"Old Jones, aren't you curious about what exactly we are transporting?" A privy agent guarded the huge sealed metal box and stayed at a secret joint in Dragonblight.
"Agent Smith, it's best not to ask about things you shouldn't ask." The older-looking agent glanced at him and then looked straight ahead.
"I understand, I understand, confidentiality rules."
Agent Smith shrugged his shoulders. He was not a newbie in the industry, but the two of them were guarding a metal box like an iron coffin and staying in the ice and snow. It was really boring.
It would be more exciting to be responsible for infiltrating and investigating the greenskin camps - and the pay would be higher.
In addition, there is nothing dangerous about this task. From transportation to storage, the wizards from the Privy Council are responsible for the entire process. However, manpower is tight now, so only two of them are arranged to be the final guards before the joint.
"I remember that the mission information said that the handover time will be in five minutes, right?" Smith looked around through the gap in this hidden cave and did not see anything that could drag this big iron box out of the convoy. .
"The Privy Council's intelligence has never been wrong."
After Old Jones finished speaking, he frowned slightly. He had been engaged in this kind of work for decades. In a sense, this mission was indeed unusual.
But his extremely high professionalism means that even if he is full of questions, he will not ask if no one takes the initiative to tell him.
There's a basic truth in this business: the less you know, the longer you're likely to live.
Smith found a more comfortable stone, sat on it, patted the big iron box with his hand, and marveled, "The material of this box is not simple. It should be an alloy composed of refined iron mixed with some magic metals, and it is also enchanted." , I don’t know what’s inside.”
He had good eyesight and could easily identify the general material of the iron box, but he didn't recognize the enchantments on it, but looking at the dense lines and complex runes, he knew that it was expensive to make.
What Smith didn't realize was that the temperature of this large iron box had always been kept at an extremely low level. This was just because the temperature in Northrend was already very low, and it was normal for iron objects to be cold.
"Why do you think we are told to be careful not to stay within five meters of this iron box for too long?"
"I don't know, Smith, it's best not to know." Old Jones sat there like a statue, "But if you are really bored, you can help me keep watch."
"We just changed shifts less than an hour ago, right?!" Smith blinked, and finally chose the latter between watching and being in a daze.
Although there is actually no difference between the two behaviors, if you can fish and paddle, why not?
"Buzzing..."
When Old Jones was observing the situation outside to prevent any accidents from happening, he suddenly felt that the stone he was sitting on began to shake.
"Smith? What are you doing again?"
Old Jones turned around helplessly. Just as he was about to scold Smith for his little move, he found that Smith was also looking at him with a confused expression.
"It's not me."
The gravel and ice ballast on the ground also began to shake, and some gravel on the cave fell scatteredly.
"What's going on? There's an earthquake?" Smith pouted and hurriedly leaned over the "observation port" to look outside, but he didn't find anything abnormal. There didn't seem to be any such shaking outside.
Old Jones stood up and felt the strange vibration, "No... it's not an earthquake, wait... that place!"
Following Old Jones's finger, Smith saw that the rocks in a large open space in the cave suddenly collapsed after a loud noise, revealing the frozen soil underground and a dark cavity.
Just when Smith was about to step forward to inquire about the situation, Old Jones grabbed him and whispered: "Don't move, just listen."
The strange buzzing sound reached the ears of the two people again, but this time, it was accompanied by another sound.
"Is this sound... something approaching?" Smith's expression changed. Just as he was about to pull out his musket and dagger, he heard a loud noise coming into his ears.
Violent vibrations and shaking followed, and his and Old Jones' movements were suddenly interrupted. The two leaned against the rock wall, staring at the dark hole.
They already understood that something was coming out of that place.
A huge black shadow protruded from there. After shaking off the dirt and gravel on his body, his purple carapace and blue-gold rune decorations were revealed. His jointed limbs and sharp claws were tied with blood-stained The bandages and sharp mouthparts make people shudder.
"There are such big bugs in such a cold place?!" Smith was stunned and even forgot to take out his weapon.
"I am not a bug, human." The giant beetle creature actually spoke human language, "My name is Anub'arak, and I am a loyal servant of the Lich King."
Can you speak? Have wisdom? The two agents were stunned for a moment, and after looking at each other, Old Jones planned to talk to Anub'arak, "Sorry, we don't mean to offend. If we have invaded your territory, we can leave immediately."
"No, I'm just here to pick up something." Anub'arak pointed to the large iron box next to the two of them with his front paws.
take something? ! The two agents were well-informed and had even seen real dragons, but they felt a little guilty when faced with Anub'arak's oppressive body.
Their experience and reason told them that if the monster in front of them wanted to kill them, it might not take more than a few seconds.
But Anub'arak did not snatch it, but the wings in the carapace vibrated at a special frequency, and a spider creature that was much smaller than him but larger than an adult crawled out of the burrow. come out.
His front paws were holding a package. Under the alert eyes of the two agents, this spider-like guy walked up to them, put the package down and opened it deftly, revealing half of the iron badge inside.
"This is?!" Old Jones picked up the badge, put it together with the one in his arms, and the two immediately emitted a faint magical light.
The old agent suppressed his surprise, nodded towards Smith, and then said to Anub'arak, "The token is correct. Do you need us to help you transport the goods?"
"No, my subordinates will be responsible for transporting it away. Thank you for your hard work." The crypt lord replied politely to the two agents.
He called out more spider creatures in the same way, and those creatures worked together to weave a large web, sealing the iron box and dragging it into the ground.
Smith and Jones listened to the dull scraping sound of the iron box spreading farther and farther as it moved at extremely fast speeds in the underground passage.
After the iron box entered the underground passage, Anub'arak did not stay long and also got into the ground. After a vibration, the cave returned to its original calm.
Smith swallowed, still immersed in the experience just now and unable to recover. After coming here for a long time, he finally spoke: "Do we still have trade relations with these magical creatures?"
Old Jones replied thoughtfully, "I'm afraid it's not a trade relationship, but our mission is over. Let's quickly return to Dagger Bay Pier and prepare to return."
"Huh... I will definitely drink a large glass of dwarf ale in the tavern when I get back. This job is much more exciting than going to the greenskins."
…………
A few hours later, the Frozen Throne.
"Master, this is what those two humans brought." Anub'arak placed the huge iron box on the ground and said in a deep voice.
"Very well, Anub'arak, do you want to see how the warriors of the Scourge recovered?" Arthas had already taken off his helmet of command and placed it on the side of the throne.
"It is an honor, my lord."
He mentioned Frostmourne, walked slowly down the steps, and stopped in front of the big box.
"The magic metal developed by Dalaran has excellent energy sealing properties, and the containers created can store many fragile magic items."
"But the most important thing is the enchantment on it - the outside is only a small part, the real main body is inside the box, which can freeze the things inside and prevent them from rotting, and can also absorb the essence of the dead to strengthen the things inside '."
Arthas patted the box and explained to Anub'arak.
"Humanity's magical civilization seems to have developed to an extremely high level." Anub'arak's words came from the heart, because the development of a magical civilization is not only about how many world-destroying magics it has, but also about how many world-destroying magics it has. Its magic system and the impact of magic on the entire civilization system.
Like the elven civilization, tools and instruments made of magic are everywhere, and there are even special magic servants to clean the streets. This is still reflected in Quel'Thalas today.
For magical civilization, magic is not only a way to attack, but also a means and tool for them to explore the truth of the world. If magic cannot provide a positive promotion for the entire civilization, then magic will not be the same on Azeroth. prosperity.
"This is also the basis for our fight against the Burning Legion and all evil forces intent on meddling in Azeroth."
But humans alone cannot resist those ferocious enemies. The orcs, who were just bewitched by the legion and used as cannon fodder, almost destroyed the entire Eastern Kingdom.
The Burning Legion's methods are very ruthless. They did not directly send out a crisis that could destroy the entire world. In that case, all races on Azeroth would be like grasshoppers on the same rope, and one move could affect the whole body.
Azeroth will unite, temporarily put aside disputes, and work together to resist foreign enemies; but the orcs are extremely threatening, but they are not a crisis of annihilation, so the human kingdom has the remaining strength to fight for their own interests.
If they hadn't finally realized the seriousness of the problem, they might have capsized in the gutter.
In Arthas's view, uniting all the forces that can be united on Azeroth is a one-handed preparation, but he must also be able to control a powerful force with the ability to turn the tide. The Scourge is a good choice.
You must know that the future Lich King is a guy that even Kil'jaeden finds difficult. Although it is not convenient to do it himself, it can also be seen that the extreme development of the undead is also a great instability factor in Kil'jaeden's eyes. .
After all, the world of the undead and the Kingdom of Shadows are the projection of the material world, and they are inextricably linked to the life and death of all things in the material world.
While talking and laughing, Alsace's sword edge pressed against Frostmourne and lightly scratched on the ice. The surrounding snowflakes moved on their own without any wind. Under the power of the magic sword, they obediently dispersed to the side, revealing the souls of the elf mage. The huge ritual circle is carved.
The undead resurrected using the power of the psychic circle and the Frozen Throne are definitely more powerful than those resurrected directly.
Under Alsace's guidance, a massive amount of death power filled the entire formation along the passages of the ritual formation. While the energy was gathering, he pressed a slot on the iron box. The iron box opened with a bang, and a breath even colder than the upper level of the glacier hit my face.
After the cold frosty white mist gradually dissipated, three dark coffins were revealed.
Anub'arak watched this scene quietly. In one of the coffins, he felt a familiar aura, and he immediately knew the identity of that person.
As the power of death passed through, the light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter. Seeing that the time was right, Arthas used dark magic to pull open two of the coffins.
The two corpses that had been dead for a long time were lifted up by Alsace's power and landed smoothly in the center of the circle.
Frostmourne was summoned by her master, and the runes on the sword flashed and extinguished, gathering powerful and pure soul power, ready to revive both of them.
"The darkness will give you new life."
"You are the shadow sword of Azeroth and the ruthless blade of the Scourge."
"Never pity, never fear, never sorrow, frost and blood are your flags."
"Death accompanies and oppresses all living beings."
"You - are death knights!"
"Wake up, vanguard of death, sharp blade of killing!"
The whisper of death that penetrated into the human soul poured huge power and much dark knowledge into the two long-lost corpses. Their bodies gradually became less stiff and became stronger and more perfect than before they were alive.
While the Crypt Lord worshiped Alsace's abilities, he also began to look forward to what kind of perfect warrior such energy and rituals could create.
The Scourge, under the leadership of Arthas, may indeed be able to embark on a completely different path.
Death is rebirth.
