As the days passed, Robbie, Arthas, and Muradin often sat together to discuss, and occasionally fierce quarrels broke out. They needed to discuss the style of Frostmourne, how to inlay the Holy Light Crystal, and how to arrange the nine crystals.
Runes, even the size of swords.
One drawing after another was drawn and discarded. After discussion, the naive idea at the beginning was found to be unrealistic, so I had to open up my imagination again.
The runes of the dead are powerful. The first three runes, blood, frost, and evil, are basic runes suitable for use by natural disaster soldiers. The subsequent natural disaster and mutation runes are used to create the natural disaster legions.
The remaining seven runes, Mind Confusion, Soul Pollution, Dark Parasitism, Shadow Trap, Life Siphon, Soul Harvest, and Ultimate Wrath, are all runes that give the generals of the Scourge Legion super combat power. One of them is on a weapon.
One rune is enough to rival a legendary weapon.
What's more, to accommodate nine runes, not only does the material need to be strong enough, but the weapon also needs to be large enough.
Muradin looked at the final drawings and frowned fiercely. He took a swig of beer in dissatisfaction.
After many days of deliberations, the three of them expressed their opinions. After considering various issues and weighing the pros and cons, Frostmourne was built to be extremely large.
The length is about two meters and the width is more than half a meter. For a typical door panel giant sword, it is not enough to only inlay nine runes. The nine runes must be arranged in various combinations to ensure the stability of the sword body.
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Fortunately, the Ax of Violence is huge enough, so it can be used as a door-panel giant sword.
Muradin expressed serious disdain for the unusually rough shape of the sword.
This sword only takes into account the power and the sturdiness of the sword itself. Unfortunately, it does not have any artistry at all and cannot reflect the superb forging skills of the dwarves.
Although the dwarves are not as fond of flashy techniques such as hollow patterns or complicated pattern decorations like the elves, Muradin believes that this great sword has lost the beauty that a weapon should have and is simply a weapon made for killing.
At Muradin's insistence, he stubbornly wanted to use the remaining materials to build a small Frostmourne. Although the power was greatly reduced, and the blade was relatively fragile and easy to break, it was enough to demonstrate Muradin's superb forging skills.
Robbie carefully looked at the drawings of the small Frostmourne. Although it exuded an evil and dark charm, and the complicated and twisting blade was beautiful enough, the sword body was not strong enough.
Once the twelfth rune of ultimate wrath is used, this small Frostmourne is prone to cracks.
"This is a beautiful work of art, do you understand? It reflects the identity and status of the natural disaster commander. It is a decoration worn around the waist to win the hearts of beautiful women at the ball. It is not a stupid thing used for killing."
Muradin expressed disdain for Robbie's advice:
"Don't ever say that I made that ugly giant sword. Oh my God, I can't afford to disgrace this person."
During these days, the three of them did a lot of things.
Arthas continued to gather nearby small undead teams, forming an undead army.
His Highness the Prince is not good at mind control magic. His method is to expel the souls in these corpses and replace them with the souls of the people of Lordaeron. There is no doubt about their loyalty. This is a team that completely belongs to Lordaeron.
When the team became large enough, the three of them also determined the blueprint of Frostmourne and began to head north, fighting towards the Dragon Bone Plains. The natural disaster army looked at every direction they passed and fled.
Alsace was more restrained. He tried his best to avoid harassing the local residents and marched in inaccessible areas. Basically, he traveled day and night and moved in a low-key manner.
As more and more undead gathered, traces of Mal'Ganis could be seen everywhere. This fear lord obviously had his own plans, which made both Robbie and Arthas a little worried.
After destroying an ice troll camp and resurrecting a few warriors for his own use, Mal'Ganis became more and more angry as he saw that after many days of fighting, there were fewer and fewer subordinates.
Going deep into this cold frozen land, the Dreadlord has enough reasons.
Knowledge is definitely not created out of thin air. It is impossible for someone to enlighten the world overnight and destroy the world.
The Dreadlord made a reasonable analysis based on the intelligence collected. Arthas's power should come from Kel'Thuzad, and Kel'Thuzad's knowledge came from Ner'zhul. This tortured old orc must be hiding something.
What.
Mal'Ganis even suspected that Ner'zhul should be the Legion's experiment.
The legion gave him some unstable powers and asked him to practice them in this world to see the effects. Unfortunately, this stupid old orc was too weak and had insufficient IQ. He was robbed of his precious wealth by Kel'Thuzad, and thus taught him
Alsace is such an outlier.
There are many factions within the Legion, and Mal'Ganis doesn't know which faction is responsible for it, but practice has proven that Ner'zhul's knowledge is very useful, and he is eager to get everything.
It's a pity that even though we knew that Ner'zhul was in Northrend, we couldn't find the whereabouts of this old orc.
Mal'Ganis led his subordinates to search many areas, but all efforts were in vain. He knew that Arthas was following behind him, so he had to allocate some troops to delay time. This was the reason why his subordinates were becoming fewer and fewer.
After repairing it in the camp for a long time, Mal'Ganis hesitated and inserted a magic beacon.
He hopes to get help from Dalaran mages. Maybe they have some good ideas. Although Dalaran is also jealous of Arthas' power, once he seeks help from Dalaran, if he really gets something, he has to share a piece of the pie.
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The exquisite little leather boots jumped out of the portal.
Jaina, full of beauty and gorgeously dressed, stepped out of the portal with a gorgeous crown on her head.
"Look who is here, Her Majesty the noble Queen of Lordaeron." Mal'Ganis said in a sinister tone: "When you become the queen of the surviving humans in Lordaeron, will you continue to provide meat for the orcs?"
"The orcs are the saviors of Azeroth, and they deserve to enjoy this honor." Jaina said with a smile.
Malganis was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said:
"I have witnessed the destruction of tens of thousands of worlds, and tempted countless kings to fall into darkness. But there is nothing I can do about people like you, because your heart is inherently dark."
"Thank you for your compliment." Jaina showed a perfect smile and held up the crown on her head:
"Thall will soon be crowned king in Lordaeron, and I will also be crowned queen. The path of the king is bloody and cruel. How many of them are not black-hearted?"
"Little girl, listen up, even the Nasrezim tribe like us, who are proud of their cunning and insidiousness, are absolutely not allowed to kill their own tribe. Being ruthless to one's own tribe is a symbol of incompetence and stupidity."
"Are you trying to sow discord?" Jaina raised her head and said proudly: "My loyalty to Thrall, the savior, is evident to all."
"Haha, there is no need to provoke. Stupid humans like you will eventually be eliminated by history. You are destined to become a delicacy on Sal's table. He must be very happy to enjoy this delicious delicacy. As a growing delicacy, you come here
What’s the purpose?”
The Dread Lord is good at bewitching people's minds, and his words hit Jaina's heart right away. The joyful look on her face disappeared, and gloom and sorrow flooded Jaina's face.
"The Lord Guardian orders you to monitor Arthas." (To be continued)