After his eyes adapted to the light in the box, Diago saw a piece of debris the size of a palm lying quietly in the box. The fragment was placed on a very dazzling piece of red silk, but Diago's eyes were completely attracted by the fragment.

It seemed that it had broken from a sword weapon, and Diago could still see the blood groove in the middle of the sword ridge, but what attracted people the most was not its deep blood groove, nor its sharp edge, nor its brokenness between them, but the colorful light emitted from inside. The passionate red of life, the deep blue of arcane, the psychedelic green of dreams, the golden yellow of time, and the thick black of the earth, the five forces protecting dragons flowed on this fragment, surging, and scattered with brilliant colors like glass.

"Dragon King's Blade?" Diago asked in a daze.

"Yes, I know what you're thinking, but the fact is not as you think. This piece of fragment is not part of the Demon Soul," the king looked at Diago encouragingly, signaling him to reach out, "Put your hand on it!"

Diago hesitated for a moment, but out of trust in the king, he stretched out his right hand to touch the fragment. Just as his fingers touched the fragment, clear memory images and cold touch rushed into his mind.

It was in a deserted valley, and the scene around it was like doomsday. The dim dust covered the sky and the sun was covered. The cracked ground was full of gushing lava. A tall Ereda demon was waiting next to the hottest lava river. Not far behind him, several injured dragons were bound to the ground by thick iron chains. Five giant dragons, five colors, red dragons, green dragons, blue dragons, black dragons, and bronze dragons. Their eyes were full of fear at this moment.

Finally, when the temperature of the rushing lava river finally rose to its highest point, and the originally red magma turned almost incandescent, the Erida demon reached out and took out a large two-handed heavy sword from the magma. The high temperature on the hilt of the sword clashed fiercely with the magic energy protecting his palm, making a sizzling sound. When the Erida demon turned around to look at the dragons waiting to be slaughtered, Diago recognized who this was the polluter Archmond, the right-hand arm of the Dark Titan Sagelas, and one of the commanders of the Burning Legion! He suddenly realized that the memory scene he was seeing was the scene when the Dragon King Blade was cast in ancient times.

Arcmond walked towards the dragons with a heavy sword in his hand. As if he had noticed the terrifying fate he was about to face, the five dragons struggled hard, but the heavy injuries made their struggle look weak, let alone the powerful dragon breathing. The black dragon, the largest among them, took a deep breath, but the next moment, coughed violently, and a few wisps of black smoke drifted out of its nostrils, making him look like a sickly tuberculosis who was lingering.

Just as the dragons were watching with anger and fear, Archmond came to the nearest red dragon. Without any mercy, he raised his heavy sword and penetrated it from the red dragon's chest, reaching the handle.

With a shocking wail, the dragon twitched violently. The pain of the heart being pierced made it tremble all over. The pain was unbearable. What was even more hopeless was that the dazzling red light terrifying weapon scattered out, like a parasite that penetrated into its body. The red dragon felt its power, life and even soul being absorbed by it. It struggled desperately, trying to give its companions a final warning, but it was too late, and it didn't even sound now. In just a few minutes, it was sucked away by the sword, and all that was left was dry skin and rotten horns. As a gust of hot wind blew, these remnants eventually turned into a wisp of dust and disappeared into the wind.

Archmond continued his work, and the cruel scene repeated on other dragons. When the sword finally sucked away the essence of the last bronze dragon, its casting work was finally completed. The power of the five-colored dragon shone with dazzling light on it, and the five bound dragon souls shouted wildly within the heavy sword, cursing the demons holding it. However, this curse, together with their power, was used by the demons to deal with their tribesmen and compatriots, until the moment the heavy sword shattered. Now, the dragon's curse had dissipated with the liberated dragon soul, and only part of the dragon's power remained in the fragments.

Diago finally sighed and took his hand away from the fragment. A golden sand of time, like a phantom, slid from his fingertips and returned to the fragments. Diago realized that everything he had just seen was the display of the time retrospective power of the bronze dragon, which was the last trace left by these dragon souls in the world.

"Azeroth will remember these sacrificed dragon souls!" After a while, Diago came back to his senses from the scene he had just seen and said with emotion.

"A few years ago, in the Battle of Mount Haigal, the Dragon King's Blade was shattered into several pieces. As trophy, they were divided by the victors from all sides. This piece was brought back by the Stormwind City Legion who participated in that battle. However, it is said that the orcs later pieced together the pieces they got, and used magic silver melt and connected crystal powder to glue them into a cracked two-handed sword, which they called the Catastrophe Blade." The king told Diago about the origin of the fragment. Finally, he closed the lid of the box and handed the box to the latter, "Now, it's yours!"

"Why?" Diago asked in surprise. To be honest, this was completely beyond his expectations.

"As a reward for your heroic act," the king said seriously, "in fact, I don't think it is enough to recognize your merits this time. You must know that a king's life is much more valuable than this fragment."

"Hold it," Boval persuaded, "unless you think it's not enough."

Well, what else can he say? Diago took the box helplessly.

"What can I do with it?" He opened the box again and looked at the fragment of the shining weapon.

"Whatever you do," the king said unnaturally, and he coughed, drawing Diago's gaze from the fragments, "I must tell you one thing, lest you say that I take advantage of you in the future."

"Hmm?" Diago looked at him in confusion.

"This weapon used a magical ore at the beginning of forging. Once this metal is cast, it is difficult to melt again. We have tried a lot of effort but couldn't find a way to recast it without causing the power of the dragon inside to scatter, so..."

"So you threw it to me?" Diago said angrily. He felt he was being fooled. Although he didn't mind any reward, wouldn't he behave like this? "You can't do this. This is not what an upright king should do!"

"Of course, if you don't want this, I can replace it with other ones for you to choose from. But to be honest, I don't think other things can be more precious than this piece of fragment!" The king spread his hands and said helplessly. To be honest, he didn't want to cheat, but all the valuable things in the palace had been sold by him and replaced by various supplies here. He really had no other things to take to take advantage of.

"Okay, that's it!" Diago said reluctantly. But he was already happy. Isn't it just the method of smelting the demonized source ingot? Sorry, the uncle happened to have it in his hand!

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