Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 84 Death Knight, Alsace!
The next morning, just after dawn, Jiang Jie woke up feeling refreshed.

For the next week, Jiang Jie rode the old tortoise "Old Claw" on Lake Lordamere, and finally surrendered the other two murloc leaders, completely occupying Lake Lordamere!
But for Fenris Island, he didn't do anything, and he didn't plan to do it, because there are mages and garrison troops from Dalaran in Fenris Castle, and because Fenris Island is very large, covering thousands of square kilometers. There are many spiders, giant bears, wargs, and a large number of rotting skin gnolls, which are difficult to deal with.

Take your time in the future, there is no time to deal with them for the time being.

Fenris Island is a strategically important place, located in the middle of Lake Lordamere, easy to defend and difficult to attack, so it must be used well!
During this period of time, Jiang Jie obtained a large amount of herbal medicines, took four uninterrupted medicated baths every day, and finally successfully opened up the third meridian of the left hand "Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian" and the fourth meridian "Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian". More than half of the fourth floor is completed, and the strength has improved again.

He felt that within a few days, he should be able to completely open up the meridian of the left hand and enter the fifth layer of the day after tomorrow.

But not enough.

Because counting the time, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace who went to Northrend must have found the rune magic sword, right?
So maybe he's... coming back soon?
…………

Northrend, the northern continent.

An extremely cold cave.

This is a place capable of freezing body and soul, and a sword caught Arthas's eye.

Rune Demon Sword, Frostmourne!
It was wrapped in a floating irregular giant ice, and the runes all over the body emitted a cold blue light.All the biting cold comes from that piece of ice, it can really freeze the soul, freeze forever!

Below is a sort of altar, standing on a snow-covered knoll.A ray of skylight cast down from the opening on the top of the cave, illuminating the rune magic sword.The ice wrapped around the body of the sword is like a prison, covering and refracting, half-covering and revealing, but making it extraordinarily alluring, like a lover half-wrapped in a light veil.

In Frostmourne, the frost represents its coldness and strength, and the sorrow represents the meaning of its existence: to create sorrow!
Seeing it for the first time, Alsace felt the trembling and joy at the soul level!
that's it!that's it!
Only it can allow itself to avenge itself, kill that nasty dreadlord Mal'Ganis, and avenge those dead and undead Lordaeron people!Avenge the souls of Stratholme!

"Whoever gets this sword will gain infinite power. The sharp blade kills life, and the power wounds the soul!" A dwarf stepped forward and read the inscription on the altar.

He is Muradin Bronzebeard, the younger brother of King Magni of Ironforge, the founder of the Explorers' Association, the combat instructor of Alsace, a dwarf warrior who has lived for hundreds of years, and the famous King of the Hill !
He has seen too many evils and disasters in his life, but facing the frozen rune magic sword in front of him, Muradin still couldn't help but tremble when he read this frightening sentence: "No, no, we were deceived. It's not our savior! Don't touch it Alsace, it will destroy you! It will destroy us all!"

"Maybe, but I have no choice, don't I?" Arthas's eyes were shining, and his voice was getting colder: "My people are being ravaged, my soldiers are being besieged by the undead, and the enemy is right in front of us. But nothing can be done, only it can make me revenge, isn't it? So, why should I not get it?"

"But it will take away your soul! It is a magic sword! I have never seen or even heard of a magic sword! I feel an extremely evil power! Go away, Alsace!" Mu Latin yelled.

"My soul is broken, Muradin. My kingdom, my people, my teacher Uther, and my beloved Jaina...they all hurt me deeply and took me away part of my soul." Arthas whispered: "This is a magic sword, it is obvious. I can even feel an indescribable curse, as long as I pick it up, I will be eternally damned... But It doesn't matter, does it? I can get revenge, don't I?"

Arthas threw away the purple epic warhammer "The Power of Menethil" in his hand, opened his hands, and embraced the eternal darkness: "Now, I summon the souls here. No matter what you are, good or bad or both Both. I can feel your presence and I know you are listening. I am ready and I understand. Now I confide in you: I will give my all if you will help me save people Pay any price!"

After a long silence, there was a crisp sound that tore the heart!

There was a crack in the ice layer, and the power of the rune magic sword was projected out, and then the ice coffin that sealed the magic sword exploded suddenly, shards of ice splashed everywhere, and the shards were as sharp as swords.

They shattered when they hit the solid wall and the ground, but when Alsace fell to his knees and subconsciously covered his head with his arms, he heard a scream that stopped suddenly!

"Muradin!"

One of the fragments pierced Muradin's body!The blood stained his armor and his eyes red.

A moment of panic, a moment of weakness.

"I will save you, my teacher, my brother, and my comrade-in-arms!" Alsace stretched out his hand, condensing the holy light.

The Holy Light did not abandon him, and the Holy Light would not abandon anyone, unless the person voluntarily abandoned the Holy Light.

"I can save you, Muradin!"

Suddenly, the rune magic sword flew in front of him and stuck on the ground!

The blue runes wrapped his whole body, an unbelievable terrifying force, repulsing all the holy light, and there would no longer be any trace of holy light energy in Alsace's body, his whole body including the soul, All were eroded by the power of the magic sword, and there was darkness.

A whisper sounded in his heart, and Alsace strengthened his belief.

"Only Frostmourne can revenge!"

"Muradin has fallen, this is a necessary sacrifice on the road to revenge, you will not be the first, there will be more people with you, including your closest person, and my closest person..."

"But none of that matters, because we can get revenge, right?"

Arthas stood up and drew the Runeblade.

The icy cold erodes the soul, but he doesn't need to be eroded anymore, his soul has become as cold as those ice cubes.

This sword is so perfect, everything is so perfect, it fits him very well, as if it was born for him!
Power poured into his body, and he felt that he was stronger than ever, stronger than Muradin, stronger than Uther the Lightbringer, and even stronger than all the existences he knew!

"We... become one!"

(End of this chapter)