Azeroth Trail of Light

In the deepest fortress of Thunderfall, in a dark room hardened by the wind and cold of the Storm Peaks, a battle to the death is waged.

"Keng"

The sharp claws collided with the edge of the tomahawk, rubbed, and then separated when the strength was about to break through the limit.

Varana's figure was like the lightest scout, jumping in the air, and finally landed 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 dense shadows, those two dancing scarlet lights are his eyes, like ghosts in the dark night.

He is a mage... But after becoming Salain, spells are no longer the only weapon he can kill. The dark energy not only changes his soul, but also transforms more superficially and deeply. His body is slightly Feeling a little tired, the next moment, Varana flicked his left index finger, and Old Fording, who was defending on the other side, couldn't help but groaned.

Facing this kind of opponent who controls excellent magic and martial arts at the same time, no matter how serious and vigilant it is, it is impossible to overstate it. However, due to his lack of experience in fighting against the weird undead like Salain, Old Fording was caught at the beginning road.

At the moment when Varana's claws pierced his skin and splashed his blood, the old knight thought it was just a normal exchange of damage, but when Varana used his unique blood magic, he began to draw blood from that wound out of thin air. Only when his blood was drawn from the wound did Old Fording know that that wound was the biggest trap that the cunning blood elf in front of him had planted for himself.

The vampire!

Azeroth also has legends about vampires, but they have been proven to be just the vulgar tales of country fools. Those monsters who use blood as a weapon and survive on blood have never been just children's bedtime stories, but in After witnessing Varana's fighting style, Old Fording was shocked to find that... Alsace really created this monster!

They can manipulate blood, and can also absorb the power of recovery and continuous combat from the blood of their opponents. Most importantly, they are just like the rumors. They are quick and deadly in action, vicious and vicious in their attacks, but they are also very attractive in appearance. It's like the most 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 poured by Uther himself, which can effectively suppress the manipulation of this blood, and there is also The good news is that Salein is still considered a necromantic creature, so the Holy Light still has immediate lethality against them.

This is probably the only good news since 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 the destructive holy light of Dick and Mograine, old Fording's holy light was called salvation, and its healing properties Although it is not as sacred as Velen, it is enough for this occasion.

The wound is healing rapidly, and the influence of the blood magic on him has also begun to weaken. When fighting Salein, one must not suffer a little injury, otherwise the battle situation will be completely controlled by these lunatics who manipulate blood.

"Tch... it's just delaying the coming of death, it's meaningless!"

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

"Bang bang bang bang"

With four soft bangs, the blood cone exploded, and Varana's figure also jumped out of the blood-colored mist, not just one, Old Fording noticed the vain nature of Varana's figure in mid-air, his eyes He squinted at this second, the battle ax in his hand did not slash towards the blood prince who was rushing forward, but turned around, the holy light burst out, and slashed obliquely.

"boom"

The clashing sound of the battle ax and the nails appeared again, and the battle ax chopped off three sharp nails like knives like a bamboo, and slashed downward.

Old Fording's combat experience helped him a lot. He blocked the fatal surprise attack this time, and due to the reason of accumulating energy, the blood prince who hastily faced the battle was obviously at a disadvantage, but he was not panicked, even with a trace of indescribable Just before the ax was added, a sneer of indifference shone on Varanah's face,

"Knight, you can't stop me!"

"crack la la la"

The blood prince's body split into several blood-colored shadows, like the bats of the fearful demon king, dissipated in the whistling of the battle axe, and the cold voice of the blood prince,

"Listen, the ticking sound of blood, that's a sign of your death coming!"

"call"

In the dead corner of defense behind Old Fording, the bright red shadow jumped out again, and the ten claws and the huge, ferocious blood storm surged behind him, like a sickle of souls, slashed towards Fording's neck .

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

"Don't think about it!"

At the moment when the claws were about to pierce the skin, Old Fording clenched his left hand tightly, and the 10 purple arcs of light hovering around him suddenly exploded at this moment, the roar and self-destruction erupted from the bound soul Purple energy swept across the audience.

Overbearing, violent, irresistible!

Varanah, who was caught off guard, couldn't dodge this blow at all. The purple soul energy explosion swept across his body, rushed into his soul, bit and tore his soul, making his body slow and probing. The two arms that went out made a crackling sound under the heavy blow, and what was even more terrible was the golden beam of light that burst out behind the purple streamer.

At this moment, Old Fording opened the door to everything, and the strongest fangs hidden by Shadowmourne pierced Salein's heart.

"Feel the wrath of my soul!"

At the moment when the paladin broke out, a huge amount of holy light gathered on the battle ax and his body, and two scorching lights and shadows shone behind him. They were the holy avengers with spread wings, just like eradicating all evil in mythology. paladin.

A light and shadow slid from Varana's shoulder all the way to the bottom of his body. The scorching sharp edge pierced into his body, almost cutting him in half. The completely opposite holy light energy collided and burned in his body. , Destruction, let this blood prince burst out the most miserable cry since the war started.

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

"boom!"

His body was torn apart again by Old Fording's ax from the other side. A shocking X-shaped scar knocked him into the air with tremendous force, and everything along the way, the wooden table, the decorations, Those bottles and jars filled with unknown liquids were completely blown away and shattered 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 from his body. This Salein was defeated, even Manipulating the blood of the ego couldn't do it.

His eyes stared blankly at the front, the book he had flipped through countless times had been torn, and the pages of the book flying all over the sky fluttered in front of his eyes, and finally, the last page that had never been opened was like a fallen leaf , landed in front of his body, soaked in blood, and the back that was painted on with a black sketch pen also became alive.

That back figure, that woman who always appears at the end of memories...

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

Varanna's voice was weak, pale, low, and hoarse, just like the voice a real undead should have. Old Fording came to him with a battle axe. As Shadowmourner approached, Varanna felt To that tug and greed for souls coming from the tomahawk.

He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Old Fording, on his skinny and ugly face, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"I'm not...not going back to...where, are I?"

"Yes...you won't."

Old Fording bent down and looked at Varanna, who was returning to the light. His left hand was placed on the shoulder of Prince Salein,

"Your suffering is over!"

"Okay! Cough...thank you...thank you, please bury me...in Qingfeng Village, next to...my Vanessa...thank you..."

"Good! I promise you, what will you write on your epitaph? Poor thing."

"Just write...just write...dear Vanessa...your love is back..."

"It's been too long, it's been so long...let me go, send me away...Paladin, I saw her, ah...my Vanessa, you are still so...beautiful, and I...already, already gone Too far…"

"boom"

Varana's eyes became gentle and serene. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch something that would make him feel warm, but before the hand was raised, it was as if he had lost all his strength , fell suddenly, and finally hit the ground, making a low crashing sound.

But that touch of tenderness that made people want to cry was frozen there forever, in this dark corner, a place thousands of miles away from his hometown and his lover.

Old Fording stared blankly at Salein who left with a satisfied smile. He felt that he could face everything calmly, but when these sufferings really appeared before his eyes again, the old knight still endured. I couldn't help clenching my fists.

"I'm going to end this...I swear..."

Fording lowered his head and meditated on the sacred scriptures. The holy light in his hand jumped onto Varana's cold corpse. The next moment, a golden flame ignited from the corpse, and a dazzling light ignited in the darkness. The letter paper soaked in blood was completely ignited in the flame of redemption.

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

Give these characters who have fought a decent ending and story.