Traveling through World of Warcraft

As Arthas and Muradin continued deeper into the cave, the dark cave suddenly became brighter, like daylight.

Looking along the place where the dazzling light shines, a rune sword is surrounded by crystal. Under the crystal is a huge piece of meteorite. These crystals emit a dazzling light that illuminates the entire scene. The rune sword's blade is engraved with mysterious runes, and the hilt is wrapped with gorgeous silk threads. Its existence seems to tell an ancient story, showing a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

On the surface of meteorite iron, you can see some small lines, which are intertwined to form a unique beauty. Its texture is hard, giving it an indestructible feel. There is a mysterious power surrounding the rune sword and meteorite, which makes people feel an indescribable pressure.

God! Look at Frostmourne, we have finally found it, Muradin said excitedly, his voice echoing in the empty cave.

His fingers gently touched the crystal outside Frostmourne, feeling the cold texture, as if he could feel the powerful power contained in it. In his eyes, this legendary artifact is no longer a simple weapon, but a symbol, a pursuit of power and glory.

The blade of the sword shone with a cold light, as if telling him its own story.

This sword once belonged to a powerful demon with enough power to destroy the entire world. Muradin said seriously

Alsace's eyes widened with a look of astonishment on his face. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't form the words.

He slowly approached Frostmourne,

Arthas took a deep breath and said slowly: "This sword...its power...I can feel it calling me." His voice was full of awe and longing.

After saying that, he slowly walked towards Frostmourne. He has been stroking the crystal wrapped in Frostmourne with his hands, just like stroking his own child.

Muradin: "Wait Alsace, there is an inscription here. What does it say?"

This text does not belong to any language. Muradin studied this inscription carefully.

Muradin: "This is a warning! Whoever picks him up will lose his soul. This sword has cut his throat with blood. This sword is cursed."

Arthas: "No, I must get him. This sword is mine, Muradin. It will bring us victory!"

Muradin: "Wait, Arthas. There is an evil power in this sword. I can clearly feel it."

Arthas: "So what? We just need to harness its power to defeat our enemies."

Muradin: "But how do you know you can control the sword? It may control you, rather than you controlling it."

Arthas: "I won't let that happen. I am the future king and I will use this sword to protect my people."

Muradin: "I don't know, Arthas. This doesn't feel right. Forget about him and take your soldiers home."

Arthas: "Don't you believe me, Muradin?"

Muradin: "Of course I trust you, Arthas. But this sword... it makes me uneasy."

Arthas: "Then let me take the risk. If I fail, it will be my failure alone. But if I succeed, we can save our country."

Muradin: "Alright, Arthas. I will fight with you. But use this sword with caution."

Now, call upon the spirits here! As long as I can save my motherland, I am willing to pay any price! "

As he spoke, Arthas dropped the Hammer of Holy Light and picked up Frostmourne.

When Arthas picked up Frostmourne, the crystal surrounding the sword suddenly exploded, releasing powerful power. These explosive crystal shards flew everywhere, some of which hit Muradin.

Muradin's body was severely injured after being hit by these crystal shards. He felt a sharp pain and blood gushed from his wound. His vision became blurred and his body grew weaker.

Before he lost consciousness, Muradin saw Arthas standing in front of him, Frostmourne in hand. There was madness and evil in his eyes, and Muradin felt a twinge of fear. He realized that Arthas had been corrupted by the power of Frostmourne and became a terrifying monster.

Eventually, Muradin fell to the ground, his life slowly draining away from him. His last moments were filled with worries about Alsace and fears for the future.

The blade of the sword shone coldly in his hand. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling the power flowing through his body.

Arthas closed his eyes and immersed himself in that power. There was an expression of obsession on his face, and he seemed to have forgotten everything around him.

He thought of the warmth and power he had felt in the Church of the Holy Light, so he decided to use the Holy Light to save Muradin.

However, when he began to chant the Holy Light spell, the darkness and desire for power in his heart were awakened by Frostmourne, and he finally pulled out Frostmourne and gave up using the Holy Light.

Arthas turned around and walked out of the cave...

The life magic on Muradin's body disappeared in the camp. I concentrated my mind, chanted the spell, and started to cast teleportation magic. Magic surged around me, forming a shining magic circle. I stepped into the center of the magic circle and was instantly engulfed in light and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, I was transported to the place where Muradin Bronzebeard died. It was a ruin, with debris and dust filling the air. My eyes fell on the body of Muradin Bronzebeard. He lay there quietly, covered with scars and blood.

I walked closer to him, knelt down, and gently touched his body. You feel his remaining breath of life and are determined to use the resurrection spell to bring him back from the abyss of death.

I slowly closed my eyes, concentrated, and began to recite the complex resurrection spell. Magic flows from you and into Muradin Bronzebeard's body. Your fingers sparkle, releasing powerful healing energy.

With your spell, Muradin Bronzebeard's body began to change. The wound gradually healed, the blood stains disappeared, and his chest began to rise and fall slightly, showing signs of life.

I continued to perform the spell, refusing to let up, until the last trace of magic power was exhausted. When you opened your eyes, Muradin Bronzebeard had already sat up, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.

He looked at me, feeling the life he had regained, his eyes shining with gratitude and hope. I smiled and reached out to him, helping him to his feet.

Muradin Bronzebeard's resurrection was a miracle, but I know his return is only the beginning. He will shoulder the mission of protecting the people of Lordaeron and fight unremittingly against the evil forces.

Muradin Bronzebeard and I stand side by side, ready to face the challenges ahead. Our friendship and courage will be elevated in battle, bringing hope and redemption to Lordaeron.

"Muradin, you must return to Lordaeron and save as many people of Lordaeron as possible." You said to him seriously.

Muradin frowned and asked in confusion: "Why? We should focus on defeating Mal'Ganis now."

"Because I have seen the future. After Prince Arthas defeats Mal'Ganis, he will return to Lordaeron. He will not save Lordaeron, but slaughter all the people of Lordaeron." Your voice is full of emotion. Definitely.

Muradin's eyes widened, shock written on his face: "How is this possible? Prince Arthas..."

"I know it's unbelievable, but it's true. I have the ability to see the future. I saw Arthas was corrupted by Frostmourne. I couldn't stop the prince's corruption and corruption, so I came here. I find you, hoping to change everything." As I said that, I showed Muradin the scene of Lordaeron being massacred by the undead in the future, and the horrific scenes made his heart clench tightly.

Muradin's face turned pale. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "We can't let this happen. We must rush back to Lordaeron, organize defense forces, and protect our people!"

You shook your head, a trace of determination flashed in your eyes: "No, we can't change the ending of Lordaeron being massacred, but we can only try to save as many people as possible and take them away from Lordaeron."

After saying that, I closed my eyes and opened the teleportation circle, sent Muradin away and then teleported myself back to the base.