In the deepest fortress of the Fallen Thunder Valley, in the dark room reinforced by the cold winds and low temperatures of the Storm Cliffs, a battle to the death is going on. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Knort"

The sharp claws and the edge of the tomahawk collided, rubbed, and then parted just as the power was about to break through to the extreme.

Varana's figure leaped through the air like the lightest scout, and finally landed in the corner of the messy room that was torn apart by the energy storm created by the collision of blood energy and holy light.

In the shadows of the forest, the two pulsing scarlet lights, those were his eyes, like ghosts in the night.

He's a mage... But after becoming Salein, spells are no longer only his only weapon that can kill, the dark energy changes not only his soul, but also a more superficial and deeper transformation, his body feels a little tired, so the next moment, Varana's left index finger flicked, and the old Ferdin, who was defending on the other side, couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

It is impossible to be too serious and vigilant in the face of such an opponent who controls both superior magic and martial arts, but due to his lack of experience in fighting this strange group of necromancers, Old Ferding still fell in love with it from the beginning.

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

This vampire!

Azeroth also has legends about vampires, but it turns out to be just vulgar tales of country fools, monsters that use blood as weapons to survive, and have never been a bedtime story for children, but after seeing Varana's way of fighting, Old Fordin is shocked to discover... Arthas really created this monster!

Able to manipulate blood, draw the power to recover and sustain combat from the blood of their opponents, and most importantly, they are as rumored, swift and deadly, vicious and vicious, but also charismatic in appearance, like the most perfect dark hunters.

With the flick of Varana's fingers, the pain in the old knight's chest became more and more obvious, but fortunately, Shadow Grief has the power of blood infused by Uther himself, which can effectively suppress this blood manipulation, and there is also good news, Sarein is still a necromantic creature, so the Holy Light still has an immediate lethal effect on them.

This is probably the only good news since the start 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 light of Dick and Mograine, the holy light of Old Verding was called salvation, and although its healing power was not as good as that of Viren, it was enough for this occasion.

The wounds are healing rapidly, and the influence of blood magic on them is beginning to weaken, and in the battle against Salen, you must not be injured at all, otherwise the battle will be completely controlled by these maniacs who manipulate blood.

"Huh... It's just delaying the arrival of death, it's pointless!"

After realizing that the trick of blood control had been seen through, Varana unhappily put down his beating fingers, but the next moment, his wrist flipped, and four diamond-shaped blood-red energy cones stabbed towards Old Fordin, and the paladin was no longer passively beaten, his left hand was called two fingers, and he slashed downward, and a scorching sword of holy light grazed the darkness and lit up the darkness.

"Bang Bang"

With four soft sounds, the blood cone burst open, and Varana's figure also jumped out of the diffuse blood-colored mist, not just one, Old Ferding noticed the vain nature of Varana's figure in mid-air, his eyes narrowed in this second, and the battle axe in his hand did not slash at the blood prince who rushed forward, but turned around, and the holy light exploded, slashing obliquely.

"Bang"

The clash of tomahawks and nails was heard again, and the tomahawk slashed through three razor-sharp nails as quickly as a bamboo, slashing downward.

Old Fordin's combat experience helped him a lot, this deadly surprise attack was blocked by him, and due to the accumulation of strength, the hastily faced Blood Prince was obviously at a disadvantage, but he was not flustered, even with a trace of indescribable arrogance, and in the moment before the axe blade was added, a sneer of indifference shone on Varana's face,

"Knight, you can't stop me!"

"Bang la la la"

The Blood Prince's body split into several blood-colored shadows, like the Dreadlord turning into a bat, dissipating in the whistling brought out by the battle axe, and the cold voice of the Blood Prince,

"Listen, the ticking of blood, it's a sign of your death!"

"Whew"

In the defensive corner behind Old Fordin, a bright red shadow jumped out again, and ten claws and a huge, hideous storm of blood surging behind him, like a scythe of a dead soul, slashed towards Fording's neck.

"Death is like the wind... Deadly and silent. ”

"Don't think!"

At the moment when the claw was about to pierce the skin, Old Fordin's left hand suddenly clenched, and the 10 purple arcs of light hovering around him suddenly exploded at this moment, and the roar and self-destruction of purple energy from the bound soul swept across the audience.

Domineering, violent, irresistible!

Caught off guard, Varana couldn't dodge the blow at all, the purple soul energy explosion swept across his body, rushed into his soul, biting and tearing his soul, making his body sluggish, and the two arms that leaned out made a cracking sound under the heavy blow, and what was even worse, the golden pillar of light that exploded behind the purple streamer.

At this moment, the door of the forest was opened by Old Fording himself, and the strongest fangs hidden by Shadow Grief pierced into Sarein's heart.

"Feel the wrath of my soul!"

At the moment when the paladin erupted, a huge amount of holy light converged on the battle axe and his body, and two scorching lights and shadows shone behind him, it was the Holy Avenger with wings outstretched, just like the holy warrior who eradicated all evil in mythology.

A shadow of light slid from Varana's shoulder all the way to the bottom of his body, and the scorching edge pierced into his body, almost cutting him in half, and the completely opposite holy light energy collided in his body, burning, and destroying, making this blood prince burst into the most miserable wail since the beginning of the war.

"I'm not going to... The Forge of Souls, the Sorrow of Frost... I will, I'll be back!

"Bang!"

His body was torn apart again by the axe that Old Ferding had slashed from the other side, and a shocking X-shaped scar knocked him away with great force, and everything in its path, the wooden table, the ornaments, the bottles and cans containing unknown liquids, were completely blown away and shattered by this impact.

As the dust and ashes that flew up in the room dissipated, Varana's body embedded in the wall at the end of the impact, his arms hanging low to the ground, blood pouring from his body, this Salein was crushed, not even the blood that manipulated himself could do it.

His eyes stared blankly ahead, the book he had read countless times had been torn, the pages fluttering in front of his eyes, and finally, the last page, which had never been opened, fell in front of him like a fallen leaf, soaked in blood, and the back of the black sketch pen spent on it also became vivid.

The back, the woman who appears at the end of the memory every time...

"Vanessa... I'm finally... Finally remembered your name... My lover. ”

Varana's voice was weak, pale and low, hoarse, like the voice of a real undead, and Old Fording came to him with a tomahawk, and as Shadow Grief approached, Varana felt the tug and greed for the soul coming from the tomahawk.

He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Old Ferdin's thin and ugly face, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile of satisfaction,

"I'm not going to... Won't go back to... Where's that, right?"

"Yes... You won't. ”

Old Verdin bent down and looked at Varana, who had returned to the light, and his left hand was placed on the shoulder of this prince of Sarein,

"Your suffering is over!"

"Okay! Thank you... Thank you, please put me, bury me in... Qingfeng Village, buried in... My Vanessa side... Thank you..."

"Yes, I promise you, what are you going to write on your epitaph? ”

"Just write... Just write... Dear Vanessa... Your love, you're back..."

"It's been too long, it's been too long... Let me go, send me away... Paladin, I see her, ah... My Vanessa, you're still like this... Beauty, and I... Already, it's gone too far..."

"Bang"

Varana's eyes became gentle and serene, and he raised his hand, as if to touch something that would warm him, but before it could be raised, as if it had lost all its strength, it fell violently, and finally slammed into the ground with a low crashing sound.

And that touch of tenderness that made people want to cry was forever frozen there, frozen in this dark corner, an extraterrestrial area thousands of miles away from his hometown and his lover.

Old Fording looked at the Sarein who had left with a satisfied smile in front of him, he felt that he had been able to face everything calmly, but when these sufferings really appeared in front of him again, the old knight could not help but clench his fists.

"I'll end this... I swear..."

Furding lowered his head and silently recited the holy text, the holy light in his hand danced to Varana's cold corpse, and the next moment, the golden flame ignited from the corpse, burning a dazzling light in the darkness, and the letter paper, which had been soaked in blood, was also completely ignited in this flame of redemption.

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