Slim said: "Great Elder... won't this sword turn into a spirit? I always feel that the evil spirit contained in it is too strong. Coupled with the sword soul of this sword, it is not impossible to turn into a spirit and walk away."
Malfurion frowned slightly after hearing this. Slim had long ago pointed out to him that Frostmourne was a hidden danger in the Holy Land. If it was left here, sooner or later something would happen and threaten the safety of the Holy Land.
Malfurion was not completely worried about this. Over the years, Frostmourne had been a hot potato in the Holy Land and could not be dealt with at all.
"Great Elder, do you think we should take some measures against this sword? We can't keep it here..." Before Slim could finish his words, he suddenly felt a murderous intent as cold as a knife locking on him.
It made him feel shocked.
Slim turned around suddenly, only to see Akasha staring at him coldly, her eyes as cold as the abyss.
"Akasha, what do you want to do? This is the Holy Land." Although Slim said with a strong voice, he felt very weak in his heart. After all, Akasha's strength was a whole level higher than his.
Akasha said coldly: "If you want to touch this sword, I guarantee that when you go to bed one day, you will not see the sun the next day."
"Akasha, you are too arrogant," Slim was furious. As an elder of the Holy Land, had he ever been threatened so nakedly, let alone in front of so many people.
Seeing the two people at war with each other, Malfurion frowned and said in a deep voice: "Stop arguing. If you have the energy for internal strife, it's better to deal with Nefarian. As for Frostmourne, that is the sword left by Mr. Nan. If there is no Nan
Sir, whether we can stand here is still unknown, and there is no need to mention it again in the future..."
Before Malfurion finished speaking, Akasha suddenly snorted and walked towards Frostmourne. As the distance between her and Frostmourne got closer and closer, Frostmourne's sword began to move.
He began to tremble, and his whimpering became louder and louder, until it was like rolling thunder.
Malfurion's expression changed slightly, "Do you want to draw your sword?"
Akasha didn't answer, just stared at Frostmourne persistently, and walked over step by step.
When everyone onlookers saw this scene, they couldn't help but hold their breath. Everyone knew that forty years ago, Frostmourne had severely damaged the extremely cold ghost who had just entered the seventh level. At that time, this sword had not appeared like it does today.
vision.
However, to everyone's surprise, Akasha walked to the statue of Gu Nansheng extremely smoothly, and the evil aura and energy of heaven and earth surrounding Frostmourne did not hinder her at all.
Akasha took a deep breath and reached into the black light rising into the sky...
Frostmourne's trembling became more and more severe. Just when Akasha was about to touch the statue of Gu Nansheng, Frostmourne suddenly screamed and broke away from the sculpture Gu Nansheng's hand, appearing directly in Akasha's hand.
The black light quickly disappeared, and the vortex formed by the vitality of heaven and earth also shrank into the sword body. Frostmourne returned to its primitive and dull color, and there was no more moaning.
This sudden scene made everyone stunned. Even Akasha found it unbelievable. Frostmourne, which had seriously injured her, was pulled out so easily by her?
At this moment, an extremely familiar energy passed along Frostmourne. That energy was vast and far-reaching, as endless as the deep universe. Akasha felt this energy, her nose felt sour, and she almost shed tears.
, this energy is exactly the essence and blood melted into the sword by the master...
In that battle forty years ago, Frostmourne was shattered by the intact Wings of Death. Gu Nansheng used the power of the Titans to recast Frostmourne with his own essence and blood and the endless energy of heaven and earth. In a sense,
, this sword is the incarnation of Gu Nansheng
Thinking of this, Akasha tightly held the hilt of Frostmourne's sword and said silently in her heart: "Master, I will never disgrace this sword..."
The sun has just risen, and a thin layer of mist is still hanging over Cross City. The shouts of soldiers training and the uniform footsteps of patrols can be heard from all over the training ground in the city.
Gu Nansheng, who was here, knew nothing about what happened in the capital city of the Holy Land yesterday. He ate some breakfast casually and was about to leave here with Jones and Taxixia and continue to set off. At this moment, the alarm sounded loudly among the city defenders.
rise.
The Holy Land warriors who were still training immediately rushed to the city wall after hearing the alarm, while the guards at the city gate pulled up the drawbridge as quickly as possible and completely sealed the city gate.
Gu Nansheng smiled bitterly when he saw this. He was really unlucky. Just a few days after entering the Holy Land, he was attacked by the Burning Legion. He would definitely not be able to leave today.
"Mr. Gu, let's stay away for a while." Taxixia said calmly. She was not very worried about the safety of the three of them. Taxixia has now reached the second level peak and is only one step away from the legendary hero. As long as she is not facing
The elite of the Burning Legion, her power is enough to keep the three of them safe.
Gu Nansheng and Jones Xiang naturally had no objection to this. During the war, the city walls were strictly guarded and the city gates were tightly closed. The defenders would not let anyone go. Even if they had flying dragons riding on them, they would be shot down by the defenders.
Now we can only pray for the victory of the Holy Land.
But at this moment, Gu Nansheng's expression suddenly changed, and he stared blankly in the direction of the Holy Land City, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.
"Brother Gu, what's wrong?" Jones Xiang noticed Gu Nansheng's abnormality at this time and asked in confusion.
"It's nothing." Gu Nansheng sighed softly in his heart, and his expression quickly returned to normal. He didn't want Jones to worry.
Just now, Gu Nansheng felt a familiar call in his heart. Although it was vague and seemed extremely far away, the feeling of being connected with flesh and blood was unmistakable.
Frostmourne...Old comrade, you are still waiting for me...
It has been forty years, and now when I think of the days when he and Frostmourne galloped on the battlefield together and were proud of the world, I feel like I am in another world.
Although Jones Xiang was confused, he was not too worried. Gu Nansheng could no longer control his mental power, and his perception of the surrounding environment was not as good as ordinary people. Therefore, Jones Xiang believed that Gu Nansheng could not discover things that he was not aware of.
He just remembered some past events and felt emotional.
At this moment, the sound of rolling thunder came from the air. Jones looked up and saw a crimson meteorite carrying blazing chaotic flames, hitting it with lightning speed.
"Boom!" With a deafening explosion, a small section of the magic-reinforced city wall was directly destroyed. The soldiers there didn't even hum, and were directly destroyed in the flames.
Jones Xiang's face suddenly turned ugly. This skill was so powerful that it definitely came from the hands of a legendary hero.
