Azeroth Trail of Light

For mortals, life is everything...Pale, boring, always spinning in a certain boring reincarnation, the name of that reincarnation is ignorance.

For the longevity species, life means another meaning, there is no boring, no boredom, only habit, the cruelest habit, this thing will destroy all your interest in this world, no love, no disgust, life just exists , And nothing more.

Therefore, the best longevity species often become paranoia and research fanatics in some respect. They need one thing to maintain their interest in the concept of "alive". Otherwise, they will easily become extremely boring. And the pursuit of another meaning.

Death... thus degenerate into a truly twisted monster.

Longevity is never a blessing.

Varana sits in a relaxed posture on the purple velvet bench of the deepest fortress in the Thunder Valley. He holds a book in his hands. The pages of the book are withered and dry. It is obviously carefully kept, but he holds it. The hands holding the book are abnormally white. Although they are not as thin and hideous as other undeads look, they have scary nails, and the dense magic patterns on the arms under the moon-white robe. The ice-blue undead fire in both eyes proved his identity.

Varana played with his long bony white hair with his fingers. His face was as thin as a dead person, and he still had the handsomeness of a living person, but his indifferent eyes completely destroyed the last touch of softness. .

After being attached to death, he still maintains his inherent elegance, but his bloodthirsty temperament and that crazy temperament can no longer be close to others, and can only bring more fear, shuddering fear.

The luxury of the chair under him is completely out of tune with this humble house, but Varana likes to do it. He stared at the thunder flowers that kept falling outside the window. In his long-lasting memory, it was like a lifetime. Under the sky named Quel'Thalas, there would be no such bad weather.

Varana still vaguely remembered his surname at the beginning, staring or falling stars?

With this sudden recollection, Quel'Thalas in the memory came to mind again, the earth covered with maple leaves, the gorgeous magic capital, the kind of day spent in boring but fascinating magic research. For countless days and nights, there seems to be a woman who can’t remember her name...

Varana's brows frowned. He knew that the woman was very important to him, but he just couldn't recall her face or even her name.

Until a few seconds later, he saw the bone giant who was driven into the portal by the lich, the rotting body, which stinks from the corrosion of darkness, which made people think of being soaked in water at a glance. Puffy and twisted monster of death.

That kind of sight interrupted his memories and pulled him back to the icy reality... He is no longer Varana Falling Stars, he is Prince Varana, one of the rulers of the Saaine of Undead Scourge, a real high Order undead.

In the battle of Quel'Thalas 5 years ago, he and countless firewing wizards died in the land he once loved. It was a conversion of dreams to release the Buddha. When he was awake again, he Already appeared in the ice-cold Icecrown Citadel, outside the soul melting pot, he and his brothers bowed to the face of the dark and cold soul.

There is no dissatisfaction, no resistance, not even the slightest emotional fluctuations that should be due.

The most powerful of them were given the title of "Blood Prince", and Varana is one of them.

Now they have a new name... Sarin, blood nobleman.

At that moment, Varana felt that he should be angry, should resist, should smash the fireball in the face of Arthas, but no... nothing.

The voice rising from the heart told them to obey... so they obeyed.

It's like a sad marionette...

But everything passed, Varana finally adapted to the reality of being an undead. Although the once cordial flame no longer obeyed him, after getting used to the endless frost and shadow, Varana did not become weaker. On the contrary... he became a stronger creature.

He was originally responsible for the war and occupation of the Borean Tundra, but at the time he returned to Icecrown, the Borean Tundra fell. Now, he is on the edge of Thunder Valley, the edge of the storm cliff, a hustle but dead silence. The place.

Varana doesn’t think there is anything wrong here. After embracing the darkness, he prefers to be alone and enjoy quietness. Time can no longer affect him, so he has to have some fun for himself, but he puts aside the boringness. Thoughts, when you refocus on the book in front of you,

"boom!"

A violent explosion shook the room where Varana was located, which undoubtedly interrupted the blood prince’s thoughts. Along with the shattering of the white light of teleportation, Varana’s body appeared by the window. The book was placed in the corner of the table by him.

The golden thunder and lightning flooded Varana’s vision, and the burst of holy light that burst into the sky. The two forces merged into one, like an unstoppable wave of holy light, towards him from the distance of Thunder Valley. The direction surged over.

Everything along the way was mercilessly submerged. The 7-meter-high frost giant corpses that resembled a dark forest of bones were lit, and those fragile skeletons and walking corpses were like a drop of water dripping into the ocean tide, even a splash of water. Can't turn it over.

There is also the darkness that follows behind the tide of holy light. The familiar darkness is controlled by guys of completely different camps. They screamed wantonly, they rushed frantically, they gathered together, and finally formed the darkness that enveloped the valley of the thunder. With both wings, the death knights rushing out of the fortress were cut off by a giant ice sickle that suddenly appeared, and the others were also surrounded by the undead who appeared from the ground around them.

It's ironic. They are both undead, but because of different will control, they have to fight to death in this dark corner.

And the howl that made Varana's heart shake.

That is something ordinary people can't hear, only a howl that shows power at the soul level, like Frostmourne in Arthas's hand, but far more arrogant and wilder than that cold magic sword!

A powerful enemy appeared!

From the attributes of these energy alone, Varana knows who is coming.

Order Knight Dick, Vengeance Knight Mograine, and Dark Knight Uther, those opponents that make Arthas a headache, but how come they appear here?

Varana's left hand was lightly tapped in the air, and an ice-blue wand covered with frost-like spear appeared in his hand. It was a wand cast in the dark fortress of Alsace. Named the Holy Light Will Extinguish, it is one of the top weapons in this world, and it is in the hands of the most powerful dark mage in this world.

But the blood prince knew that he couldn't face the three tricky guys here, not opponents! Will be killed mercilessly, he is more concerned about observing the situation, and then ready to evacuate at any time.

"interesting…"

Varana watched Dick's figure constantly appearing in the golden flashes, and then disappeared. The fierce thunder power even triggered the thunder and lightning in the sky, forming a dazzling thunder and lightning tide behind him, the most bursting in nature. The gathering of powers, even if they are far apart, can make Varana feel the tremors of his skin.

And think of the recent period of time, the stone giant army that suddenly appeared in the snowy field outside Danny Fenley and the entire storm cliff, and between them and the subway dwarves and the steel vrykul army, the crazy war of life and death.

Varana’s face showed a very interesting expression.

"Dick, it's really as rumored, do you really have power that doesn't belong to mortals, or even this world?"

"boom"

The door to the door behind Varana was kicked open. This movement made Varana turn his head. At the moment, he didn't feel anyone approaching outside the house behind. This shows that the visitor is either a powerful sneak Those who can avoid detection magic, or have some special item that exempts Varana’s dark perception.

But when he saw the guy breaking in, the knowledgeable blood prince was also stunned.

It was a paladin, a paladin whose whole body was shining with the intensity of the holy light no less than that of Dick and Mograine. His white hair was constantly flying under the light of the holy light, and he was wearing a golden armor with engraved holy scriptures. Of course, at a glance, what attracted the most attention was the ice-blue two-handed battle axe that he held in his hand.

That is a weapon that shouldn't appear in the hands of a paladin at all. If Uther carries this battle axe, he can understand it, but the paladin in front of him...

Varana's gaze was constantly searching on the battle axe. This axe felt very strange to him, very much like... it was like facing Frostmourne, although not strong, both possessed His dark energy is also very different, but it is indeed a touch that is hard to ignore.

However, Old Fording obviously did not leave Varana with more time to sigh. The next moment, the shadow of sorrow wrapped in the scorching light roared towards Varana, and the blood prince raised his left hand, a **** face The shield appeared in the air, blocking the frozen axe blade of Shadowmourne.

The two touched, and there was a sound of metal humming, but before Varana could breathe a sigh of relief, the rune on the surface of Shadowmourne flashed, and a green light fluttered on the axe blade. The next moment, that solid The Scarlet Shield was cut open by a crack unexpectedly.

As a purple soul flame appeared around Old Fording’s body, his power increased in vain. With the roar of the old knight, the battle axe brushed Varana’s body, even though the next moment, The blood prince appeared in another corner of the room, but there was still an obvious crack in the sleeve of his arm. If one second later, half of his arm would be cut off.

"Ka La"

An unimaginable sharp battle axe swept the air, and the luxurious couch was cut in half by a sharp edge. With a bang, Old Fording slid the battle axe in front of him, looking at Wala whose face was completely darkened. Prince Na, there was a trace of doubt in his voice.

"You... are different from other undead!"

"So I hate you as a stubborn and inflexible paladin, please don't associate me with those low-level creatures!"

The corners of Varana's mouth twitched, sharp canine teeth pierced from his mouth, and a palpitating bright red appeared in his eyes, **** energy surged behind him, and finally turned into a pair of blood. The bat wings stretched gently,

"I am the prince of Sarin... we chant death, chase death... we... control death!"

"boom"

Varana's finger lightly swiped in the air, and three **** meniscus-shaped energy blades drew a strange arc in the air, rushing towards Fording from three directions, the latter did not choose to dodge. Instead, he rushed up, and the sharp edge of the battle axe slashed across the sky, completely shattering the three energy blades.

But the next moment, four bright red energy chains bounced out from four directions, locked on Fording’s arms and legs, making the old knight’s next blow out of shape, and the wings behind Varana Pat, like a swift shadow across the old knight's body, ten dagger-like claws in both hands are closed, the left hand is against the axe blade cut down by Shadowmourne, the right hand is picked up, and the burning light is broken. A **** light was drawn on Ding's shoulder.

Varana's figure appeared behind the paladin. He exposed black burns on his arm outside the robe, and a hideous wound on his face. But the next moment, he put the nail of his right hand in his mouth and licked it. At once, as the blood entered his body, the two wounds quickly began to heal.

"boom"

Old Fording also broke away the **** chains that bound his body. He lowered his body slightly, and two purple arcs circled his body. The ice blue battle axe was held in his hand, and the runes of different colors sparkled differently. Varana is obviously a difficult opponent to deal with, while the prince of Saain stretches out his bright red tongue and licks his lips. The eyes that have been flooded with scarlet light are shining maliciously. ,

"The pleasant smell of blood...very good, your blood is mine!"