Some say that the power of Minethil is a warhammer used by Arthas, the Lich King, before he fell, while others say that it is just an ordinary magical two-handed hammer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoActually, people don't know that the power of Minahir has another name, called Emperor Death, which means the fall of the emperor.

Arthas was the prince of Lordaeron, and the only people who could truly be called emperors were his father, Terenus Minechr II, and his grandfather, Minethil I.

It is known that the old king Minethil II's weapon was a two-handed sword, but the weapon used by Minethil I is unknown.

But it is known that the power of Minethil is a symbol of the royal power of the Minehir family, and a totem of their immortal rule. It was even painted on the Lordaeron Seal, becoming the symbol of what was once the most powerful empire of mankind.

This sacred hammer, which was supposed to be taught to Minethil X and Bai, lost its brilliance when Arthas fell. It has now become a testament to the Lich King's terrifying power, the first trophy of Arthas' quest to destroy the kingdom.

Seeing that this former hammer of imperial power has been transformed into a weapon that exudes the strange power of natural disasters, I can't help but feel a little lost in my heart.

"Is this really the weapon that the damn monster used to use?" The dwarf sergeant asked in surprise.

"Hmm." I frowned and said, "Of course, that was before he slaughtered the people of Stratholme. ”

"What do you mean?"

"While Arthas was marching on Stratholme, the Lightbringer Uther and Lady Gianna broke away from his party. Unbelieving that his mentor and girlfriend would 'betray' him, he discarded Minethil's power and chose a marshal's hammer called 'Vengeance of the Light' as a weapon in his many collections to show his determination to destroy all natural disasters. Now that I think about it, it's ironic. ”

"The revenge of the Light! The warhammer that killed Lord Muradin! The green tendons on the dwarven sergeant's head jumped up, and his teeth creaked.

"Haha, Muradin didn't die, he was just stunned by the energy wave generated by Arthas's magic sword pulling......"

"What, Lord Muradin is not dead? Are you sure? Is it true? Answer me quickly! The dwarven sergeant was even more agitated, and he grabbed my wrist hard, and said to me with red eyes.

It's broken, it's broken, it's a spoiler, it's a spoiler. Muradin's return is what happened after that, and I even inadvertently said it, how can this be good.

Muradin, one of the three famous Brass Whisker brothers of the Iron Castle Furnace. The eldest brother, Magni Copperbeard, was the former king of Ironforge, but was later plotted and turned into a crystal statue. In our time, he has been kept in the underground chamber of the King's Hall of Ironforge, guarded day and night by the most loyal guards. Everyone expects that maybe one day, this great king will return again.

Brian Copperbeard, one of the founders of the Council of Explorers, is a passionate adventurer and exploring ancient ruins. Of course, he's also a troublemaker, but he miraculously saves the day every time.

The second of the three brothers is what we call Muradin's Copperbeard. Together with his brother Brian, he founded the Explorers' Guild, and while exploring in Northrend, he discovered the magic sword, Frostmourn. However, a large number of undead creatures appeared around the magic sword, and nearly wiped out Muradin's team.

However, they were unexpectedly rescued by the Arsatian legions, who told him what he had discovered after learning that Arthas had come to hunt down the terror lord Melganis.

Eventually, Arthas unheeded the dissuasion and drew his sword and became a Death Knight under the first Lich King, while Muradin, who was knocked unconscious by the sword's power and lost his memory.

The dwarves thought he was dead and vowed to avenge him. But what they didn't know was that instead of dying, Muradin had become king of the frost dwarves. This story is also twisty enough, but this is a later story.

But now I'm talking about the future, which of course shocks the dwarven sergeant. As I pondered how to explain, a voice came from behind me.

"Hey, don't listen to him. He used to be a paladin, and his mouth was full of gossip from some churches. Later, he became a Death Knight again, and he became even more nonsense. He had told us that Fish Slav was going to destroy the world, hahaha...... "Werewolves had already turned into humans and blended into the crowd, but then he turned back into his werewolf form and walked up to me and explained to the dwarf sergeant.

The presence of the werewolf caused several nervous guards to draw their swords from their waists, while the dwarves motioned for them to lay down their weapons.

"I've seen your heroism, and the number of spider cubs that have died at your hands is too many to count on your fingers." The dwarven sergeant let go of my wrist, looked up at the werewolf, and said, "But you are not part of the Alliance, and you werewolves are not good. Although you helped us in this battle, no one knows if you will stab us in the back in the future......"

"Dear Sergeant, things are not as complicated as you think. I'm a werewolf with free will, and William's most loyal comrade-in-arms, so you don't have to worry about me betraying you at all. The werewolf said calmly.

"But no werewolves have joined the Alliance......" Sergeant Dwarf was noncommittal.

"I've heard that there is one of the largest adventurer guilds in the Alliance, called Beginning of Judgment. One of their leaders is Sartre, you should know that the Sartre race is an out-and-out demon, but the alliance still accepts him. No matter how evil we werewolves are, we can't beat the Burning Legion, so please give me a chance and I'll prove my loyalty and reliability. ”

"After all, Sartre used to be a Night Elf, but a werewolf ......"

"I used to be a human being." The werewolf said sincerely.

"Well...... well! You are welcome to join the alliance and I will be your introducer. The dwarven sergeant thought for a moment, then let out a rough smile again.

"That's my pleasure."

"Hahahaha......" the dwarf sergeant laughed and patted the werewolf's arm.

I went, and I began to admire this usually gloomy and mean werewolf. I really didn't expect him to be so sociable, he not only resolved my mistakes, but also solved the problem of my own identity, which was amazing.

"Then let's consider the issue of this warhammer now." The werewolf reminded the sergeant.

"Oh, yes. Whoever its previous owner was, it was a magic hammer that only true warriors should use. The dwarven sergeant turned to me and said, "Death Knight, you were the one who killed this Crypt Lord, so only you deserve this trophy." ”

"Yes, only the captain deserves it."

"Divine soldiers are worthy of heroes, and the captain deserves it."

"The captain's weapon is broken, and now it's time to use this magic hammer."

"Yes, yes......"

Listening to the shouts of my teammates, my heart was repeatedly recalling that mysterious voice. "I have prepared a gift for you, accept my gift, and welcome death with joy...... "Is this gift the power of Minethil in front of you?" And who is whispering to me?

"William, what are you waiting for? Pick it up, everyone is waiting. The werewolf whispered in my ear.

I glanced at the werewolf, and a sense of foreboding suddenly popped up in my heart. "Is he genuinely trying to get me a powerful weapon, or is he encouraging me?"

I don't have a deep friendship with werewolves, and although we fought side by side in the past, we both had our own goals at the time, so we can only say that we have the same interests and use each other.

But in this battle, the werewolf gave me a new impression. He not only gave me the confidence to continue fighting, but also disregarded my own safety to relieve me, which was really beyond my imagination.

Maybe I didn't really see through the werewolf before, or maybe my prejudices were blocking our relationship.

I was cursed to become a death knight, and he was cursed to become a werewolf. We share the same name, we share a similar fate, and we should be a pair of best friends who talk about everything. But every time I see him, I think back to the tragic past that happened to me. So I hated him for a while, I hated him.

But now, I don't think that way anymore. It seems that I have really found a comrade-in-arms who can trust my life, a friend who can share weal and pain.

I threw away the ominous thought and nodded trustfully at the werewolf. Looking at the expectant eyes of my teammates next to me, I finally made up my mind.

I picked up the hammer, and a bitter chill ran down my hand and through my body. The power of this frost continued to pour into every cell in my body, filling my already exhausted body with strength again.

I raised my warhammer with one hand and shouted, "For the Union!" ”

"For the Alliance!" Everyone shouted in unison.

I am very happy, and my confidence and ideals have gradually returned to my heart. It seems that I really became a hero. Not only did I earn honor, but I also received a weapon that complemented my frost power.

And with the followers and help of these fearless warriors, maybe I can really change history, maybe I can really create a better future.

"It went so well, it was perfect...... I couldn't help but sigh.