Arthas led the fleet across the Endless Sea and finally reached Noscent. He set up a camp at Daggersheath Bay and then used the camp as the center to explore in all directions, searching for traces of Dreadlord Mal 'Ganis.
Noscent was a vast continent that had never been opened up. Arthas followed the trail of the Undead and " coincidentally " met Muradin and his group.
At this time when he felt the loneliest, the prince was happy to meet an old friend. He invited the dwarves to return to the temporary camp to rest. Han Lingqiu, who was considered a companion of Muradin, naturally joined the prince.
At night, Arthas quickly and calmly told Muradin everything he had encountered. The infected grains, Kel 'Thuzad, the Cursing Church, his terrifying encounter with the transformed peasants, and the mastermind behind all of this-Dreadlord Mal' Ganis and his mocking invitation to Noscent.
Muradin frowned and sighed,"" The situation isn't good. If you want to fight the Dreadlord, perhaps the Frostmourne I'm looking for might be useful to you, but…"
Hearing that ominous name, Arthas 'heart trembled slightly.
Rune swords weren't unheard of mysterious items, but they were indeed extremely rare and powerful weapons.
In fact, Arthas 'warhammer, the Power of Menethil, was originally a perfect legendary weapon. When he first joined the Silver Hand, the Lightbringer Wuther entrusted the Dwarf Craftsmen Association to cast this warhammer with the best materials and blessed it with the power of Holy Light. He named the hammer after the Menethil family, hoping that he could become a great man like his father.
He had always cherished it, but recently, its glow was getting slower and slower, sometimes it even lost its luster completely. Deep in his heart, it seemed that he no longer believed in this war hammer that had accompanied him as he grew up.
When he heard the name Frostmourne, a sudden conviction seized him, as if fate was whispering in his ears. If he got Frostmourne, he would be able to kill Mal 'Ganis, end the plague, and save his people.
" It sounds like we can help each other," Arthas said." We'll help you and your team find Frostmourne, and you'll help us destroy Mal 'Ganis.”
"Good idea."
The pleasant smoke swirled around Muradin. He grabbed his beard and nodded in agreement, but his sharp eyes glanced elsewhere.
Judging from his encounters these days, he already felt that something was wrong.
Could that legendary demonic sword really destroy and save Lordaeron?
Or perhaps…this was just a trap!
Han Lingqiu suddenly smiled." Prince Arthas, there's no need to be too anxious. Muradin already knows how to find Frostmourne. It's just that there are too many Undead Calamity along the way. It won't be easy to clear it out.”
He didn't want to waste time here until the prince made a series of unforgivable mistakes. Muradin had no choice but to take him to find Frostmourne.
"Muradin, you already know how to find it?" Arthas's face lit up.”
Muradin nodded hesitantly, but Arthas immediately grabbed his arm."Since you know where it is, take me there and help me get Frostmourne! " Ever since we came to Noscent, we've been constantly fighting against the Undead, and our casualties are increasing. Without Frostmourne, not only would we be unable to take revenge on the Dreadlord, but we would also be completely wiped out.”
Muradin looked at him in pain, closed his eyes and said in a heavy tone,""I have a bad feeling about this, buddy…It's about that sword, so I don't know if I should take you to find it. That news came out too suddenly. Now that I think about it, it's really a little strange…"
Arthas pressed his old friend's shoulder and said loudly,""Muradin, we don't have time to hesitate. You know that no matter if it's a trap or how dangerous it is, as long as we can kill Mal 'Ganis and save my people, I'm willing to pay any price!”
Muradin was helpless." Alright, go and gather the people. I'll help you find it."”
"Thank you, old friend!"
Arthas excitedly went to gather his troops.
The old dwarf pursed his lips, his eyes still filled with unease. He looked at Han Lingqiu and smiled bitterly."You shouldn't have reminded him."
Han Lingqiu spread her hands and smiled." Don't worry. Even if it's a trap, I won't be afraid. I'll do my best to protect you. Even if we encounter danger, we can still run away if we can't win."”
Muradin sighed.”
Soon, Arthas gathered a small team of elites. Muradin brought a map and a strange glowing object to meet up with Arthas.
"Let's go!" Arthas said coldly.
It was obvious that Muradin still had deep doubts about this trip, but his body did not hesitate.
The group left the camp.
Muradin looked at the map and the glowing object that was moving irregularly. He began to shout and show the way in the snowstorm. They followed his instructions as fast as possible and marched in the deep snow. They only stopped occasionally to confirm the direction and take a short rest.
The snow had slowed them down so much that they could only see a few yards ahead.
Other than Han Lingqiu, everyone else was moving forward mechanically.
They didn't even know which direction they were going, nor did they care. They just followed Muradin's footsteps.
The undead that had been flocking to block the way seemed to have been covered by the blizzard. It was unusually quiet along the way.
Sure enough, following the prince, the journey was smooth and unobstructed.
Arthas was very excited, but Muradin became more alert.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning.
They might have walked for a few minutes or a few days.
Finally, the group crossed a tall mountain. The mountain peak blocked the wind and snow, allowing them to catch their breath without any hindrance.
Muradin looked at the map in his hand and pointed forward with almost devotion."It's inside there."
Arthas stopped and blinked. The snow prevented him from opening his eyes completely, and his eyelashes were frozen.
In the distance was the entrance to a cave, which stood out ominously against the gloomy sky of swirling snow.
There was some kind of light in the cave. A soft blue-green light flickered in the ice and snow.
Exhausted and almost frozen, Arthas felt a rush of excitement. He forced his numb mouth to speak."Frostmourne…the end of Mal 'Ganis. It will end this plague.”
He seemed to have recovered his strength and pushed forward, forcing his legs to obey the command.
"Buddy!"
Muradin's voice made him stop abruptly."There's no way such a precious treasure would be left there to be picked up. We have to be careful."
Although Arthas was already impatient, Muradin was obviously more experienced in this kind of thing, so he could only restrain his temper and nod. He gripped the war hammer and walked over vigilantly.
They walked all the way to the entrance of the cave and did not find any signs of danger.
"I'll lead the way!"
Han Lingqiu did not want to be surprised. She was the first to enter the cave, followed by Arthas, Muradin, and a few dwarven warriors. The prince's guards were responsible for bringing up the rear.
Soon, they reached the center of the cave.
This was a desolate and beautiful cave. The light from the blue crystals and mineral veins on the walls, ceiling, and ground illuminated the interior of the cave as if it was daytime.
At this moment, they heard some sounds.
These voices were low, hollow, and cold. Their anxious voices drifted into everyone's ears.
"Return, mortal!"
"In this forgotten treasure trove, only death and darkness await you.”
Muradin stopped and said anxiously,""Buddy, I'm afraid we have to listen to them.”
"Listen to what?" Arthas shouted. "Listen to their useless nonsense and let them stop me from saving my people? I'm afraid it's impossible to do that with just this threat.”
He ignored Muradin and walked past Han Lingqiu. He gripped his warhammer and sped forward. He turned a corner and immediately stopped, trying his best to understand everything in front of him.
They saw the owner of the cold voice.
They were not living creatures or dead souls, but elemental creatures made of ice and some strange substance. They floated on the cold stone floor of the cave, as if they had grown out of armor.
They had helmets, but no faces. They had gauntlets and weapons, but no arms.
Even though the Elemental Souls looked scary, Arthas only glanced at them. His gaze was completely drawn away by what they were looking for.
Frostmourne!
It was wrapped in a floating piece of irregular ice, and the runes on its body emitted an icy blue light. Below it was an altar-like object, standing on a small hill covered in snow.
A beam of sunlight shone down from the cave's top, illuminating the rune sword standing on the altar. The ice prison wrapped around the sword reflected and refracted, half covered and half exposed, making it exceptionally tempting, like a lover half wrapped in a veil.
Arthas stared at it in fascination, and was attracted to it as he took a few steps forward.
The mysterious elemental spirit pulled out the ice sword.
"Go back, before it's too late!"
"You still want to protect this sword, don't you?”Arthas snarled, but then he felt embarrassed and annoyed by his overreaction.
"No." The creature rumbled. "We are protecting you from harm.”
Suddenly, an invisible pressure descended, pressing the group of elemental spirits to the ground.
Han Lingqiu's eyes were burning." I'll stop them. Prince, quickly pull out the demonic sword."”
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