Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 397: The Frozen Warriors
Frozen Warrior: "Quick, kill the beast!" Frozen Warrior: "Damn it, ignore it, it's already scared."
Awooo—the scream of a wild beast was heard.
Frozen Warrior: "Roar! Roar! Roar! Asona is invincible!"
Frozen Warrior: "Odin's beard finally came out of the damn ice. What happened? What are you doing?"
When Murphy and others arrived at the exit, they saw a chaotic scene.
Those ice sculptures that had been frozen for who knows how long had now all melted, and the beasts, monsters, and intelligent creatures trapped inside had all run out.
The beasts were roaring, some started running away, and some attacked the people around them. The humanoid creatures that were frozen in ice still had some rationality, but they were also frightened by the current scene. They held weapons and were on guard against each other.
These humanoid creatures obviously came from different times and regions. There was a dwarf dressed as an explorer in a fur coat, a night elf mage wearing a rune robe and with white hair and eyebrows, and a three-meter-tall Vikus warrior holding two huge axes...
There were about thirty to fifty people in various costumes.
Aidan (Prince of Alterac): "Everyone, be quiet!"
Murphy roared, finally calming the chaos.
Everyone looked at them nervously, but the dwarf was the first to react.
The Frozen Warrior: "Oh my God, you are the one who freed us? Where is the white dragon? I must settle the score with it."
Aidan (Prince of Alterac): "As for Bolerius, we have killed him. "
Frozen Warrior: "Wow, thank you so much, God knows how long I have been trapped in that ice. Bacter Anvilmar salutes you, and when I return to Ironforge, I will definitely treat you to a drink."
As he introduced himself, the name on the dwarf's head changed from the Frozen Warrior to Bacter Anvilmar (Dwarf Prince), Gold Tier 3 Hero. Level 66, HP 8560.
Dwarf prince? Murphy was a little surprised. The dwarf royal family of Ironforge should be the Bronzebeard family. Where did this Anvilmar come from? He is also a hero unit. This prince seems to be quite old.
The Vikus also came over.
Frozen Warrior: "You—defeated—the—dragon—Azona—thank you."
"I—Asona—the Warbringer!"
"I'll fight for you!"
The Vikus said stiffly, and the name on his head changed accordingly - Asona (Warbringer) Gold First-Class Hero. Level 74, HP 7750.
It's actually another heroic unit. The War Bringer is a divine profession and a follower of Odin, the god of war. He wagers wars to glorify their gods. It seems that this profession no longer exists within the Alliance because it destroys harmony.
The frozen warrior: "I didn't expect that the one who would rescue me in the end would be a human? Haha, I'm sorry for being so rude. The long period of freezing has made my mind a little confused. A long time ago, I secretly observed and studied your race, but I didn't expect... My name is Vivian Nightsong. May I ask what era it is now?"
The one who spoke was the night elf mage, who had long snow-white hair, pointed ears, lavender skin, and a solemn and dignified appearance. However, the study of magic was forbidden within the night elf society. Looking at the clothes she wore, it was obvious that she had the style of the ancient night elf empire. Could this girl have been sealed before the War of the Ancients?
Vivian Nightsong (Ancient Mage), Gold Tier 5. Level 80, HP 8000.
Another hero...
Murphy observed for a while and was surprised. These people were basically either heroes or elites. It was difficult to get killed in this damn place like the Frost Mountains without some strength.
Even among those beasts, there are elite units.
Faced with so many "wild" heroes, Murphy had a plan in mind.
Heroes are a scarce resource. As the saying goes, it is easy to get thousands of soldiers but difficult to get a general. The number and quality of heroes directly determine the strength of a force.
Although players can be mass-produced continuously, it is difficult to rely on their behavior.
If you want to accumulate reliable subordinates, it is more reliable to recruit NPCs.
Currently, he only has two bronze heroes under his command, Roland and Razidanan. It would be great if he could subdue a few of these heroes.
Aidan (Prince of Alterac): "Everyone, I am Aidan, the prince of Alterac. It was me and my companions who defeated the White Dragon King Bolerius. Now the Frost Mountains have been liberated from Bolerius's brutal rule.
The present era is ten thousand years after the War of the Ancients. I am not sure what era you were originally in, but it seems extremely far away. For safety reasons, let's wait until we leave this area first.
Please rest assured, I will definitely help you find your home and belonging, and if you really don't have a place to go, don't worry, I have a fief in Alterac, and you are welcome to stay in my home temporarily."
After hearing Murphy's words, the NPCs calmed down.
What he said was true. Now that they were living two lives, the important thing was to find a place to settle down.
At this time, there was another commotion outside. With the death of Polylus, the light curtain of the copy had disappeared, and Murphy's troops left outside moved in.
The leader of the team was a Dragon Thunder Knight.
Frederick (Dragon Thunder Knight): "Prince Aidan, we just found some beasts running out, including a red dragon. We are not sure what happened so we did not stop them."
[System prompt: You have occupied the current copy [Frost Dragon Nest], please choose your arrangement for this copy.
1. Plunder the Frost Dragon's Nest. Plunder the supplies and treasures in the dragon's nest, then leave.
2. Destroy the Frost Dragon's Nest. You can recycle a large amount of resources by destroying the Frost Dragon's Nest, and at the same time obtain the materials and treasures in the Dragon's Nest, but it will take a long time, and you may be attacked by local monsters during this period.
3. Occupy the Frost Dragon's Nest (special option). Since it is detected that you have the BOSS template, you can choose to occupy this instance and make it your power. Please note that once the monster power in the area changes, the surrounding major powers may respond to it.
Murphy chose the first option without much hesitation, plundering the Frost Dragon's Nest.
Although destroying it could recover more materials, it would take too long and involve too many risks, and he didn't lack these materials.
As for occupying it, which player would come to play in this godforsaken place?
It would be meaningless to just compete for resources with the surrounding monsters without players. He still has eight ancient dragons to kill.
It’s more comfortable to grab a wave and leave.
Frederick (Dragon Thunder Knight): "Yes, Your Highness. I will lead the soldiers to action right away. Let's get to work, knights."
Watching his men looting everywhere, Murphy nodded to the others, "Okay everyone, they should be able to get it done soon, let's get ready to go back to the city."
System prompt: Your troops have completed the looting. You have obtained 92814 gold coins, 68241 stones, 4891 iron ore, 3938 cobalt ore, 682 saronite, 672 ice essence, 76 white dragon eggs...
Murphy was in a good mood looking at the pile of resources he had plundered. In order to conquer Borelius, he spent several million to build a city. This time he could be considered to have made his money back. It turned out that the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
He was not the kind of person who was greedy for money and stingy. Although plundering copies was a privilege only for lords and was his exclusive benefit, he still took out 50,000 gold coins and gave 10,000 to each of his companions.
Now even Phoenix, who had been depressed before, became visibly happy.
After dividing the money, Murphy was ready to go home.
At this time, Varian suddenly said, "I won't go back with you."
Murphy was stunned when he heard this.
Varian pointed to the body of the white dragon and explained, "I have contacted my men, and they will come here to help me process the materials from this body."
Murphy glanced at Boileus's body thoughtfully.
He absolutely did not believe that Varian was after any materials, most likely for this corpse. If he really had Frostmourne in his hands, it would be enough to resurrect him and make him a powerful subordinate.
Aidan (Prince of Alterac): "Are you sure? Just come back with me and you will be the king of Stormwind."
Varian sighed and said, "Don't try to persuade me anymore, Brother Aidan. I have my own way to go."
Murphy also sighed, "Well, I think you know what you are doing, so you should take care of yourself - brother."
"You have to take care of yourself too. The power of a dragon is indeed fascinating, but slaying a dragon is a dangerous job. The next time you are in danger, I won't be by your side. You must not confess."
"Haha, I'll pay attention."
The two shook hands for the last time, patted each other on the shoulder, and parted ways.
Watching Murphy lead the adventurers and the rescued warriors away.
Varian remained silent.
Until there was no more sound around him, he took out a sealed treasure chest from his backpack.
The golden treasure chest slowly opened, and a rune sword emitting a chilling aura suddenly appeared.
Frostmourne - the legendary sword of the filial son, also known as the sword of fatherly love and filial piety.
The sword engraved with runes exudes a deep chill. The hilt of the sword decorated with a skull and sheep's head, as well as the faint light emitted from the skull's eyes, all make the sword look eerie and terrifying, full of an ominous breath of death.
Varian did not rush to get the sword, but took out a bundle of magic scrolls and used them one by one.
Resist the temptation!
Soul shelter!
Mental protection!
Evil protection!
Undead protection!
Mechanical Mind!
In one go, he cast seven or eight spells to enhance his mental strength and mental resistance. They were all top-level magic scrolls, and he cast them all without paying.
Then he took out several specially prepared pieces of equipment from his backpack and put them on one by one.
Psion Helmet, Psionic Wristguards, Owlhead Belt of Wisdom, Ring of Fortitude, Soul Guardian Necklace.
Some of these equipment were spoils of war obtained by his past adventurers, and some were purchased at high prices at auctions before he set out. All equipment had one purpose, to increase mental strength and mental resistance.
He had heard countless times from his fellow adventurers about the horror of this sword, so he had prepared various countermeasures long before setting out from Lordaeron.
It was precisely because of this careful preparation that he was able to keep his mind stable when he drew the sword for the first time.
Even so, for the sake of safety, he rarely uses Frostmourne, and only uses it when necessary with a full set of protection.
Now everything was ready, and Varian finally reached out and picked up the rune sword.
The moment he started, a series of vague thoughts immediately came into his mind.
Mysterious Voice: Are you there?
Mysterious Voice: What are you doing?
Mysterious Voice: Varian, where are you!
Mysterious voice: Varian, read on, please reply!
Mysterious Voice: Varian, I command you to respond to my call immediately!
Mysterious Voice: Answer me Varian, now!
Mysterious Voice: You disappoint me Varian, are you planning to betray me?
