The arrival of the dwarves brought a festive atmosphere to the camp. Hot food, delicious broth and large glasses of beer quickly dissipated the little unhappiness.
The exiled Prince of Alsace is undoubtedly a broken ship about to sink.
But this broken ship was able to pick up those alien mercenaries, which made Muradin feel fear and awe.
No one is afraid of the unknown power, even the dark power of death.
Once he was really coerced into boarding the pirate ship, Muradin lost all worries, especially after drinking a few glasses of beer. Muradin, who felt his body warm, put his arm around Alsace's shoulders and said angrily:
"Back then, I tried my best to persuade your father to kill these damn beasts as soon as possible. This saved us dwarves from being on tenterhooks. Your father just refused to listen. Now he has finally suffered retribution, hasn't he? Lordaeron is completely over."
Muradin cursed the orcs loudly and said in anger:
"Thall, this shameless bastard, claims to be a savior, not to mention what he calls himself. I heard that he will ascend the throne in Lordaeron, and he will be known as the Prince of All Races of Azeroth, the Super Invincible, and the greatest King of all time. Ai
All the kings of Xerath must worship him, otherwise he will send troops to fight. He is really a beast that deserves to go to hell."
"Your father, King Terenas, laid the foundation for Azeroth's disaster. Of course, you can't blame him entirely. If it weren't for that bastard Medivh, who would the orcs be?"
Robbie also came over to toast and poured a full glass of beer. Muradin responded with some fear. He specially asked for the Ax of Violence to study it carefully and exclaimed.
"The material of the ax is very good. It is a metal that has never been seen before. It is full of toughness and extremely strong. Unfortunately, the craftsmanship is too poor and there is no enchantment. Otherwise, it may become a legendary weapon or even an artifact, and it will be a waste of natural resources.
I can guarantee that the person who forged this weapon must be the worst blacksmith I know."
Muradin shouted loudly, feeling very sorry. Robbie took the opportunity to ask:
"So, what are you doing here in this snowy Northrend?"
Muradin hesitated for a moment. He swallowed a big mouthful of food and drank it with his beer: "Okay, young man, we are here because of the orcs!"
"What does it have to do with orcs?" Robbie asked curiously.
"We can't sit still and wait for death. We need a powerful weapon that can fight against the invasion of the orcs. It is best to have an artifact that can fight against the guardian Medivh. Of course, this is impossible."
He blinked and took out a lot of treasure maps and other stuff.
"You know, we dwarves are very interested in some weird things! Some things are attracting our attention. They are interesting, but of course they are also accompanied by dangers. It is a worthwhile adventure."
Arthas suddenly had hope. He learned that the dwarves had an organization called the "Explorers' Society", and Muradin and his brother Brann Bronzebeard were the founders of this organization.
Alsace suppressed his dual emotions of worry and excitement and asked eagerly:
"Have you ever heard of a sword called Frostmourne?"
Muradin scratched his head. He felt Arthas' excitement, but he still told the truth: "I swear on my beard, I have never heard of Frostmourne. Tell me everything about this sword."
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Alsace sighed, unable to even drink anymore, and finally showed a slight sense of loss.
Robbie was not surprised. He had suspected something for a long time and knew that he should tell Muradin something at this time. He said as detailed as possible:
"Frostmourne is a rune sword. It can absorb the souls of the dead and use these souls to create terrifying undead legions. Orcs are our common enemy. With this sword, the people of Lordaeron can be powerful enough."
With his own strength, he drove the orcs out of the Eastern Kingdom."
"If so, this is really a good weapon."
Muradin lit his pipe, smoking the special tobacco brought from Stratholme, and fell into thinking:
"Pretty good tobacco. You know, my brother Magni is a master forger. My craftsmanship is on par with his brother, but we can only make weapons inlaid with gems. We don't have much research on runes. I'm really good at it."
I want to see what a rune sword looks like."
Robbie noticed Muradin's treasure map, pointed at a strange flame and asked:
"What's this?"
"The eternal flame, which only exists in the oldest volcanoes, can melt all metals in the world, even your ax is no exception. I am here for it." Muradin frowned, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
"Just a few days ago, an ancient volcano erupted in the Dragon Bone Plains. I was lucky enough to find the Eternal Flame. Unfortunately, it was protected by a large group of elemental creatures, so I hired mercenaries for this purpose."
The dwarf was furious and silently protested that Robbie had killed his mercenary.
After hearing this, Robbie finally understood.
It turns out that the so-called Frostmourne does not exist at all.
According to the history of the Guardians, Frostmourne was created by the Burning Legion.
If the Burning Legion really has such a magic sword, why bother to seduce poor Prince Arthas? Wouldn't it be better for some dreadlord to pick up this magic sword?
"Muradin, if we help you obtain the Eternal Flame, are you willing to help us create Frostmourne."
Muradin's movements stopped, and he ignored the burning of the pipe in his hand. Like a statue, he remained silent for a long time before saying:
"Creating an artifact requires special rare metals."
Robbie took out his Ax of Violence: "How about melting this weapon?"
Muradin nodded and then said:
"A good weapon needs a good magic crystal as the source of power. If it is an artifact, it needs an extremely special crystal. This kind of crystal is hard to find in the world."
Arthas took out the Holy Light Crystal from Uther's lover, the Earth Princess.
Looking at the demon's head with closed eyes on the crystal, Muradin's eyes were clearly shining.
"If Frostmourne was a rune sword, do you have the suitable runes?"
"We have twelve runes of the dead." Alsace's face flushed with excitement.
"You don't need so many. There is no need to engrave the three runes of blood, frost, and evil. The other nine runes are enough." Robbie suggested.
Muradin also couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He paced back and forth in the tent, and finally made up his mind, looking at Alsace's face and said:
"A master forger can never resist the urge to forge an artifact. It's really hard for me to bear this temptation. But I don't want to release a demon because of this, let alone bring disaster to the continent of Azeroth."
"Prince Arthas, I know what happened in Lordaeron. The Knights of the Silver Hand, the high elves of Quel'Thalas, and the Kingdom of Dalaran all played extremely disgraceful roles. You hate them. My
There is only one request, please do not anger the people of Quel'Thalas and Dalaran because of your hatred, and please do not use Frostmourne to slaughter innocent people."
Alsace nodded solemnly: "Although an oath cannot bind anything, I can swear it."
"I believe in you. You have always been a good boy who keeps your word." Muradin patted Alsace on the shoulder and nodded to Robbie: "It's worth looking forward to. A divine weapon is about to be born."