Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Varian was once a warrior.

This is the ancestral profession of the Wrynn family. His grandfather and father are both warriors. Although they are not necessarily very talented, the Wrynn family has not always been famous in Azeroth for its strength.

They rule the country with wisdom and courage.

The only exception is Varian. This child has experienced the destruction of his country and his family since he was a child. He has seen his father die on the throne, and he has also seen the tragedy of his country being invaded by orcs.

He realized the importance of strength and continued to temper himself.

When Marshal Lothar commanded the Alliance's troops in the decisive battle between the Burning Legion and the orcs, Varian was already a very good warrior.

Although he was kicked away by Orgrim Doomhammer during the battle, he fell down. This is not something that just any warrior can do.

At least Derek Proudmoore of the same age couldn't do it.

But because of the secret manipulation of a damn pirate, the fate of the world changed subtly in that battle. In the turning point of the fate of the world, Varian's personal experience was also carried away by the torrent of the times. Enter the unknown.

He believed in the Holy Light.

For a while, I became a sincere believer, and later, driven by one incident, I grasped the balance between the Holy Light and my personal will.

He eventually came to Argus.

With the dignity of an emperor, he came to this terrifying battlefield with a high death rate. Now he faced the fallen titan, who could easily crush him to death with just one finger.

But he charged at this terrifying thing like an angry warrior.

This is not Holy Light at all.

And not emperor at all.

His holy light was gathering, but it was not wrapped around Varian's body in the manner of protection, punishment, or healing that other paladins did.

On the contrary, the golden light is burning, burning like an angry flame. This is Varian's characteristic. As early as when he was baptized as a Paladin, many senior Paladins discovered Varian's uniqueness. .

He gave up the path of the warrior, but the rage of grace was not lost on the young man.

Although he accepted the Holy Light as his belief, the power of anger and justice did not conflict. Instead, Varian completed a rather strange fusion.

But his burning light has never been as bright as it is now, because Varian has never been so angry since becoming Emperor.

Along the way, he has seen too much sacrifice and dedication.

Although he has always maintained humility and optimism on the outside, in fact, the young man's heart has been filled with anger towards the Destroyer.

He had seen the horrors of Argus with his own eyes, and he knew that if they couldn't defeat the Burning Legion's final plot here, Azeroth would be next.

His nation and his people would, like the Broken Ones of Krokuun, linger in the ruins of the world, living in a dark age without any hope.

He swore it.

When he accepted the title of emperor, he vowed to do everything possible to protect his people. He told countless people that no people would be allowed to be harmed until the emperor fell.

Now is the time to bear witness to this oath.

Fortunately

Varian never intended to break his promise.

"Not enough, this is not enough!"

Varian, who was charging, stared at the burning giant striding in front of him. His thoughts about the will of the warrior, the justice of the Holy Light, and the emperor's protection were all strengthened in his heart.

He knew that he had to give his own strength to stop Aggramar, just like Fenna, like Dailin, and like the guardians who were risking their lives to stop the blade of the fallen titan with their own bodies.

But the holy light burning on his body is not sharp enough or hot enough. Such power cannot harm a Titan. That is a god!

That is an enemy that cannot be fought with weapons. He needs something sharper than weapons.

Burn!

The holy light on the emperor's body soared and almost turned into a substantial flame, and he followed Fenner's example and incorporated the anger of protection and punishment into it.

Golden wings spread out behind the steely Varian, which was a sign of the blessing of the Holy Light, and the Ashbringer in his hand was also igniting itself, and light was flying above the broken blade.

Zella's Heart of Holy Light was forged into the crystal on the blade, and that was not a decoration.

The dead Naaru seemed to come to life at this moment. She was kissing Varian's iron will tenderly, and she continued to compress and pour her own light into the sharp blade.

And the emperor's sword buzzed.

This weapon belonging to the warrior has mostly appeared as a "decoration" since it was acquired by Varian. It serves Varian but does not unlock his own potential for a paladin.

But at this moment, Stromka War Destroyer woke up, perhaps because the emperor's fierce will made it feel that Varian was qualified enough to become a more noble person than the emperor.

Well, be a good warrior!

Just like Thoradin, just like Lothar.

So, the moment Varian rose into the air and pounced on Aggramar, the two swords in his hands began to "melt" almost at the same time.

Stromka reshaped his sword in the golden flames and turned it into a key-like double blade. The gap between the two tuning-fork-like blades was filled with golden scorching fire.

Just like the key that the emperors led the people to open the door to a new era, and like a blazing torch holding fire forward in the darkness, it is still a sword.

A deadly steel sword.

To use a favorite saying of the blacksmiths in the human kingdom, gold is a gift to pamper your mistress, silver is given to seductive and slutty maids, and copper is a small means used by profiteers to please the sycophants in the palace.

Only iron, only steel, only this warrior's favorite thing is cold enough to be called the king of metals.

And the melting of Ashbringer is more pure.

Muradin's carefully crafted blade of elemental steel was melted by the golden fire with a temperature as high as the sun. The molten steel peeled off the blade bit by bit, until in the end only Varian's hand was left. hilt.

Mortal objects cannot harm Aggramar. If you want to hurt the fallen titan, you must use something higher than mundane objects.

Use up!

A weapon condensed with the first ray of hope born from the most desperate darkness.

Just like the burning light blade composed of the Holy Light of Punishment shining on the hilt of the sword in Varian's hand, it is not stained by any mortal sharpness. When it is weak, it cannot even cut through wood, but when it is sharp, it can cut through the dark light. .

"Burn all evil!"

The golden meteor rushed towards the fallen titan in front of him with the emperor's roar. A trace of surprise flashed in Aggramar's eyes, but he did not stop.

He just swung Tesharak and slashed Thorim to death, and then swung his fist to fly away the screaming Muradin like a rubber ball.

He will burn the young man in front of him with fire.

But severe pain broke out in the back of his heart. Witnessing Dai Lin's life and death, the stupid warrior gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword with both hands and rushed towards Aggramar.

Her anger had boiled to the same level as Brox, Grom, and Odin.

The madness of witnessing her loved ones fall into the desperate situation of death made Fenner understand the power of grief. This death wish cut a wound in Aggramar's back like the blood of rolling magma.

Almost at the same time, the heavy Emperor's Sword also struck the fallen titan's battle helmet, as well as the burning avenger boiling and dancing in Varian's hand.

The pure light blade condensed to the extreme swung down from the fallen titan's left eye.

pain!

The pain that had never occurred since the end of the Battle of Nailan made Aggramar finally stop, but such pain was far from the point of failure for him.

The Titan swung his Tesarak sword and struck Varian, causing the young emperor to spurt out blood and fly backwards into the collapsing rocks.

His tattered body stopped breathing in the air.

But he still held the weapon tightly in his hand, even though the holy light began to dim.

Fenna was caught in the palm of Aggrama's hand, and with the force of his five fingers, the blue fury on the stupid warrior instantly collapsed, causing Fenna's squeezed bones to break and vomit blood.

She is going to die.

she knows.

But at the last moment, Fenner just stared at Aggramar fiercely and spit out a mouthful of provocative blood at him.

This unyielding gesture made the fallen titan's anger and absurdity surge into his heart.

What drives these insect-like mortals to Argus? What makes them so arrogant when facing the Creator?

Is it justice?

"boom"

The fallen titan's pause in thinking brought him trouble.

A heavy impact came from behind, together with the rolling seven-color evil energy. The ancient sage howled and rushed forward with the appearance of the abyss, wrapping his body like an evil dragon tightly around Aggrama's burning body. above the body.

Although Black has always asked Xal'atath not to join the frontline battlefield, how could the Ancient Lord allow this burning giant to bully his little cutie?

Of course, Xal'atath knew he had no chance of winning.

She is not out of her mind for daring to come here to provoke Aggramar. She is not responsible for attacking, she is only responsible for holding on and restraining him. There are other things to do about attacking.

"quick!"

The ancient sage tried his best to restrain the fallen Titan with his body, so that his terrifying burning sword could not be lifted. She absorbed Y'Shaarj's "advanced experience" and focused on defending the Titan's hands.

At Xalatath's urging, a ball of extremely bright moonlight fell from the sky, and the life power belonging to Elune exploded and hit Aggramar's battle helmet.

The battle helmet, which was ripped open by the Emperor's sword, shattered after being hit hard, and the light of order continued to impact the body and thoughts of the fallen titan.

In the blooming light of the black moon, the Moon Night God of War finally appeared.

At this time, Maiev's whole body was wrapped in star-moon light gauze, and the divine power drawn from Tyrande made her several times stronger than the normal Moon Night War God, but this was also a huge hidden danger.

Because Maiev's "container" is not enough to allow her to bear such a heavy power of the Moon God.

The gentle moonlight was transformed into explosive slashes. Under the dark fury of the Moon God, Maiev's waving moon blades staggered and opened scorching wounds on the fallen titan's burning body.

The eternal tyrant Sephiel and Little Star screamed and jumped down from high altitude. Sephiel almost tried his best to summon his past and future selves to show up to help in the battle. There was no strategy, and he just slammed into Agra so arrogantly. On Ma's body, he smashed the sword-holding hand that had broken free from the shackles of the ancient venerable.

Her Highness Little Star did not join the battle. She jumped into Aggramar's left hand and bit the fallen titan's fingers fiercely.

"Let Fenna go! Bastard! I'll bite you to death!"

In a rare effort like the crazy attack of Little Star, the fallen titan's tightly clasped fingers were finally torn apart, and Fenna, who was almost crushed to death, was carried by Little Star with her claws and flew high into the sky.

She must receive treatment from the Life Titan immediately or Fenner will die.

No one can accept this ending.

"boom"

On the battlefield behind Little Star, Xal'atath was the first to cause problems.

The shackles of the ancient venerable were broken free by the fire of Tesharak that broke out from Aggrama. Her whole body was grabbed by the neck like a snake and violently tossed by the fallen titan, and the abyssal appearance of Xalatath was cut apart by the sharp blade. split into two.

It was Sephiel who happened to be there. Even though the Eternal Tyrant tried his best to use time to accelerate herself, she still fell next to Xal'atas in one second when faced with the enemy-breaker combat skill launched by Tesharak.

The severed neck caused Sephiel to lose the body of the Eternal Tyrant, but fortunately she was a spirit body, so her body could still be repaired and repaired.

The only one who is still fighting is Maiev.

Having absorbed double the divine power, she has unstoppably embarked on the final path of all Moon Night War Gods. The huge dark fury is shattering her body, and she will eventually be burned by Elune's fury.

But before her own defeat, she could continue to fight.

She must buy the last time for Black. This may be the final mission she is led by fate to come to Argus.

Maiev did not resist this future.

There is even a sense of relief in solving the mystery.

What scares people is never the final result, but the long wait on the road to the result, which is enough to crush a soul that is not strong enough.

"boom"

Under the flaming onslaught of the fallen titan, the Moonwarmer was driven back to the ground in scattered moonlight, just before the rift leading to the heart of the world.

The warden lady shrouded in the black moon wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Aggrama striding in the mess. All of them tried their best to attack and only left some skin wounds on the Titan.

The only truly serious injuries were the sword Fenner used to insert Tyr's power into the Titan's heart, and Varian's use of the Burning Avenger to blind Aggramar's eyes before his death.

But He was indeed prevented.

"You go!"

Maiev grabbed her Moon Glaive and felt the uncontrollable power of the Moon God within her body begin to splash and burn the surrounding earth in the form of moonlight flames.

She felt that her end was coming, so she turned to Xalatas behind her who was being supported by Sephiel's spirit body without looking back.

she says:

"I'll leave him to you guys for now. Take good care of him."

"He will disown us for this, Maiev."

Xal'atas, whose face was cut off from the abyss, leaned weakly in Sephiel's arms, and she whispered in a weird tone:

"You remember the last time we talked, I was jealous of his bond with you, and then I said that maybe I should try to die or something so that he would always remember me.

I've decided, Maiev.

I want to die here with you.

I want to see who that bastard loves more. I know this is putting more pressure on him, but who made him fall in love with me, the dark essence who is good at making trouble without reason?

Sephiel, how about we come together? "

Xal'atath held Sephiel to prevent her from running away. The first parasaurus wanted to give Xal'atath a few slaps.

But she eventually fell silent.

Seeing Aggrama holding Tesarak on the ground, causing the magma in the center of the earth to completely submerge and envelop the surroundings, and the breath of the Destroyer weaved into invisible pressure to oppress them.

Now I can't leave even if I want to.

Aggramar raised his sword and continued to attack. Maiev roared and stepped forward with the war blade.

But the next moment, the Fallen Titan's footsteps suddenly stopped. He held the sword with both hands in an attitude of facing a powerful enemy and stopped on the ground that was constantly collapsing and cracking.

The black smoke covered the collapsed and cracked mountains like a cloak, and the tides originating from the sunless sea blew like dark waves hitting the stars.

Wherever the mist reaches, everything is collapsing, shattering and annihilating.

Even Aggramar felt a pressure and impact on the thinking level. Behind Maiev, who was holding a knife, an illusory tall figure was walking in the dark.

He is singing truth, he is spreading darkness, he is turning chaos from concept into reality. This threat is as real as Argus, which has begun to collapse from the withered heart of the world.

"You want the Nirvana?"

A slightly sarcastic voice echoed in Aggramar's cosmic soul.

he.

No, He said:

"No, you don't have that honor. Come on, face the Silent One first."