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You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Old Jones, aren't you curious about what we are shipping?" A privy agent guarded the huge airtight metal box, staying at a secret junction in the Dragonblight.

"Agent Smith, it's best not to ask about things that shouldn't be asked." The seemingly older agent glanced at him and looked straight ahead.

"I understand, I understand, the principle of confidentiality."

Agent Smith shrugged his shoulders. He was not a newcomer, but the two of them guarded a metal box like an iron coffin and stayed in the ice and snow. It was really boring.

It is more exciting to be responsible for infiltrating and investigating those green-skinned camps-the salary is also higher.

In addition, there is no danger in this task. From transportation to storage, the master of the privy organ is responsible for the whole process, but now that the manpower is tight, only the two of them are arranged to be the last guard before the joint.

"I remember it was written in the mission information, it's the handover time in five minutes, right?" Smith looked around through the gap in this secret cave, and didn't see anything that could drag this big iron box out of the convoy. .

"There has never been an error in the intelligence of the privy agency."

After speaking, Old Jones frowned insignificantly. He has been engaged in this type of work for decades. In a sense, this mission is indeed a bit unusual.

But the extremely high professionalism made him even if he was full of doubts, when no one took the initiative to tell him, he would not ask.

There is a basic truth in this business: the less you should not know, the longer you may live.

Smith found a more comfortable stone, sat on it, patted the big iron box with his hands, and was amazed, "The material of this box is not simple, it should be an alloy composed of fine iron mixed with some magic metal, and there are enchantments on it. , I don’t know what is inside."

His eyesight is very good, and he can easily identify the approximate material of the iron box, but he doesn't know the enchantments on it. You can see that the dense patterns and complex runes are expensive.

What Smith didn't notice was that the temperature of this large iron box had been kept at a very low level, but because the temperature in Northrend was already very low, it was normal for the iron objects to be cold.

"You said why the above tells us to pay attention and can't 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 to watch."

"We have just changed classes for less than an hour?!" Smith blinked, and finally chose the latter between sentry and daze.

Although there is actually no difference between these two behaviors, if you can fish, why not?

"Buzz..."

Old Jones was observing the situation outside to prevent any accidents from happening when he suddenly felt that the rock he was sitting on began to shake.

"Smith? What are you doing?"

Old Jones turned his head helplessly. Just as he wanted to reprimand Smith for his little actions, he found that Smith was also looking at himself with a bewildered expression.

"It's not me."

The gravel and ice ballast on the ground also began to vibrate, and some of the gravel on the cave fell loosely.

"What's the situation? There was an earthquake?" Smith licked his mouth and quickly looked out on the "observation port", but found no abnormalities, and no such vibrations seemed to occur outside.

Old Jones stood up, feeling the strange vibration, "No...not an earthquake, wait...that place!"

Following the fingers of Old Jones, Smith saw that the rock on a large open area in the cave collapsed suddenly after a loud noise, exposing the frozen ground underground and a dark hollow.

Just when Smith was about to come forward and inquire about the situation, Old Jones grabbed him and whispered: "Don't move, you listen."

The strange buzzing sound reached the ears of the two people again, but this time, it was accompanied by another sound.

"This sound is... something is approaching?" Smith's face changed. Just as he wanted to pull out his gun and dagger, he heard a loud noise in his ears.

What followed was violent shaking and shaking. The movements of him and Old Jones were suddenly interrupted. They leaned against the rock wall and stared at the dark hole.

They already understand that something is going to come out of that place.

A huge black shadow protruded from there, shaking off the mud and gravel from his body, revealing his purple carapace and blue-gold rune decorations, and his limbs and claws were tied with blood stained Bandages, sharp mouthparts make people shudder.

"There will be such a big bug in such a cold place?!" Smith was stunned and even forgot to take out his weapon.

"I am not a bug, a human being." The giant beetle creature actually spoke human language, "My name is Anub'arak, and I am a loyal servant of the Lich King."

Can speak?Have wisdom?The two agents were taken aback, and after a glance at each other, Old Jones planned to talk to Anub'arak, "Sorry, we have no intention of offending. If we invaded your territory, we can leave immediately."

"No, I'm just here to get something." Anub'arak pointed his front paw to the big iron box beside them.

take something?!The two agents were well-informed, and even had seen a real dragon, but they were a little guilty when facing Anub'arak's oppressive body.

Their experience and reason tell them that if the monster in front of them wants to kill them, it may not take a few seconds.

However, Anub'arak did not take a shot. Instead, the wings in the carapace vibrated at a special frequency. A spider creature that was much smaller than him but larger than an adult crawled out of the crypt. come out.

He grasped a package with his front paws. Under the watchful eyes of the two agents, the spider-like guy walked up to them, put the package down and opened it dexterously, revealing the 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 inner surprise, nodded to Smith, and then said to Anub'arak, "The token is correct. Do you need us to transport the goods for you?"

"No, my subordinates will be responsible for transporting it away. Thanks for your hard work." The Crypt Lord replied politely to the two agents.Wanshulou www.wanshulou.org

He used the same method to call out more spider creatures, and those creatures joined forces to woven a large web, sealed the iron box, and dragged it underground.

Smith and Jones heard the dull scraping sound of the iron box spreading farther and farther, and it was moving through the underground passage at a very fast speed.

After the iron box entered the underground passage, Anub'arak did not stop much, and also went underground. After a trembling sound, the cave returned to its original calm.

Smith swallowed, still immersed in the experience just now and didn't ease his energy.After coming here for a long time, he said: "Are we still trading with these magical creatures?"

Old Jones replied thoughtfully, "I'm afraid it's not a trade relationship, but our mission is over. Let's go back to the Dagger Bay Pier and prepare to return."

"Huh... I must have a big glass of dwarf ale in the tavern when I go back. This errand is more exciting than looking for green skin."

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A few hours later, the throne was frozen.

"Master, this is what the two humans brought." Anub'arak put the huge iron box on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"Very well, Anub'arak, do you want to see how the Scourge Warriors recover?" Arthas had already taken off the helmet of dominance and placed it on the side of the throne.

"It is an honor, my majesty."

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 containment, and the container made can store many debilitating magic items."

"But the most important thing is the enchantment above-the outside is only a small part. The real main body is inside the box, which can freeze the contents and prevent them from decay, and can also absorb the essence of the undead to strengthen the things inside. '."

Arthas patted the box and explained to Anub'arak.

"The magical civilization of mankind seems to have developed to a very high level." Anub'arak's words are from the heart, because the development of a magical civilization is not only based on how many ruining magics it has, but also Its magic system and its influence on the entire civilization system.

Like the elven civilization, magical tools and instruments abound, and there are even dedicated magic servants for street sanitation. This is still reflected in Quel'Thalas today.

For magic civilization, magic is not only a way of 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 like this on Azeroth. prosperity.

"This is also the basis for us to counteract the Burning Legion and all the evil forces that intend to inflict on Azeroth."

But humans alone cannot resist those ferocious enemies. The orcs, who were bewitched by the legion and used as cannon fodder, almost destroyed the entire Eastern Kingdom.

The methods of the Burning Legion were very harsh. They did not directly send out a crisis that could destroy the entire world. In that case, all the races on Azeroth were grasshoppers on the same rope, which moved 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 extinction, so the human kingdom has spare capacity to fight for their own interests.

If they hadn't finally realized the seriousness of the problem, they might have really capsized in the gutter.

As for Arthas, uniting all the forces that can be united on Azeroth is a single-handed preparation, but he must also be able to master a powerful force with the ability to turn the tide, and the Scourge is a good choice.

You know, the future Lich King is a guy that even Kil'jaeden finds tricky. Although it is not convenient to do it yourself, it can also be seen that the extreme development of the undead is also a great unstable factor in Kil'jaeden’s eyes. .

After all, the world of the undead, the kingdom of shadows is a projection of the material world, and it is inextricably linked to the life and death of everything in the material world.

While talking and laughing, Arthas swept across the ice gently under the blade of Frostmourne, and the surrounding snowflakes were without wind. Under the power of the magic sword, they obediently scattered to one side, revealing the ghosts of the spirit wizard A huge ritual circle depicted.

The undead resurrected by the power of the psychic circle and the Frozen Throne are definitely stronger than those resurrected directly.

Under the guidance of Arthas, the massive death force filled the entire formation along the path of the ritual formation. During the time when the energy was gathering, he pressed a card slot on the iron box. Let the iron box open with a "bang", and a breath that is colder than the upper layer of the glacier hits his face.

After Senhan's frost and white mist gradually dissipated, three dark coffins were exposed.

Anub'arak watched this scene quietly. In one of the coffins, he felt a familiar breath, and he immediately knew the person's identity.

As the power of death entered, the light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter. Seeing the time was ripe, Arthas used the dark magic to pull open two of the coffins.

Two long dead bodies were picked up under the power of Arthas and landed smoothly in the center of the circle.

Frostmourne was summoned by the master, and the runes on the sword flashed and disappeared, gathering a powerful and pure soul power, ready to revive the two.

"Darkness will give you new life."

"You are the shadow sword of Azeroth, the ruthless blade of the Scourge."

"Never have mercy, never fear, never sorrow, frost and blood are your banners."

"Death is accompanied by oppression of sentient beings."

"You-are death knights!"

"Wake up, the vanguard of death, the blade of killing!"

The whispers of death that penetrated into the human soul poured enormous power and a large amount of dark knowledge into the two long-lost corpses, their bodies gradually no longer stiff, and became stronger and more perfect than before.

While the Crypt Lord worshipped Arthas's abilities, he also began to look forward to such energy and rituals. What kind of perfect fighters could he create?

The Scourge, under the leadership of Alsace, may really be able to embark on a completely different path.

Death is just a new life.