After his eyes adjusted to the light in the box, Diego saw a palm-sized piece lying quietly inside the box. The fragment rested on a very dazzling piece of red silk, but Diego's eyes were completely drawn to the fragment.

It looked like it had broken off from a sword-like weapon, and Diego could see the blood groove in the middle of the sword's spine, but what attracted people's attention the most was not its deep blood groove, nor its sharp edges, nor the broken teeth of its canines, but the multicolored light that emanated from its interior. The fiery red of life, the deep blue of arcane, the psychedelic green of dreams, the golden yellow of time, and the heavy black of the earth, the power of the five guardian dragons flowed and surged on this fragment, exuding a brilliant color like glass.

"Dragonlord's Blade?" Diego asked in a trance.

"Yes, I know what you're thinking, but it's not as you think, this piece is not part of the Demon's Soul," the king looked at Diego encouragingly, motioning for him to reach out, "Put your hand on it!" ”

Diego hesitated, but out of trust in the king, he reached out his right hand and touched the fragment. The moment his fingers touched the fragments, clear images of memories rushed into his mind along with the cold touch.

It was in a barren valley, the surrounding scene was like the end of the world, the yellow dust obscured the sky, the cracked ground was full of gushing lava, and a tall Eredar demon was waiting beside the hottest lava river, and not far behind him, several wounded dragons were restrained to the ground in thick chains. Five dragons, five colors, red dragon, green dragon, blue dragon, black dragon, bronze dragon, once fearless, their eyes are full of fear at this moment.

Finally, when the temperature of the rushing river of lava finally reached its highest point, and the original red lava turned almost incandescent, the Eredar demon reached out and pulled an oversized two-handed heavy sword from the lava. The heat on the hilt of the sword clashed violently with the magical energy that protected his palm, making a sizzling sound. The moment the Eredar demon turned to look at the dragons to be slaughtered, Diego recognized who it was—Akmund the Polluter, the right-hand man of the Dark Titan Sargeras, one of the commanders of the Burning Legion! He suddenly realized that the memory he was seeing was the scene when the Dragonlord's Blade was forged in ancient times.

Akmund struck with a scorn and walked towards the dragons, sword in hand. As if aware of the terrible fate they were about to face, the five dragons struggled one after another, but the heavy injuries made their struggles look weak, let alone the powerful dragon's breath. The largest of them all, the black dragon, took a deep breath, but the next moment he coughed violently, and a few wisps of black smoke drifted out of its nostrils, making him look like a sick ghost who was struggling to breathe.

As the dragons watched in anger and fear, Akmund approached the nearest red dragon. Without mercy, he raised his sword and thrust it into the red dragon's chest. I went in and was deep enough to reach the handle.

With an earth-shattering wail, the dragon twitched violently. The pain of being pierced in the heart made it tremble and the pain was unbearable, and what was even more desperate was that the terrifying weapon of dazzling red light emanated, like a parasite burrowing into its body, and the red dragon felt that its power, life, and even soul were being absorbed by it. It struggled desperately to give its companion a final warning, but it was too late, and it couldn't even make a sound. In just a few minutes, it was sucked dry by the sword, leaving only dry skin and rotten horns, the remnants of which eventually disappeared into the wind as a hot wind blew.

Akmund continued his work, the brutal scene repeated itself on the other dragons, and when the sword finally drained the essence of the last bronze dragon, its casting was finally complete. The power of the five-colored dragon shone brightly on it, and the five bound dragon souls screamed wildly within the heavy sword, cursing the demons who held it, but this curse, along with their power, was used by the demons against their own people and compatriots until the moment the heavy sword shattered. Now, the dragon's curse has been dissipated with the liberated dragon's soul, and only some of the dragon's power remains in the fragments.

Diego finally sighed and removed his hand from the shard. A wisp of golden sand of time like an illusion slipped from his fingertips and fell back into the shards. Diego realized that what he had just seen was a manifestation of the power of the bronze dragons to travel back in time, the last vestiges of these dragon souls in the world.

"Azeroth will remember these sacrificed dragon souls!" After a long while, Diego came back to his senses from the scene he had just seen and said with emotion.

"A few years ago, during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Dragonlord's Blade was shattered into several pieces, and as trophies, they were divided among the victors, this one was brought back by the Stormwind legions who participated in that battle, but it is said that the orcs later put the pieces together and used demonized silver melt and connecting crystal powder to bond them together into a cracked two-handed sword, which they called the Cataclysmic Blade." The king told Diego about the origin of the fragment, and finally, with a snap, he closed the lid and handed it to him, "Now, it's yours!" ”

"Why?" Diego asked, surprised, and to be honest, it was completely unexpected.

"As a reward for your bravery," said the King solemnly, "in fact I do not think it is sufficient to honour you for this meritorious service, for the life of a king is worth more than this fragment." ”

"Take it," Berval persuaded him, "unless you feel that this is not enough. ”

Well, what else can he say? Diego reluctantly took the box.

"What can I do with it?" He opened the case again, looking at the gleaming fragment of the weapon.

"Whatever you want," said the king with some unnatural cough, drawing Diego's gaze away from the shard, "I must tell you one thing, lest you later say that I took advantage of you." ”

"Huh?" Diego looked at him puzzled.

"This weapon was forged with demonic essentia, and once this metal is forged, it is difficult to melt it again, and we have struggled to find a way to reforge it without letting the dragon's power escape from it, so we ......"

"So you dumped it at me?" Diego said a little angrily, he felt that he had been tricked, although he didn't mind any reward, but not with such a playful person, okay? "You can't do that, that's not what an upright king should do!"

"Of course, if you don't want this, I can trade it for something else, the chest in this treasure trove is up to you, but to be honest, I don't think anything else is more precious than this fragment!" The king spread his hands and said helplessly. To be honest, he didn't want to cheat, but all the valuable things in the palace had been sold by him and exchanged for all kinds of materials here, and he really didn't have anything else to sell.

"Okay, that's it!" Diego said reluctantly. But his heart had already blossomed, wasn't it the smelting method of the Demon Essentia Ingot? I'm sorry, but the uncle just has it in his hand!

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