Azeroth Trail of Light

Delaris looked indifferently at the human gladiator who was rushing towards him in front of him. The creature's eyes were shining with crazy light, and there seemed to be a trace of bloodshot eyes. It looked extremely unstable, like a wounded beast. .

"The weak..."

Delaris moved his footsteps lightly, dodged to the other side, stretched out his feet and hooked lightly under the feet of the rushing human, and he waved his arms, lost his balance, and flew out. Under the anger, the human Often make wrong judgments, and in battle, such mistakes can be fatal!

Therefore, a real high-level fighter must learn to control anger, and then enjoy it, and force himself to keep a clear mind under anger with a cruel calmness. Only in this way can he truly attribute the power generated by anger to himself.

Delaris completed his anger management training a long time ago, probably... 4000 years ago.

At that time, in Elesalas, a beautiful city that had not yet been abandoned, Delaris and his companions received training from veteran warriors who survived the War of the Ancients. After that, you will get the first weapon in your life, usually a short knife, and then enter the dense forest of Feralas with only 3 days of rations. into more advanced training.

Delaris was the best fighter of his generation.

In the world of long-lived species, all changes are extremely slow, and 4,000 years almost passed by in a flash. A long time ago, after the War of the Ancients just ended, I was driven crazy by the hunger and thirst of the magic power from my body The people of the tribe began to study taboo sorcery, and they also restrained themselves at that time. After the situation got worse, Prince Torsedrin led the way and gathered the power of all Archmage Syndra, and they finally summoned a head that was enough Powerful demon.

The demon destroyed most of Eresasla, and then was imprisoned by the Syndra elves. His people relied on absorbing the demon's magic power to survive.

They are like a group of beasts who gave up their dignity for food! From sneaky to aboveboard.

But Delaris had to admit that he was also a member of that group of beasts. He once wanted to pretend that he didn't know about those things, pretending that he didn't know that Prince Torsedrin gave the order to abandon Elesalas, Pretend not to know the brutal news that your once beautiful home has been overrun by brutish ogres and disgusting demons.

He even wanted to pretend that he saw the painful memories of those suffering companions who chose to commit suicide under the cruel reality, but he couldn't lie to himself after all.

In the 4034th year of his life, Delaris became the first Syndra Elf to walk out of the inner city that had been filled with the stench of demons. When he left, no one came to see him off and accompany him. His is just an ancestral Broken Blade.

He knew that his ancestor was a great man, an attendant to Lord Villins, the former ruler of Syndra, but after Torsedrin came to power, all glory was far away from him.

When Delaris walked out of the slowly closing gate with the broken sword on his back, he looked back, and those compatriots who were alive like walking dead were looking at him, without sadness or joy.

The warrior turned his head and walked into the abandoned outer city. He knew that he was a member of this city, and he knew that he would save it from darkness and corruption.

Life alone is hard, especially now that the world has undergone major changes. He has never left Feralas, because he knows that the power he needs is here!

When he walked out of the ruins of Eldre Salas with scars all over his body, it was the end of the last Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament. He looked at the indifferent assassin standing at the highest place and just casually said a word , Attracting thousands of people to follow, a small force was formed in an instant, watching those powerful gladiators follow behind the assassin.

Delaris knew that that was the power he was looking for, enough power for him to overthrow the crazy Torsedrin, and at least save some of his compatriots from his rule. As for the overthrow of Prince Torsedrin, what should he do? Treating his fellow man included his own magic addiction, which Delaris didn't know, he was just a fighter, and he couldn't think of an answer to such a complicated question.

But at least they must be rescued first, so that those compatriots can live in the sun dignifiedly, instead of hiding in the dark underground like cavemen.

"I will save you! We will live in the sun!"

Syndra's warrior lowered his head, the dark armor covered his face, and his expression, all he could see was coldly piercing the broken blade in his hand into the chest of the entangled human gladiator,

"I'll be the champion and save my people... Get out of my way!"

"puff"

The last human warrior fell to the ground weakly, and the goblin referee not far away raised the red air flag in his hand to signal the end of the gladiatorial fight. Deafening cheers sounded from the surroundings, and the Syndra elves turned their heads to look Those audiences who were excited by the killing, he couldn't understand the frenzy.

Syndra has been isolated from the world for too long, but in the once noble days, they were a group of guards who kept secrets and books. Everything about them, including their martial arts, existed as tools. Their violence, Not for killing.

Although Delaris' ancient combat skills are so elegant and deadly in the eyes of the audience, in fact, when the life is taken away, this descendant of Syndra can't feel the slightest excitement, even though he became a warrior, But in his bones, he is still a scholar, which is Syndra's duty from ancient times to the present.

"Fourteen victories... one more!"

Delaris sat cross-legged on the ground, put the broken blade on his legs, and squeezed his last bit of energy. He felt very hungry, not from the hunger in his body, but from the hunger in his blood. The need, he was resisting it, from the day he left the inner city, until now.

From having to secretly absorb magic power every day to once a week now, that kind of hunger, the kind of hunger that will completely destroy him, is his greatest enemy.

He has to suppress it in order to win the final battle. As long as he wins the next enemy, he can enter the rematch. Delaris is not very confident in himself, but this is the only way in front of him, so he Must go on.

The night elf who has been trying to contact him... the general who calls himself Shandris Feathermoon, he doesn't trust her because he knows where Syndra's tragedy originated, and he won't trust those purple-skinned " compatriots".

"Are you a descendant of... Syndra?"

A warm but majestic voice interrupted Delaris's meditation, he opened his eyes, his last opponent was already standing in the arena, it was an elf, no doubt, It can be seen from the sharp ears protruding from the left and right of his long golden hair. His eyes are green, like green gems. Above the eyes, two eyebrows that stretch upwards diagonally make this face look more heroic. .

He should be a big shot!

Although he is now wearing an ordinary troubadour's robe, he can't hide his majestic demeanor, just like those ancient kings that Delarys saw in the murals in the library.

He was far away from him, but the voice he heard clearly proved his identity. It was a mage, and it was very likely to be a secret arcanist, a mysterious inheritance in Syndra.

Delaris felt that he should say something, but he finally chose to remain silent. He stood up and assumed a fighting posture.

Kael'thas shook his head helplessly. His voice was wrapped in magic and passed through the air, reaching Delaris' ears.

"I know you are a descendant of Syndra, that sword, Quel'Sera...Forget it, I am Kael'thas Sunstrider, the successor of King Dath'Remar after 7000 years, we are considered an ancient covenant Brothers!"

Delaris was shocked. He knew many secrets, including the secret agreement between Lord Villins and Lord Dath'Remar back then. The two highborne elves chose to go away because of the rejection of the Kaldorei elves. A foreign land, but just before departure, Lord Villins mysteriously disappeared. In the end, Syndra's highborne could only stay in Eresalas, until now.

If there hadn't been that accident, I'm afraid that just as the elf in front of him who claimed to be the Sun Chaser said, the two forces might really have merged together.

But Delaris did not forget his mission. Although the elf was very sincere, he still chose to hold his weapon tightly and charged without saying a word.

Seeing Delaris rushing towards him with the momentum of thunder, Kael'thas frowned, and lightly swiped his left hand in the air, a handful of golden wings, half of which were like a phoenix at the top, guarded him. An exquisite staff with a green power gemstone appeared in his hand.

It was the golden staff of Sin'dorei. It was the symbol of the prince back then, and the pride of the Sunstrider was perfect as a weapon, but its symbolic meaning was very strong, and it was too powerful, so in ordinary battles, Kael'thas generally did not To use that artifact, the Sin'dorei Gold Rod in his hand is enough.

To be honest, at the level of a guy like Kael'thas who is only one step away from an epic hero, ordinary weapons really don't mean much anymore.

Kael'thas tapped his staff lightly on the ground, a ray of flame appeared in the air, and then a bird's scream sounded at the same place. The sound was so sharp and bright that it immediately attracted everyone's attention. , and then they saw that the entire arena was enveloped by crimson flames at this moment, and the air was distorted. When the flames dissipated in the next second, a beautiful, noble, whole body was covered Wrapped in golden and scarlet flame feathers, a creature with feathers like a golden flame crown appeared behind Kael'thas.

The moment this powerful creature appeared, the runes of the magic barrier set up around the entire arena gave off a less dazzling light, and the flow of magic power was abruptly interrupted and became chaotic.

That is Ao, His Majesty's pet, one of the rarest creatures in Azeroth, the elemental phoenix, the ultimate embodiment of the power of fire.

Kael'thas was held in place by Al's wings, and Delaris' charge didn't even hurt him a bit.

The Sun King of the Sunstrider simply ignored the screams and exclamations in the audience. At this time, he was as majestic as a Vulcan who came into the world. Magicians all have their own means of concealing breath. Kyle Sass is one of the best. Until this moment, Delaris didn't know what kind of character he was fighting.

"Is it still necessary to continue fighting? Brother Syndra, let us put down our weapons and have a good talk. I came here with the intention of peace."

Kael'thas did not attack rashly, but continued to persuade. Under such a situation where it was impossible to win, Delaris took a deep breath, and once again clenched the hilt of Quel'Sera's sword, blood red The anger emerged from his body, wrapped in his black armor.

"I...I have my mission, and I have something I must do, so don't get in my way!"

"charge!"

(Ahhh, Delaris here should have a better name, but it’s a pity that Syndra does not have too many celebrities, so I can only use the name of the lonely high elf in the Delaris kiosk. The name, and the most tragic thing is, I can’t find the name of this elf, so I can only use Delaris~~~ Don’t mind~ Please help me~ Also, there is Kerr this afternoon Mr. Sugard’s episode is my Dragon Boat Festival gift to my brothers! I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival!)