No way!"

This time it was the Minotaur Chief Kane, the big man's tail flicked on the ground, and his eyes were full of fear as he looked at the Shadow Sorrow Tomahawk, for the Minotaur who admired nature, this evil weapon should not have appeared at all.

But from the commander's point of view, he sincerely hoped that the weapon would come in handy as Dick said, and he explained to Woking,

"Chief Woking, you came late, you haven't fought Arthas head-on, the magic sword in his hand has almost always corroded the soul, if such a weapon is handed over to a weak-willed guy, if he really faces the frost grief, his powerful power can't help him at all, he is likely to be crushed in the first time. ”

"Therefore, the meaning of Knight Dick is also obvious, in order to hold this tomahawk, you must first pass this test, and at least prove that you will not be defeated in this confrontation at the level of will, which is even more important than your own strength. ”

Woking nodded, and stopped talking, he also saw the difficulty of the question, all of you here, will one of you stand up and respond to this kind of big gamble that could lose everything?

"I have a question, Dick. ”

A voice came from behind the crowd, it was Old Fordin, the paladin unfastened his left armor, he moved his wrist, stood up, and looked at Dick,

"Does 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 Fordin, are you sure you want to try, in fact, in my opinion, you are not the most suitable person, the opposition between Light and Death will make it more difficult for you to control it. ”

"But somebody has to give it a try, and I think I'm the right fit. ”

Old Verding spread his hands, "I desperately want to end this, I desperately want to go back to the Valley of the Hearth, watch my hometown and my country rebuild, and be a part of it myself." ”

The old knight took a deep breath, "My name of Light is salvation, and my attack power is not as good as that of Mograini, nor as good as the Overlord of Sarufar, they are more helpful to the situation, and my help to the coalition is only my experience, but I prefer to end it all with my own hands, we have wasted too much time and sacrificed too much in this matter, King Terenus, Uther, Kurtaz, Dasohan, and those warriors who died because of this... It's time to put an end to this. ”

Under the gaze of the crowd, Old Fording walked to the table, his face no longer young, only the eyes still sparkled, his palms touching the hilt of Shadow Sorrow's beating axe, and his voice with a hint of exhaustion,

"I've lost so much from this damn war, and you know... I'm very old..."