"Surveillance on Arthas, hehehe!" Mal'Ganis made a cold and harsh laugh:
"I am not you, a stupid little girl, a delicious food for the orcs, a minion of the guardian, and a shameless lackey. The Nasrezim's will is free, and no one can order us."
Jaina bit her lip. Although she was panicking inside, she had to complete the guardian's instructions and defended:
"Alsace's power does not belong to you. It is not a power you can control. That kind of power requires special blood, and you are just a Dread Lord. You do not have this ability."
Jaina raised her voice and said: "Only the Guardian is qualified to obtain the power of Arthas. You'd better put away this wishful thinking. Your efforts are destined to be in vain and you will get nothing."
Mal'Ganis frowned slightly. The words about blood really touched him. The Dread Lords were masters of souls, but they were powerless in plundering blood. Their bodies were not mortal flesh and blood.
If this is true, his efforts are doomed to be in vain.
"Then what can I get?" Mal'Ganis became a little more serious and asked in a transactional tone: "Nasrezim will never serve others in vain."
"What about human souls?" Jaina saw that Mal'Ganis believed in her, and gave the conditions she had prepared long ago: "What the orcs need is the flesh and blood of the people of Lordaeron, and the souls belong to you, the Dread Lord."
"Hahaha!"
Mal'Ganis showed an expression of disdain. Jaina was so mean and shameless that even the Dread Lord was defeated:
"No wonder Guardian Medivh wants to retain some humans in Lordaeron. It seems that he has already considered it. I need souls that are willing to sacrifice. You have to promote the greatness of the Dread Lord in your human kingdom."
Every time the Dread Lord dies, his soul will be damaged, which requires external souls to repair it. Devouring the soul is not an easy task. It is best to be a follower of the Dread Lord and be willing to dedicate everything you have.
"Yes, but this is conditional. You must help Thrall conquer the entire continent of Azeroth and eradicate all other races. The souls of all creatures in this world can be dedicated to the Dread Lord."
In this way, Jaina decided a tragic fate for the surviving humans in Lordaeron.
"A fair deal." Mal'Ganis showed greed:
"Jaina, I am looking forward to your soul, which is full of darkness and evil, a soul that is hopelessly stupid, and a rare delicacy in the world. So tell me, what is Arthas doing here?"
Jaina's face became darker and darker, and the Dread Lord's contempt made her afraid, but she still had to answer:
"There are rumors that he is looking for a magic sword called Frostmourne. It is said to be made by your Burning Legion and can give people powerful power."
Of course Mal'Ganis had heard of this, and his sarcasm became even stronger:
"A tauren's drunken lie actually attracted the attention of the Guardian. If there really is that magic sword, the Burning Legion will not give it to anyone. Delicious Jaina, go back and tell the Guardian that I will complete it."
His explanation.”
Jaina felt only a biting coldness. She trembled all over and fled back to the portal.
In the volcano that suddenly erupted a few months ago, most of the lava has stopped flowing and solidified into solid volcanic rock. Only the area near the crater is still hot, with flames and smoke spewing out from time to time.
Volcanic eruptions brought lava and disasters, fertile volcanic ash, and many unconscious fire elements. Elemental creatures formed by the power of flames wandered around the crater area.
Although there are many fire elements, they cannot withstand the power of natural disasters. Under the impact of the undead team, the fire elements are quickly wiped out and the flame core is taken out, which is one of the best fuels for making weapons.
The so-called eternal flame is just a very small flame. It is a weak but essential fire that can ignite the core of the fire element and obtain unimaginable temperatures. It is a rare thing that can be encountered but not sought.
Near the crater, using the power of earth fire, the dwarves built a furnace.
Muradin took matters into his own hands, igniting the forge with eternal flames.
The process of creating Frostmourne is simpler than imagined. The material of the Ax of Violence itself is a kind of pure metal, and there is no need to repeatedly temper the dregs in it, eliminating the most labor-intensive stage of creating a weapon.
Make a sword mold according to the drawing, then melt the Ax of Violence and pour it into the sword mold.
After it was formed, several dwarves gathered around the giant sword and hammered it, using some special forging techniques to make the blade flat and smooth, like a mirror.
This ugly giant sword is mainly for practical value and does not even need decorative patterns.
The next step is to inlay the holy light crystal, outline the magic lines, and cool the sword with thousands of years of ice. The giant sword is a weapon used to cast spells. There is no need to sharpen the edge. The final work is to carve talismans on the sword.
arts.
Muradin didn't do much research on runes, and there were too many runes that needed to be carved. This tedious and detailed work was completed by Robby and Arthas.
For the small Frostmourne, Muradin put more energy into it. He personally picked up the hammer and hammered it repeatedly. Whether it was the structure of the hilt or the twists and turns of the blade, he spent a lot of effort.
I have to admit that under Muradin's hammering, the small Two Sorrows gradually took shape. The ferocious demon head on the hilt, the curved magic horn as a guard, and the jagged blade all reflected the superb skills of the dwarves.
As for the door-shaped giant Frostmourne, it is simply too ugly to look at and has no friends.
It seems that the style of Frostmourne that is popular in the world is this small model. The giant Frostmourne is so shameless that it is not even included in the history of the Guardians.
After more than ten days of this, the work of engraving the runes of the giant Frostmourne was in the final stage, and the small Frostmourne was about to be completed. Muradin was very satisfied with his work, and his whole body felt a little uplifted.
"Have you ever felt that someone is peeking at us?" Robbie had a strange intuition and said to Alsace.
Arthas temporarily stopped working, closed his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis. He tried to peek here, but he was too timid to show his head. He is to the east, in a small canyon.
"
"I'm going to kill him."
I have to admit that when it comes to care and patience, Alsace is still better. When it comes to engraving runes, Alsace has to complete the final touches. Robbie takes the initiative to take on the task of destroying the Dread Lord.
After grabbing the justice of the Holy Light, Robbie led a few soldiers and ran towards the direction of the small canyon.
Mal'Ganis had been peeping here with the Eye of Kilrogg, but he didn't dare to get too close. He just noticed that these people were forging a weapon, and thinking of the prophecy of Frostmourne, Mal'Ganis'
curiosity.
Not long after Robbie left, Muradin took the lead to complete the work. He waved a small model of Frostmourne and made several gestures that he thought were handsome. The dwarf staggered as if he was drunk, and muttered triumphantly:
"Whoever gets this sword will gain infinite power. The sharp blade kills lives, and the power wounds the soul."
"I think seducing a woman at a ball is not killing a life! At most, it is creating a life." Alsace also finished his work and looked at the dense runes on the giant Frostmourne with a satisfied smile.
The dwarf showed a contemptuous smile: "I swear on my beard, an ugly giant sword cannot be considered a divine weapon."
"This is only a semi-finished product. We need to inject the power of the dead into it and light up all the runes." Arthas used both hands to barely lift the giant Frostmourne: "The place where the power of the dead is injected is...
"
"Why didn't you say anything?" Muradin asked strangely.
"Yeah, why didn't you say anything?" Another person asked with a smile.