Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Jiang Zheng woke up and was refreshed.

For the next week, Jiang Zai had been riding the old turtle "Old Pincer" to swing on Lake Lordammere, and finally subdued the other two fish-man leaders and completely occupied Lake Lordanmere!

However, for Fenris Island, he didn't do it, and he didn't plan to do it, because in Fenris Castle, there are mages and garrisons from Dalaran, and because Fenris Island is very large, thousands of square kilometers, and there are many spiders, giant bears, wolves, and a large number of rotten skin gnolls, which are difficult to deal with.

Take your time later, there is no time to deal with them for a while.

Fenris Island is a strategic location in the middle of Lake Lordamere, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so you must make good use of it!

During this time, Jiang Zai brought a large number of herbs, and the medicinal bath could not be broken four times a day, and finally successfully opened up the third meridian of the left hand "Hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra" and the fourth meridian "Hand Yang Ming Large Intestine Meridian", and the fourth meridian "Hand Yang Ming Large Intestine Meridian", and the fourth layer was completed by more than half the day after tomorrow, and the strength was improved again.

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

But that's not enough.

Because of the calculation of time, His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, who went to Northrend, is afraid that he has already found that rune magic sword, right?

Well, he may ...... You're coming back, aren't you?

…………

Northrend, the northern continent.

A cave of extreme cold.

It was a place capable of freezing bodies and souls, and a sword caught Arthas's gaze.

Rune Magic Sword, Frost Sorrow!

It was encased in a suspended irregular piece of ice, and the runes all over it glowed with an icy blue light. All the biting cold emanates from that piece of ice, and it can really freeze the soul, freeze eternity!

Underneath is something that resembles an altar, standing on a snow-covered hillock. A ray of heavenly light fell from the hole at the top of the cave, illuminating the Rune Demon Sword. The cold ice wrapped around the sword body is like a prison, covering and refracting, half covering and half exposed, but it makes it extremely tempting, like a lover half wrapped in a light veil.

Frost sorrows, frost represents its coldness and strength, and sorrow represents the meaning of its existence: to create sorrow!

At the first sight of it, Arthas felt trembling and joy at the level of his soul!

That's it! That's it!

Only it can take revenge on yourself, kill the hateful Dread Lord Marganis, and avenge the people of Lordaeron who have died and become undead! Avenge the soul of Stratholme!

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

He is Muradine Copperbeard, the younger brother of King Magni of Ironforge, the founder of the Society of Explorers, the Battle Mentor of Arthas, a dwarven 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 in the face of the frozen rune magic sword in front of him, reading this terrifying word, Muradin still couldn't help but tremble: "No, no, we have been deceived!" It's not our savior! Don't touch it Alsace, it will ruin you! It's going to ruin us all! ”

"Perhaps, but I don't have a choice, do I?" Arthas's eyes were glowing, and his voice was getting colder: "My people are being ravaged, my soldiers are being besieged by the undead, the enemy is right in front of me and I can't do anything, only it can give me revenge, isn't it?" So, what reason should I not get it? ”

"But it will take your soul! It's a magic sword! A magic sword I've never seen or even heard of! I felt an immensely evil force! Let's go, Alsace! Muradin shouted.

"My soul is incomplete, Muradin. My kingdom, my people, my teacher Uther, and my beloved Gianna...... They all hurt me deeply and took a part of my soul. Arthas whispered, "It's a magic sword, obviously. I could even feel an indescribable curse, and as soon as I picked it up, I would be cursed for eternity...... But it doesn't matter anymore, does it? I can get my revenge, can I? ”

Arthas threw away the purple epic warhammer "Power of Minethil" in his hand, and opened his hands to embrace the eternal darkness: "Now, I summon the souls here. It doesn't matter what you are, good or bad or both. I can feel your presence and know you're listening. I'm ready and figured it out. Now I confide in you: as long as you help me save the people, I will be willing to give everything I have, at any cost! ”

After a long silence, there was a heart-rending thud!

A crack opened in the ice, and the power of the rune magic sword projected out, and then the ice coffin that sealed the magic sword suddenly exploded, and the ice was splashed in all directions, and the splinters were as sharp as a sword.

They shattered when they hit the hard walls and floors, but when Arthas 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 red, and it also stained his eyes.

A burst of panic, a burst of weakness.

"I will save you, my teacher, my brother, my comrade-in-arms!" Arthas stretched out his hand and condensed the Light.

The Light has not forsaken Him, and the Light will not abandon anyone unless the person has voluntarily turned his back on the Light.

"I can save you, Muradin!"

Suddenly, the Rune Demon Sword flew in front of him and stuck it on the ground!

The pale blue rune enveloped his whole person, an incredible terrifying force, repelling all the holy light, Arthas's body would never have any trace of holy light energy, his whole person, including his soul, was eroded by the power of the magic sword, and it was dark.

A whisper rang out in his heart, and Arthas strengthened his convictions.

"Only the sorrow of frost can take revenge!"

"Muradin has fallen, this is a sacrifice that must be on the road to revenge, you will not be the first, there will be more people with you, including those closest to you, and those closest to me......"

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

Arthas stood up and drew his runic sword.

The icy bones eroded his soul, but he didn't need to be eroded anymore, his soul had become as cold as those ice cubes.

This sword is so perfect, everything is so perfect, it fits him perfectly, as if it was made for him!

Power poured into his body, and he felt stronger than ever, stronger than Muradin, more powerful than Uther the Lightbringer, and even more powerful than anything he ever knew!

"We ...... Combined! ”