Forging Blueprint: Arcane Axe Obtained
It was the legendary Aojin Axe!
Luo Wei could hardly believe it and quickly flipped to the next page.
[Auspicious Axe]
[Type: Battle Axe]
[Standard Item Level: Level 6]
[Primary Material: Aojin]
Indeed, it was the same Aojin Axe he was familiar with. However, after a moment of excitement, Luo Wei's emotions began to settle.
There was only one main material: Aojin.
Aojin—known in another world as Arcanite—was one of the most coveted and rare metals in the realm of Warcraft. It was legendarily expensive and rarely ever found in common markets.
There were stories among players about this material—tales of needing hundreds of Arcanite Ingots to craft powerful weapons. Luo Wei had read such tales multiple times in his past life.
Weapons like the Arcanite Reaper, Sulfuron Warhammer, Thunderfury, Windchaser's Blessed Blade, and Sulfuras, the Hand of Ragnaros—all bore an undeniable connection to Arcanite. There was no doubt that Aojin was top-tier.
In this world, Luo Wei speculated that Zhenjin—more famously known as Vibranium—was the substitute for Aojin.
And the price of Vibranium…
While he didn't recall the exact figure, Luo Wei could make a pretty educated guess. After all, even the superpower on Earth, the United States, only had access to a single Vibranium shield. That alone spoke volumes of its value.
Its price wasn't the only concern—its rarity and inaccessibility were far greater problems. Originating exclusively from Wakanda, a nation isolated in Africa and shielded from the world, Zhenjin was nearly impossible to acquire.
Even within Wakanda, Zhenjin was tightly regulated and largely reserved for the royal Black Panther family. Its rarity was one of the reasons why Black Panther's personal wealth surpassed even Iron Man's.
At this stage, forging an axe from Zhenjin was little more than a fantasy for Luo Wei.
Of course, there was also Uru metal—infinitely more powerful and rare—but that was a distant dream even further out of reach.
Shaking his head, Luo Wei stopped fantasizing about the Aojin Axe and returned his focus to drawing. He proceeded to purchase one hundred Gifts of Fate in succession.
Acquired: [Thank you for your patronage]
Acquired: [Devotion 1.12]
Acquired: [Thank you for your patronage]
Acquired: [Experience Tome: Dire Wolf]
Acquired: [Judgment (Shard)]
Acquired: [Standard Space]
Acquired: [Reckoning Hand (Fragment)]
Thankfully, aside from the Aojin Axe, Luo Wei also gained three spatial storage items.
A happy moment for a small spender. Although he still had quite a bit of balance left, Luo Wei refrained from buying more Gifts of Fate at once. Excessive indulgence could easily spiral into gambling addiction.
With his emotions composed, he stepped outside to begin a new day.
———
Ten Months Later
In the blink of an eye, Luo Wei had been stationed at Warnerheim's Camp No. 3 for over two years—transitioning from a 25-year-old man to a 27-year-old one.
Between constant combat, intense training, and a protein-rich diet funded by money, his physical development had drastically improved.
By the measurements from his previous life, Luo Wei estimated he now stood above 1.7 meters tall.
This height was considered average by Earth standards, but among the Asgardian Protoss, he remained the shortest person in the entire camp.
That evening, Luo Wei and Sigurd entered the camp doctor's residence carrying a large box, which they promptly set down.
Inside the box were mostly medical texts and practical references—books like the Greenhilde Pharmacopoeia.
"Still three more boxes left," Luo Wei exhaled.
Sigurd grumbled, "Relocating camp is such a pain."
Luo Wei chuckled, "Weren't you the one who said we should've moved here a long time ago?"
"…Did I?" Sigurd blinked uncertainly.
Without replying, Luo Wei turned around and headed out, saying, "Can't deny it though—this is a great location. Remember how many folks wanted to move the camp here after our last visit?"
Over the past few days, the third camp had been abuzz with relocation efforts. Their new home? The island in the lake they once visited while gathering herbs.
The environment was ideal—dangerous yet scenic, nestled among mountains and freshwater sources, and optimal for herb cultivation. Based on Medical Officer Scala's recommendation, the leadership approved the relocation. Of course, securing the new camp required major efforts, including extensive clearing operations against the Skrins.
During the move, they encountered a tribe of trolls. Thankfully, the Protoss discovered them early and struck first, minimizing potential losses.
With this relocation, the Protoss made another calculated step in containing the Skrins.
While exterminating the Skrins was unrealistic, the Protoss had a very focused objective: containment. They drew boundary lines on their maps, and the soldiers were tasked with advancing frontlines to match those lines.
Aside from the books, there were also pharmaceutical instruments that required delicate handling. Because of their complexity, the medical team worked late into the night to complete the move.
Luo Wei entered his newly assigned room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked out the window.
The new camp featured a dual-layer layout. The inner camp occupied the island itself—housing critical structures like the Council Hall and the hospital—while the outer camp, located across the lake, was where soldiers lived and trained. Four wooden bridges connected the two layers.
Visually, the new base was a huge upgrade from their old location.
Its only flaw was that it felt a bit more exposed. The area was larger, and not all soldiers had relocated yet.
Full relocation was scheduled to be completed by tomorrow.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Suddenly, alarms rang out from the camp.
Soldiers responded with precision, quickly forming defensive lines around the base as they'd trained.
Rowe grabbed Verigan's Fist, vaulted out the window, and sprinted toward the outer perimeter.
"You're here, Lantern Bearer Rowe." Several soldiers chuckled at his arrival.
Having spent over two years in camp, Luo Wei had developed close bonds with many of the troops. His distinct fighting style and relentless bravery had earned him a nickname: the Lantern Bearer.
The moniker came from his dazzling Holy Light spells, which glowed intensely—especially when channeled through Verigan's Fist, making it appear as if he were wielding a radiant lantern in battle.
"Any idea how big this attack is?" Luo Wei asked Ander, who stood beside him.
Ander responded, "We just had a major battle and took down a high-ranking lord. I doubt the enemy will commit too many forces—probably two or three lords at most."
Thanks to his successful mission deep into enemy territory over a year ago, Ander had risen through the ranks—first to vice-captain, and more recently, to captain, now leading his own team.
That promotion worked out well for Luo Wei, who frequently joined Ander's squad in combat.
"The enemy is coming!" Vice-Captain Wayne shouted.
Everyone's expressions turned serious as they gazed into the darkened woods beyond.
Soon, however, confusion spread among the troops.
"What is that giant creature? A forest troll?" one soldier questioned.
"No," Wayne said with certainty. "That's not a troll."