Azeroth Trail of Light

In the deepest fortress in the Thunder Valley, in the dark room reinforced by the cold wind and low temperature of the storm cliff, a deadly battle is going on.

"Keng"

The sharp claws collide with the sharp edges of the battle axe, rub, and then separate when the power is about to break through to the extreme.

Varana's figure was like the lightest scout, jumping in the air, and finally fell in the corner of the messy room that was torn apart by the energy storm generated by the collision of blood energy and holy light.

In the thick shadows, those two fluttering scarlet lights were his eyes, like ghosts in the dark night.

He is a mage... But after becoming Sarin, spells are not only his only weapon that can kill people. The dark energy changes not only his soul, but also more apparent and deeper transformations. His body is slightly Feeling a trace of fatigue, so the next moment, Varana's left index finger flicked, and Old Fording, who was defending on the other side, couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.

Facing such an opponent who controls both superior magic and martial skills, one cannot be too serious and vigilant. However, due to lack of experience in fighting against the strange necromen like Sarin, Old Fording was still at the beginning. Tao.

At the moment Varana’s claws pierced his skin and spotted his blood, the old knight thought it was just a normal damage exchange, but when Varana used his unique blood magic, he began to get from that wound out of thin air. When he was drawing his blood, Old Fording knew that the wound was the biggest trap that the cunning blood elf in front of him had planted for him.

This vampire!

There are also legends about vampires in Azeroth, but it has been constantly proved to be just the vulgar stories of country fools. Those monsters that use blood as weapons and blood to survive are always just children’s bedtime stories. After seeing Varana's fighting methods, Old Fording was shocked to discover...Alsace really created this kind of monster!

Can manipulate the blood, but also draw the power of recovery and continuous combat from the blood of the opponent. The most important thing is that they are agile and deadly, just like the rumors, they are vicious and vicious, but they are very attractive in appearance. Just like the perfect dark hunter.

With the flick of Varana's fingers, the pain in the old knight’s chest became more and more obvious, but fortunately, the body of Shadowmourne has the blood power infused by Uther himself, which can effectively suppress this blood manipulation, and there is also The good news is that Sarin is still a necromantic creature, so the Holy Light still has immediate lethality on them.

This is probably the only good news from the beginning of the battle.

The old knight took a deep breath, and he began to call for the holy light to wrap around his wounds. Unlike Dick and Mograine's destructive holy light, the old Fording's holy light is called salvation and its healing properties. Although it is not as sacred as Velen, it is enough for this occasion.

The wound healed quickly, and the blood magic's influence on him began to weaken. Fighting with Sa Ain, you must not be injured at all, otherwise the battle will be completely controlled by these blood-manipulating lunatics.

"Hey... it's just delaying the arrival of death, meaningless!"

After realizing that the blood control trick had been seen, Varana put down his beating fingers unhappily, but the next moment, his wrist flipped, four diamond-shaped blood-red energy cones pierced towards Old Fording, Saint The knight was no longer passively beaten, and his left hand was weighed with two fingers, and with a sharp stroke downward, a scorching sword of holy light brushed through the darkness and lit the darkness.

"Boom Boom Boom"

With four soft sounds, the cone of blood exploded, and Varana’s figure jumped out of the **** fog, not just one. Old Fording noticed the vain nature of Varana’s figure in mid-air, his eyes Squinting at this second, the battle axe in his hand didn't cut to the blood prince who was rushing forward, but turned around, the Holy Light erupted, and cut diagonally.

"boom"

The clash of the battle axe and the nails appeared again, and the battle axe cut off three nail-sharp nails like a bamboo, and slashed it downward.

Old Fording’s combat experience helped him a lot. This fatal raid was blocked by him, and the blood prince who hurriedly faced off was obviously at a disadvantage due to the accumulation of power, but he was not panicked, even with a trace of indescribable The arrogance, before the axe blade was added, Varana’s face shone with an indifferent sneer,

"Knight, you can't stop me!"

"Wow!"

The blood prince’s body split into several **** shadows, like a bat of the dreadlord, dissipated in the whistle brought out by the battle axe, and the cold voice of the blood prince,

"Listen, the ticking sound of blood, that is a sign of your death!"

"call"

In the defensive corner behind Old Fording, the bright red shadow jumped out again, ten claws and the huge, ferocious storm of blood surging behind, like a mourning sickle, chopped down towards Fording’s neck. .

"Death is like the wind... deadly and silent."

"Don't think about it!"

At the moment when the claw was about to pierce the skin, Old Fording's left hand suddenly clenched, and 10 purple arcs hovering around him suddenly exploded at this moment, erupting from the roar and self-destruction of the bound soul. Purple energy swept across the audience.

Domineering, violent, irresistible!

Varana, who was caught off guard, couldn’t escape the blow. The purple soul energy exploded across his body, rushing into his soul, biting and tearing his soul, making his body slow and probing. The two arms that went out made the sound of cracking bones under the heavy blow, and what was even worse was the golden beam of light that erupted behind the purple streamer.

At this moment, the door of Sun Luo Wanxiang was opened by Old Fording himself, and the strongest fangs hidden by Shadowsorrow pierced into Sarin's heart.

"Feel the anger of my soul!"

At the moment when the Paladin broke out, a huge amount of holy light gathered on the battle axe and his body, two hot lights and shadows shining behind him, it is the holy avenger with open wings, like a myth to eradicate all evil Paladin.

A light and shadow slid from Varana's shoulder all the way to the bottom of his body. The hot edge pierced his body, almost cutting him in half, and the completely opposed Holy Light energy collided and burned in his body. , Destroy, let this blood prince burst out the most miserable wailing since the start of the war.

"I won't... won't just die like this! Soul Forge, Frostmourne...I will, I will come back! Wait!"

"boom!"

His body was torn again by the axe cut by Old Fording from the other side, a shocking X-shaped scar, knocking him into the air with tremendous force, and everything along the way, the wooden table and the decorations, Those bottles and cans with unknown liquids were completely lifted off and smashed by this impact.

When the dust and ashes flying in the room dissipated, Varana’s body was embedded in the wall at the end of the impact, his arms were lowered to the ground, and blood flowed out of his body. This Sarin was defeated, even Manipulating the blood of oneself can't do it.

His eyes looked forward blankly. The book he had read countless times had been torn apart, and the pages of the book fluttered before his eyes. Finally, the last page that had never been opened was like a fallen leaf. , Fell in front of his body, soaked in blood, and the back figure that used the black sketch pen on it became alive.

That back figure, the woman who appears in the last memory every time...

"Vanessa... I finally... finally remembered your name... my love."

Varana’s voice was weak, pale, low, and hoarse, like a voice that a real undead should have. Old Forddin came to him with a battle axe, and as the shadow of mourning approached, Varana felt It was the traction and greed for the soul that came from the battle axe.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Old Fording's thin and ugly face, with a grinning smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I won't... won't go back to...where, right?"

"Yes...you won't."

Old Fording bent down and looked at Varana, who was back to light. His left hand was placed on the shoulder of the prince of Sarin.

"Your suffering is over!"

"Okay! Cough cough...Thank you...Thank you, please, bury me in...Qingfeng Village, by...my Vanessa...Thank you..."

"Okay! I promise you, what do you want to write on your epitaph? Poor man."

"Just write...just write...Dear Vanessa...your lover, I'm back..."

"Too long, too long...Let me go, take me away...Paladin, I saw her, ah...My Vanessa, you are still so...beautiful, and I...have, already gone. Too far…"

"boom"

Varana's eyes became gentle and quiet. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch something that would make him feel warm, but he hadn't waited until the hand was raised, as if he had lost all his power. , Fell suddenly, and finally hit the ground with a low crashing sound.

And the tenderness that made people want to cry, but it was frozen there forever, in this dark corner, a place thousands of miles away from his hometown and the number of his beloved.

Old Fording stared blankly at Sarin, who was leaving with a satisfied smile. He felt that he could face everything calmly, but when the real suffering appeared before him again, the old knight still endured it. Can't help clenching his fist.

"I will end it all... I swear..."

Fording lowered his head and read the holy text silently. The holy light in his hand jumped on the cold corpse of Varana. The next moment, a golden flame ignited from the corpse, igniting a dazzling light in the darkness, and that was already The letter paper soaked in blood was also completely ignited in the flame of redemption.

It’s like fireworks scattered, sending a lost elf back home...