Magni held Alsace's war hammer and looked at it carefully, his eyes solemn.
After a while, Magni placed the warhammer on his workbench. Instead of busy repairing it, he asked Arthas a question.
"What kind of things have you fought with this warhammer?"
Arthas recalled, "There are beasts, bandits, murlocs, gnolls...well, the most recent ones are trolls."
Magni automatically ruled out the previous options, "Troll? What troll?"
"A high-ranking priest of the forest troll - the kind blessed by the power of the Loa."
The dwarf king was silent for a while, as if he was trying to formulate his words. Then he picked up the war hammer, pointed at the hammer head and said to Alsace, "The head of your war hammer doesn't seem to have any major damage, only some normal wear and tear, but in fact The material has been damaged quite a bit."
"It stands to reason that a weapon of this level cannot suffer such damage in a simple hand-to-hand combat." Magni has repaired countless weapons, but the situation of the Alsace Warhammer is really rare. "Maybe it's because of your Holy Light. When it collided with the priest's power, it produced an overly violent reaction, causing irreversible damage to the material of the war hammer."
"I'm a warrior, and I don't know much about Holy Light. I don't know the specific principles. I can repair the damage to your weapon this time, but it won't necessarily happen next time."
What else could Alsace do besides laugh? With his rich experience and experience, Magni had made an accurate guess. However, it was not the collision of his holy light and the power of the troll priest, but the collision of the holy light and death that damaged the war hammer like this.
No matter how good the material is, without the astrolabe that maintains balance in Alsace's body, it cannot withstand the erosion of the original energy of two conflicting attributes.
Holy light and death are not completely opposite existences. The energy of the dead cannot be converted into the holy light with almost no loss like the power of shadow. For example, the shadow priest who embraces the void can switch freely before his brain is burned out by madness. Forms of light and shadow.
Generally speaking, it is true that a death knight who completely embraces death can no longer use the power of the Holy Light, but even the undead, as long as they have not turned into a death knight, may still use the Holy Light, but you will never see the minions of the ancient gods. Be protected by the Holy Light.
But compared to the relatively neutral and gentle energies of arcana, elements and holy light, once ordinary people get involved in the realm of death or shadow, it will sooner or later affect their own minds. Necromantic energy amplifies hostility to the living and obsessions in life, and weakens other emotions.
Shadow energy is just the opposite. It can make certain emotions of people be extremely amplified, it may be love, it may be hate, it may even be a person's rationality - the extreme of rationality is the ultimate madness.
What's even more frightening is that users of shadow energy will also be watched by the ancient gods, and even the creator of the ancient gods, the Lord of the Void. The gazes and murmurs of these high-level beings can easily drive mortals crazy.
This is why mages and priests hate people who study death and shadow, not only because they basically turn into cold-blooded monsters or madmen in the end, but also because their research may lead to extremely terrifying existences.
But Dad once said that only magic can deal with magic.
When facing the dark creatures in the endless void, those who know enough about them and have in-depth research in related fields can play a big role.
Arthas felt that this method of killing with a stick was actually a bit stupid. Just like Kel'Thuzad himself was not a good person, but if he could get the support of Dalaran, he might not blindly pursue the lich. The power of the king.
"Do you need any other materials?" Arthas mentally mourned for his warhammer for a few seconds. He wanted to use his full strength, but he had no choice but to use the [Power of Menethil].
"No need, the remaining ones are enough for repair work," Magni waved his hand, "But if you want to completely avoid this problem, in addition to paying attention to the maintenance of the weapons, the best way is to find someone who is good enough. "
Magni didn't mention anything more. Although priests and the Holy Light doctrine have existed for a long time, the Paladin has only appeared for more than ten years. He felt that this might be a normal situation.
As for the weapons Arthas wanted to take advantage of, he had to figure it out on his own. The dwarves had rarely made warhammers and swords that met the requirements of the Paladins. The original ones were all for priests.
"The history of Azeroth is very ancient. We dwarves want to find out the truth of our world through archeology and excavation, but now we have only seen the tip of the iceberg." Brian has the most say on this, he himself is An archaeological explorer, "Maybe there is an artifact buried in the ruins somewhere."
"Bryan is right, but the best may not be the most suitable for you," Magni said while performing repair work. "Maybe you can build a weapon yourself."
Arthas, who was putting the new armor into the space package, heard this suggestion and thought of the [Ashbringer] that had not yet been born. In the established history, this sword was made by Magni. The power is even comparable to that of Titan artifacts.
"I will consider it, if I can find suitable materials." Alsace accepted Magni's suggestion humbly. This is indeed a good method, and it can be even better to build a weapon of his own. Be in tune with your own strength.
"Perhaps in Northrend, I can find something good for your boy?" Muradin poured another drink into his mouth when he was idle. "Are you really not going with us? We happen to be short of a good person. The Paladin."
Is it really safe to bring dangerous flammable substances like spirits into a high-temperature working environment?
Alsace still didn't agree, and just said, "If I can find the time."
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After spending a few days in Ironforge and playing in the snowy Dun Morogh, Jaina received a magical letter from her teacher with a grimace. The Chancellor informed her students to go back and deal with the big things she left behind a week after she left. Pile of things.
After reluctantly saying goodbye to Arthas, Jaina opened the portal to Dalaran and repeatedly reminded Arthas not to forget to come to Dalaran for the Winter Veil.
When Muradin came to Alsace with barbecue and ale, he also found that his room had become empty. "Is that girl gone?"
"Well, I went back to Dalaran this morning."
Alsace was sitting alone on a chair, holding a letter and reading it, frowning from time to time. Muradin, who noticed the change in his expression, poured wine into his glass and asked, "Are you in trouble?"
Putting away the letters he had read, Alsace took a sip of ale.
"Yes, when my men were exploring Kalimdor, they had a little conflict with the local indigenous creatures."
The team he sent to find the Tauren tribe was attacked by the wild boars. Although they only lost two men and some insignificant supplies, it still brought a lot of trouble to their mission.
The tricky thing was that the goblin guide they were looking for happened to be in the hands of the two lost people. The poor goblin fell off the horse and died because the horse he was riding was frightened by the wild boars.
Now this team is facing a problem. They have walked half the way and don't know whether to return to find a new guide or continue to move forward according to the previous message.
However, judging from the report of this team, it seems that they intend to continue walking the rest of the way. After all, their resources are still sufficient to support their next course of action.
Arthas believed in their choice. As the elites sent to explore the New World, they were all professionals selected from thousands of people, and they were also loyal to him.
"Kalimdor... I have heard of that continent, but unfortunately I have never been there myself." Muradin's eyes revealed a look of yearning. In terms of interest in adventure, he was very similar to his brother Brian. picture.
"Do you want to go? In the next year or two, I may send a fleet to officially land there and establish an outpost."
"If I can, of course I want to go and see it myself," Muradin chuckled. "It's a real wilderness there! Ha, when I think about it, my blood starts to boil."
"Then as soon as there is news, I will inform you?"
"This is what you said, don't go back on it then!"
Hearing this, Muradin slapped the table, feeling that he had not made Alsace as a friend in vain, and the plate of barbecue on the table became more fragrant... Uh, wait, where is the meat? Why is there only one plate left?
