Twenty-five years of the Dark Gate passed slowly, and soon reached the end of the year. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But this year was not a good time, the news from the north always made ordinary people a little worried, but fortunately, it would not affect their lives for a while, so the kingdoms remained quiet in general, except for the southernmost Storm Kingdom in the Eastern Continent.

Towards the month of September, a major event occurred in the Kingdom of Stormwind, one that shook the entire civilized world.

Archbishop Benedictas, the embodiment of the Light, known as the great man of the "Saints", was attacked on his way to inspect the sanctuary in the Western Wilderness, and the accompanying priests were all killed by the mob, the archbishop was seriously wounded, and by the time the knights of Stormwind arrived, Lord Benedictas had already been killed.

The royal family of Stormwind City did not dare to hide this kind of thing, and almost transparently informed the whole process of the archbishop's death to those crazy people.

According to the news brought back by MI7 and the knights, there was a real great battle in the place where the archbishop had fallen, and the ground was hit by a terrible rift with the furious energy, and the results of those fanatical cultists who went to the scene to check it were exactly the same, the terrible shadow energy was still entrenched there, and would tear all ordinary people who recklessly entered it to pieces.

Judging from what was found at the scene, it was clear that the archbishop was not killed by humans or intelligent beings, because there were some limbs similar to insect creatures at the scene, as well as that wild shadow and death energy, which was easily reminiscent of the war that was taking place in Northrend.

A week later, a murder weapon was officially displayed, a broken rune sword, and there is only one creature in the whole world that can use this weapon, the Death Knight!

And then the truth was revealed!

The mad Lich King sent someone to assassinate the leader of the Church of Light, and that madman had every reason to do so! Because killing Archbishop Benedictas would be a blow to the entire civilized world.

It's a shame that those madmen succeeded!

King Varian, who had just returned to the royal capital from the Northern Front, personally presided over the funeral of Archbishop Benedictas, and he announced that the bust of the archbishop would be permanently placed in the Northshire Abbey, and gave the archbishop endless honors, and Lord Benedictas dedicated his life to the will of the Light, without relatives and children, his death was as heavy as turning a page in history.

At the end of the funeral, King Varian swore in front of the weeping people that he would not give in to Arthas, and would fight to the end, and announced that he would form a second expeditionary legion of the Stormwind Kingdom to fight in Northrend.

It is worth mentioning that the materials donated by the cultists were enough for the Stormwind Kingdom to establish four more expeditionary legions of the same size, but in order not to affect the ongoing battle to clear the Twilight cultists within the kingdom, the royal family finally did not send a third expeditionary legion.

But this practice, this kind of good deed held for justice, has been unanimously approved by the people.

Of course, there are also some "smart people" who will question why the war in Northrend is so fierce, and why the Lich King can send powerful assassins to assassinate Lord Benedictas from far away, and most importantly, how can the itinerary of a big man like him be leaked?

But most of these "smart people" were invited to tea by MI7 after expressing their doubts, and those who refused to change their ways would be secretly sent to the battlefield of Northrend in the dead of night in the name of "volunteering to join the army for the revenge of Lord Benedictas".

Everything is harmonious, everything is not a big problem, especially after some loyal priests of the Cathedral of Light volunteered to join the army, the cultist disaster that had intensified in the entire kingdom was completely suppressed in the next 2 months.

Well, it probably boils down to the fact that the soldiers were inspired by the will of the dead archbishop, so they could not tolerate all evil, and finally under the guidance of justice, they completely defeated madness and evil.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

This is a forging room filled with a scorching atmosphere, the heavy sound of forging is constantly coming from the inside, the temperature in the room has reached at least 50 degrees or more, ordinary people will be burned when they walk in, obviously, what is being built here is not an ordinary weapon.

Muladin the Copperbeard Prince waved the black forging hammer in his hand, carefully hammering it on a red-burned, unquenched primordial battle axe in front of him, while Dick stood with his hands tied, even from the eyes of a grandmaster blacksmith, the dwarven prince's forging skills were not good, in fact, Dick had always suspected that Muradine and Magni were probably the most brilliant blacksmiths in Azeroth.

"Bang"

The dwarf put down the hammer in his hand, picked up a small hammer again, tapped it lightly on the edge of the blade, then breathed a sigh of relief, put the hammer aside, took the towel that Dick handed him, wiped the sweat from his head, and then glanced at Dick.

The latter immediately took out a bucket of water that exuded a white cold air from the side, wrapped in holy light, carefully carried the edge of the bucket, and poured it into the sink next to it.

It was water taken from the 10,000-year-old glacier near the Frost Castle, and it was definitely one of the coldest liquids in Azeroth, and only this temperature could guarantee that this weapon would complete a perfect quenching process in an instant.

Muradin carefully picked up the embryo of the tomahawk with iron tongs and lowered it into the water.

"Bang la la la"

It wasn't the white mist that came out of the quenching of ordinary weapons, but it was directly frozen in the water, and after a few seconds, Muradin reached out and touched the exposed axe hilt, and nodded at Dick.

The paladin raised his fist, the scorching light danced on his fist, and then smashed his fist on the long strip of ice in front of him, and finally with one hand, a black, gorgeous and hideous black battle axe, which seemed to have its own life, was held in his hand.

"Uh... It's done, Shadowblade!"

Dick took the heavy battle axe in his hands and examined it carefully.

This is a black single-edged axe, the axe blade pulls out two sharp spear tips left and right, in a straight line, and there are three raised small blades on the blade, so that the lethality and beauty of this battle axe are improved at the same time, in the position of the back of the axe, is a raised small axe blade, just like the protruding blade, it is also extremely lethal.

In the center of the two sides of the tomahawk and the place where the axe handle is connected, there are two blue gems, which are the most perfect soul gems taken from the Black Scythe Council, and on the axe face of the tomahawk, there are also dense ravines pre-left, which are prepared for the later infusion and enchantment.

The entire tomahawk is 1.5 meters long, a real two-handed axe, simple in appearance, but when it is held in Dick's hand, the ferocity is already revealed, and on the edge of the axe handle, the names of Muradin and Dick are engraved on it, which is the tradition of the master blacksmiths, and only when the works that make the most satisfying works come out that the demanding masters will leave their names on them.

Muradin stroked the weapon with fascination, and he took it from Dick, the battle axe was obviously a little too long for the dwarf, but that didn't affect the warrior's fondness for the weapon,

"This is simply the most perfect masterpiece! Balance, lethality, malleability, sturdiness, energy conduction, and even shape, are all perfect! The moment it was created, it already had the true qualities of a legendary weapon, and it only needed a little infusion of energy to give it a soul of its own!"

The master smashed his mouth and regretfully returned the tomahawk to Dick,

"I really envy you guy, you can have such a real weapon, the bloody storm it has set off on the battlefield will be the beginning of its real legend, Shadow Blade, tsk, this name is very worthy of it!"

Dick shook his head, he looked at the battle axe in his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"No, I'm not going to use it, and it's not done yet, it's just the beginning, it's going to take on a heavy load that no other weapon can do, but thankfully, we've done the most complicated step. ”

"So, you're going to give it to someone else?"

Muradin frowned, he took his pipe from his bosom, lit it with a scorching fire, and then looked at Dick and whispered,

"I don't advise you to do this, Dick, the legendary weapon has its own soul and characteristics, it is far from as simple as you think, if this weapon is tamed by others, you will lose it forever! I heard my brother say that Thorrison of Black Iron was lucky enough to create a legendary weapon, and in order to forge that thing, he hollowed out the entire Darkforge City, and was even willing to bow down to Ironforge Castle, and that lucky guy got the core of the Fire Demon King, without that, it would be impossible for him to succeed... Well, that's a long way off. ”

The old dwarf shook his shoulders apologetically, and then accentuated his tone,

"Who are you going to give it to?"

"I don't know yet... I'm also not sure who had the luck and will to get Shadow Grief's acknowledgement. ”

While Dick and Muradin were discussing, Uther frowned and looked at the messenger in front of him, far above the Angasa camp.

It was a frost dwarf riding a giant eagle, who claimed to be the emissary of King Yog Stormheart and the Light, but under the interrogation of the guards, he insisted on seeing Uther in person before he could tell his mission.

In fact, when he saw Uther, the messenger trembled with fear.

This is not to say that the frost dwarves are timid, any creature will have this instinctive fear when they see Uther, it is the fear of lower beings against higher life, and it is the resistance of life itself to death, just like the prey sees the hunter.

"Say, dwarf, what news did you bring?"

Uther moved his hands impatiently, and the closer he got to Arthas, the more angry he grew inside, in fact, if it weren't for the Knights of the Black Blade who needed to be repaired, he would have rushed into the Icecrown Glacier with these dead knights.

Facing the impatient Death Knight Grand Lord, the frost dwarf gritted his teeth and said loudly,

"Sir Dick Don, let me send a message to Mr. Uther, he is waiting for you at Base K3 in the Stormcrags, if you want to desperately want to see the destruction of the Lich King, you better meet him, he says he has forged a weapon against the magic sword!"

"Huh?"

The expression on Uther's face immediately became subtle, and with a wave of his hand, Thassarian left with the messenger, and the Death Knight thought about it, picked up his helmet on the table, and strode to the flying platform.

"It's kind of interesting... Dick, what strange thing you've come up with!"