For mortals, life is everything... Pale, boring, always spinning around in some boring reincarnation, the name of that reincarnation is ignorance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the immortals, life means another meaning, no boredom, no boredom, only habits, the cruelest habits, this thing will destroy all your interest in the world, no love, no disgust, life just exists, and that's it.

Therefore, the best immortals tend to become paranoid and research freaks in some way, and they need one thing to maintain their interest in the concept of "living", otherwise, they will easily turn to another meaning because of extreme boredom.

Death... Thus degenerating into a truly twisted monster.

Immortality is never a blessing.

Varana sat in a leisurely posture on a crimson velvet bench in the deepest fortress of the Thunder Valley, holding a book in his hands, the pages were yellow and dry, obviously carefully cared, but the hands holding the book were unusually white, although not as thin and hideous as the other undead looked, his long and frightening nails, and the dense demonic patterns on his arms under the moon-white robes, and the ice blue undead fire in his eyes, all proved his identity.

Varana played with his long bone-white hair with his fingers, his face as thin as a dead man, still showing the handsomeness of the living, but those cold eyes completely destroyed this last trace of softness.

After surrendering to death, he still retains his inherent grace, but the bloodthirsty temperament and that mad temperament can no longer be approachable, and can only bring more fear, chilling fear.

The luxury of the chair beneath him was completely out of place in the humble house, but Varana loved it, staring out the window at the falling thunder flowers, as he remembered in his last life, that there would be no such bad weather under the sky called Quel'Thalas.

Varana still vaguely remembers his original surname, chasing the stars, or falling stars?

With this sudden flood of memories, the memories of Quel'Salas came back to his mind, the land full of maple leaves, the gorgeous magical capital, the countless days and nights spent every day in the boring but fascinating study of magic, and there seemed to be a woman who couldn't remember her name...

Varana's brow furrowed, he could know that the woman was important to him, but he just couldn't remember her face, or even her name.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he saw the skeletal giant that had been driven by the lich into the portal, the rotting body, the stench of darkness's corrosion, a monster that at first glance was reminiscent of swollen and twisted dead monsters soaked in water.

The sight interrupted his memories and pulled him back to the cold reality... He is no longer Varana Falling Star, he is Prince Varana, one of the rulers of Sarein of the Scourge of the Dead, a true high-ranking undead.

Five years ago, in the Battle of Quel'Thalas, he and countless mages of the Firewing Force died in the land he once loved, and when he woke up again, he had appeared in the ice-cold icecrown fortress, beyond the soul furnace, he and his brothers, kneeling before that dark and cold soul.

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

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

Now they have a new name... Sarein, a blood nobleman.

In that moment, Varana felt that he should be angry, that he should have resisted, that he should have smashed the fireball in Alsace's face, but no... Nothing.

A voice rising from their hearts told them to obey... So they obeyed.

It's like a pathetic marionette...

But everything passed, and Varana finally adapted to the reality of being an undead, and although the once gracious flames no longer obeyed him, after getting used to the endless frost and shadows, Varana did not become weaker, on the contrary... He became a more powerful creature.

He was originally in charge of the war and occupation of the Borean Tundra, but just as he returned to Icecrown, the Borean Tundra had fallen, and now, he was in the Thunder Valley, on the edge of the Storm Cliffs, a noisy but dead place.

Varana didn't think there was anything wrong here, when he embraced the darkness, he preferred to enjoy the silence alone, time could no longer affect him, so he had to find some fun for himself, but just when he put aside his boring thoughts and refocused on the book in front of him,

"Bang!"

A violent explosion shook the room Varana was in, which undoubtedly interrupted the Blood Prince's thoughts, and with the shattering of the white teleportation light, Varana's body appeared by the window, and the book was placed on the corner of the table.

Golden lightning filled Varana's vision, and then burst into the sky, the two forces merged into one, like an unstoppable tide of holy light, surging in his direction from the far reaches of the Falling Thunder Valley.

Everything along the way was mercilessly drowned, the corpses of frost giants more than 7 meters high, like a forest of dark bones, were set on fire, and those fragile skeletons and walking corpses were like drops of water dripping into the tide, unable to make even a splash.

There is also the darkness that follows behind the tide of holy light, the familiar darkness, but controlled by guys from completely different camps, they scream wantonly, they rush wildly, they converge and close, and finally form the dark wings that envelop Thunder Valley, the death knights who rushed out of the fortress were cut off by a giant ice scythe that suddenly appeared, and the others were surrounded by the necromancers who appeared from the ground around them.

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

And the howl that made Varana's heart vibrate.

It was a howl that ordinary people could not hear, and only showed power at the soul level, just like the frost sorrow in Arthas's hand, but it was far more arrogant and wild than the cold magic sword!

A strong enemy has appeared!

Just from the attributes of these energies, Varana knew who was coming.

Dick, the knight of order, Mograine, the knight of revenge, and Uther, the dark knight, are all the opponents that will give Arthas a headache, but how did they end up here?

Varana's left hand flicked in the air, and an ice-blue, spear-like staff covered in shining frost appeared in his hand, a staff forged in the dark fortress of Arthas, called the Holy Light Extinguished, which was one of the world's top weapons, in the hands of the world's most powerful dark mage.

But the Blood Prince knew that he couldn't face those three tricky guys here, not an opponent! He would be killed mercilessly, and he was more concerned about observing the situation and then being ready to evacuate at any time.

"Interesting..."

Varana watched Dick's figure appear in the golden flash, and then disappear, the violent power of thunder and lightning even triggered the thunder and lightning in the sky, forming a dazzling thunder and lightning tide behind him, the convergence of the most explosive forces in nature, even if it was far away, it could make Varana feel his skin tremble for a while.

And think of the recent period of time, the army of stone giants that suddenly appeared in the snowfield beyond Danny Ferray and the entire storm cliffs, and the crazy war between them and the army of the Dwarves of the Metro and the legions of the Iron Viku.

Varana's face showed a look of interest,

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

"Bang"

The door to Varana's back door was kicked open, and the movement made Varana turn around, and at that moment, he didn't feel anyone approaching from outside the house behind him, indicating that the person who came was either a powerful stalker who could avoid detection magic, or there was some kind of special object that exempted Varana's dark perception.

But when he saw the guy who broke down the door, the erudite blood prince was also stunned.

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

It was a weapon that should not have appeared in the hands of a paladin at all, if it was Uther carrying this battle axe, it would be understandable, but the paladin in front of him...

Varana's gaze kept wandering over the tomahawk, which felt strange to him, like... It's like the feeling of sorrow in the face of frost, although it's not strong, and the dark energy that the two possess is also very different, but it's really a feeling that is hard to ignore.

However, Old Fording apparently didn't give Varana more time to sigh, and the next moment, Shadow Sorrow, wrapped in scorching light, roared towards Varana, and the Blood Prince raised his left hand, and a blood-colored shield appeared in mid-air, blocking the frozen axe blade of Shadow Sorrow.

The two came into contact and made a metallic sound, but before Varana could breathe a sigh of relief, the runes on the surface of Shadow Sorrow flashed, and a flash of green light scurried on the blade of the axe, and the next moment, the sturdy blood-colored shield was suddenly cut open with a crack.

And with a purple soul flame appearing around the old Ferdin's body, his strength increased a little in vain, and with the roar of the old knight, the battle axe 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 in the sleeve of his arm, if it was a second late, half of his arm would be cut off.

"Kala"

The razor-sharp tomahawk swept through the air, and the luxurious couch was cut in half by the edge, and with a bang, old Fording held the tomahawk in front of him, and looked at Prince Varana, whose face had completely darkened, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

"You... It's not like the other undead!"

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

The corners of Varana's mouth twitched, sharp canine teeth pierced out of his mouth, and a trace of palpitating bright red appeared in his eyes, and blood-colored energy surged behind him, and finally turned into a pair of bloody bat wings, gently stretching,

"I am the prince of Sarein... We chant about death, we chase death... We... Take control of death!"

"Bang"

Varana's fingers swiped lightly in the air, and three blood-colored meniscus energy blades slashed through the air in a strange arc, rushing towards Fording from three directions, the latter did not choose to dodge, but rushed forward, and the edge of the battle axe slashed through the sky, completely tearing the three energy blades apart.

But in the next moment, four bright red energy chains bounced out from four directions, locking onto Fordin's arms and legs, making the old knight's next blow out of shape, and the wings behind Varana's back flapped, grazing the old knight's body like a flash, the ten dagger-like claws in both hands were closed, the left hand was against the axe blade that Shadow Sorrow had slashed off, and the right hand was clenched, breaking the burning holy light, and drawing a bloody light on Furdin's shoulder.

Varana's figure appeared behind the paladin, his arm outside his robe was charred with burns, and there was a hideous wound on his face, but the next moment, he put the nail of his right hand in his mouth and licked it, and as the blood entered his body, the two wounds began to heal quickly.

"Bang"

Old Fording also broke free of the blood-colored chains that bound his body, he lowered his body slightly, two purple arcs of light circled around his body, the ice-blue battle axe was held in his hand, and the runes of different colors shone with different lights and shadows, Varana was obviously a difficult opponent to deal with, and the prince of Sarein stretched out his bright red tongue and licked it on his lips, and his eyes, which had been filled with scarlet light, shone with malice,

"The pleasant smell of blood... Very well, your blood is mine!"