Azeroth Trail of Light

For mortals, life is everything... Pale, dull, always spinning in some boring cycle called ignorance.

For longevity species, life means another meaning, no boredom, no boredom, only habit, the cruelest habit, this thing will destroy all your interest in this world, no love, no dislike, life is just existence , and nothing more.

Therefore, the best long-lived species tend to become paranoid and research mad in a certain way. They need one thing to maintain their interest in the concept of "alive". And pursue another meaning.

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

Longevity has never been a blessing.

Varana sat on a purple velvet bench in the deepest fortress of Thunderfall Valley in a leisurely posture. He held a book in his hands. The pages of the book were yellow and dry. It was obviously carefully preserved, but holding The hands holding the book were abnormally white. Although they were not as skinny and hideous as other undead, his terrifying nails and the dense magic patterns on his arms under the moon-white robe were still quite impressive. The ice-blue undead flames in his eyes proved his identity.

Varana played with his long, bone-white hair with his fingers. On his skinny face like that of a dead man, he still had the handsomeness he once had when he was a living person, but those indifferent eyes completely destroyed the last trace of softness. .

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

The luxury of the chair under him does not match this humble house at all, but Varanah likes to do this, he stares at the thunder flowers falling outside the window, in his long-term memory that seems like a previous life, There is no such bad weather under the sky called Quel'Thalas.

Varana still vaguely remembered his original surname, Chasing Stars, or Falling Stars?

Accompanied by this sudden memory, the memory of Quel'Thalas once again came to mind, the land covered with maple leaves, the gorgeous city of magic, the kind of life spent every day in boring but fascinating magic research. For countless days and nights, there seems to be a woman who can't remember the name...

Varana frowned. He knew that that 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 skeleton giant who was driven by the lich into the portal. The rotting body emitted a stench due to the corrosion of the darkness. Bloated and twisted monster of death.

That scene interrupted his memory and brought him back to the cold reality... He is no longer Varana Fallen Star, he is Prince Varana, one of the rulers of Salayne from the Undead Scourge, the real Gao Undead.

In the Battle of Quel'Thalas 5 years ago, he and countless mages of the Fire Wing Troop died in that piece of land he once loved so much. It seemed like a transformation of a dream. Already appeared in the ice-cold Icecrown Fortress, outside the soul furnace, he and his brothers bowed down in front of that dark and icy soul.

There was no resentment, no resistance, not even a trace of due emotional fluctuations.

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

Now they have a new name...Salayne, the blood noble.

In that moment, Varanar felt that he should be angry, that he should rebel, that he should throw a fireball in Arthas' face, but no... nothing at all.

A voice in their hearts told them to obey...and they obeyed.

Like a sad marionette...

But everything passed, and Varana finally adapted to the reality of being an undead. Although the once friendly flame no longer obeyed him, after getting used to the endless frost and shadows, Varana did not become weaker. Instead...he became a more powerful creature.

He was originally responsible for the war and occupation of the Borean Tundra, but when he returned to Icecrown Glacier, the Borean Tundra fell, and now, he is in Thunderfall Valley, on the edge of the storm cliff, a noisy but dead The place.

Varana didn't think there was anything wrong here. After embracing the darkness, he preferred to enjoy the quiet alone. Time could no longer affect him, so he had to find some fun for himself. Thoughts, when I put my eyes on the books in front of me again,

"boom!"

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

The golden thunder and lightning filled Varana's field of vision, and then the bursting holy light shot up into the sky. The two forces merged into one, like an unstoppable wave of holy light, heading towards him from the distance of Thunder Falling Valley. The direction surged over.

Everything along the way was ruthlessly submerged. The 7-meter-high corpse of the frost giant, which was like a dark bone forest, was set on fire. Those fragile skeletons and walking corpses were like a drop of water falling into the sea tide. Can't turn it over.

There is also the darkness that follows the tide of holy light, the familiar darkness is controlled by guys from completely different camps, they scream wantonly, they rush forward frantically, they gather together, and finally form the darkness covering Thunder Valley With both wings, the death knights rushing out of the fortress were cut off by a giant ice scythe that suddenly appeared, and the others were also surrounded by undead spirits that appeared from the ground around them.

It's ironic that both are undead, but because of different will manipulations, they want to fight to the death in this dark corner.

And the howling that shook Varana's heart.

That is something ordinary people cannot hear, only the howling that shows power at the soul level, just like the Frostmourne in Alsace's hand, but it is far more arrogant and wild than that cold magic sword!

A strong enemy has appeared!

Just from the attributes of these energies, Varana knows who is coming.

Knight of Order Dick, Knight of Revenge Mograine, and Knight of Darkness Uther, those opponents that would give Alsace a headache, but why did they appear here?

Varana's left hand tapped lightly in the air, and an ice-blue spear-like staff covered with shining frost appeared in his hand. It was a staff cast in the dark fortress of Alsace. It's called Holy Light Will Extinguish, which 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 those three tricky guys here, he was not an opponent! 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 appear and then disappear in the golden flashes. The violent lightning power even aroused the thunder and lightning in the sky, forming a dazzling thunder tide behind him, the kind that is the most explosive in nature. The gathering of power, even if it is far away, can make Varanah feel the shudder on his skin.

And think of the recent period of time, the stone giant army that suddenly appeared in the snow field outside Danny Finley and the entire storm cliff, and the frantic battle between them and the local iron dwarf and iron vrykul army.

There was a trace of interest on Varana's face,

"Dick, is it really as rumored, do you really hold power that does not belong to mortals, or even to this world?"

"boom"

The door behind Varana was kicked open. This movement made Varana turn his head. At that moment, he did not feel anyone approaching from the house behind him. This shows that the person who came was either a powerful stealth Or, it can avoid detection magic, or there is some special item that exempts Varana from dark perception.

But when he saw the guy who broke into the door, the knowledgeable blood prince also froze in place.

It was a paladin, a paladin whose whole body shone with the intensity of the holy light no less than that of Dick and Mograine. His white hair was constantly fluttering under the light of the holy light, and he was wearing golden armor with engraved scriptures. Of course, at first glance, the most eye-catching thing was the ice blue two-handed battle ax in his hand.

That is a weapon that should not appear in the hands of a paladin at all. If Uther was carrying this battle ax, it would be understandable, but the paladin in front of him...

Varana's eyes kept searching on the battle axe. This ax gave him a strange feeling, very like... very similar to the feeling of facing Frostmourne, although it was not strong, the two possessed His dark energy is also very different, but it is indeed a feeling that is hard to ignore.

However, Old Fording obviously didn't leave Varana any more time to express his feelings. The next moment, Shadowmourne wrapped in the scorching holy light roared and slashed towards Varana. The Blood Prince raised his left hand, and a bloody A shield appeared in midair, blocking Shadowmourne's frozen ax blade.

When the two came into contact, there was a sound of metal clanging, but before Varana could heave a sigh of relief, the runes on the surface of Shadowmourne flashed, and a green light flashed on the ax blade. The next moment, the solid The scarlet shield was caught off guard by a crack.

And as a purple soul flame appeared around Old Fording's body, his strength increased a bit in vain, and with the old knight's roar, the battle ax grazed Varana's body, although the next moment, The blood prince appeared in another corner of the room, but there was still an obvious crack on the sleeve of his arm. If he was a second later, half of his arm would be cut off.

"Crack"

The sharp and unimaginable battle ax grazed the air, and the luxurious couch was cut in half by the sharp edge. With a bang, Old Fording leaned on the battle ax in front of him and looked at Vala whose face had completely darkened. Prince Na, there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

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

"That's why I hate stubborn paladins like you, please don't associate me with those low-level creatures!"

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

"I am the prince of Salein...we sing death, chase death...we...control death!"

"boom"

Varana's finger flicked lightly in the air, and three bloody crescent-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 forward, and the sharp edge of the battle ax streaked across the sky, completely tearing up the three energy blades.

But at the next moment, four bright red energy chains bounced out from four directions, and locked onto Fording's arms and legs, making the old knight's next blow out of shape, and the wings behind Varanah Slapping, brushing past the old knight's body like a swift shadow, the ten dagger-like claws in both hands closed together, the left hand rested on the blade of the ax that Shadowmourne slashed, and the right hand clenched, breaking the burning holy light. There was a streak of blood on Ding's shoulder.

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

"boom"

Old Fording also broke free from the bloody chains that bound his body. He lowered his body slightly, and two purple arcs circled his body. He held the ice-blue battle ax in his hand, and the runes of different colors shone differently. Varana is obviously a difficult opponent, while the prince of Salein stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips, his eyes already filled with scarlet light gleamed with malice ,

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

Speaking of which, the Salain group looks like vampires in every way~ It's a pity that Blizzard didn't create a story for them.