For Mortal, life is everything... pale, boring, always spinning in a boring reincarnation, and the name of that reincarnation is ignorance.
For immortals, life means another meaning. There is no boredom, no boredom, only habits, the cruelest habits. This thing will destroy all your interest in this world. There is no love, no disgust, life is just existence, and that's it.
Therefore, the best immortal species often become paranoid and research maniacs in some aspects. They need something to maintain their interest in the concept of "living". Otherwise, they will easily turn to pursue another meaning due to extreme boredom.
Death... thus turning Corruption into a truly twisted monster.
Immortality is never a blessing.
Varana sat in a leisurely posture on a purple velvet bench in the deepest fortress of Falling Thunder Valley. He held a book in his hands. The pages were yellow and dry. It was obviously carefully preserved, but the hands holding the book had an abnormal expression. Although he is not as skinny and ferocious as other undead, his frighteningly long nails, the dense magic patterns on his arms under the moon-white robe, and the ice-blue undead fire in his eyes all prove his identity.
Valanar played with his long bone-white hair with his fingers. His face, as thin as the dead, still retained the handsomeness he once had when he was a living person, but his cold eyes completely destroyed this last trace of softness.
After surrendering to death, he still maintained his inherent elegance, but his Bloodlust temperament and crazy temperament could no longer be approached by others, and could only bring more fear, shuddering fear.
The luxury of the chair under him was completely incompatible with this simple house, but Valanar liked to do this. He stared at the falling thunderbolts outside the window. In his distant memory, which seemed like a lifetime ago, there was no such bad weather under the sky named Quel'Thalas.
Valanar still vaguely remembers his original last name, Starseeker, or was it Luoxing?
Along with this sudden recollection, the Quel'Thalas in my memory came to mind again, the land covered with maple leaves, the gorgeous magic city, the countless days and nights spent in boring but fascinating magic research, and there seemed to be a woman whose name I couldn't remember...
Valanar's brows furrowed. He could tell that that woman was very important to him, but he just couldn't recall her face or even her name.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that he saw Bone Giant, who was driven by Lich into Portal. The rotting body, which exuded a stench due to dark corrosion, made people think of the bloated and twisted dead monster soaked in water at a glance.
That scene interrupted his memories and brought him back to the cold reality... He was no longer Valanar·Luoxing, he was one of the San'layn rulers of Prince Valanar, Undead Scourge, the real High-ranking Undead.
In the battle of Quel'Thalas 5 years ago, he and countless Mage from the Fire Wings died on the land he once loved so much. It was as if it was the transformation of Dream., when he woke up again, he had appeared in the iron-cold Icecrown Citadel. Outside Forge of Souls, he and his brothers knelt down in front of that dark and cold soul.
There was no resentment, no resistance, not even a trace of proper emotional fluctuations.
The most powerful among them were given the name "Blood Prince", and Valanar was one of them.
Now they have a new name...San'layn, the Blood Nobles.
At that moment, Valanar felt that he should Anger, should resist, should throw the fireball at Arthas's face, but no... nothing happened.
A voice inside them told them to obey... and they obeyed.
Like a sad marionette...
But everything passed, and Valanar finally adapted to the reality of being Undead. Although the once kind flame no longer obeyed him, after getting used to the endless Frost and shadows, Valanar did not become weaker, on the contrary... he became a more powerful creature.
He was originally responsible for the war and occupation of Borean Tundra, but during the period when he returned to Icecrown Glacier, Borean Tundra fell. Now, he is on the edge of Lightning Ledge and Storm Peaks, a noisy but dead place.
Valanar doesn't think there's anything wrong here. After embracing the darkness, he prefers to enjoy the quietness alone. Time can no longer affect him, so he has to find some fun for himself, but just when he puts aside his boring thoughts and focuses on the books in front of him again,
"Bang!"
A violent explosion shook the room where Valanar was, which undoubtedly interrupted Blood Prince's thoughts. As the white Teleportation light shattered, Valanar's body appeared next to Window, and he conveniently placed the book on the corner of the table.
The golden Lightning filled Valanar's vision, and then the bursting Holy Light shot up into the sky. The two forces merged into one, like the unstoppable Holy Light Tide, surging towards him from the distance of Lightning Ledge.
Everything along the way was ruthlessly submerged. The Frost Giants body that was more than 7 meters high and was like a dark forest of bones was set on fire. Those fragile Skeleton and Risen were like a drop of water dripping into the Tidal Wave, unable to even stir up a splash.
There is also the darkness following Holy Light Tide, that familiar darkness, but it is controlled by guys from completely different camps. They scream wantonly, they rush wildly, they gather together, and finally form the Dark Wings that covers Lightning Ledge E, Death Knights who rushed out of Fortress was cut in half by a giant ice sickle that suddenly appeared. The others were also surrounded by Necromancer who appeared from the ground around them.
It's ironic that we are both Undead, but because of different wills, we have to fight to the death in this dark corner.
And the howl that shook Valanar's heart.
It was something ordinary people couldn't hear. It was a howl that showed power at the soul level. It was like the Frostmourne in the hand of Arthas, but it was far more arrogant and wild than the cold Runeblade!
A powerful enemy has appeared!
Just from the properties of these energies, Valanar knew who it was.
Order Knight Dick, Revenge Knight Mograine, and the Dark Knight Uther, those opponents give Arthas a headache, but why do they appear here?
Valanar's left hand tapped lightly in the air, and an Ice Blue-colored Staff covered with shining Frost and the same Spear appeared in his hand. It was Staff forged in the darkness of Arthas Fortress, named the Holy Light Fades. It was one of the top weapons in the world, and it was in the hands of the most powerful darkness in the world, Mage.
But Blood Prince knew that he couldn't face those three troublesome guys here. They were no match! They would be killed mercilessly. What he cared more about was observing the situation and being ready to evacuate at any time.
"Interesting..."
Valanar watched the figure of Dick appear and then disappear in the golden flash. The violent Lightning power even attracted in the sky. Lightning, a dazzling Lightning tide formed behind him, that kind of gathering of the most explosive power in nature, which could make Valanar feel waves of tremors on his skin even though he was far away.
Thinking back to the recent period, the stone giant Burning Legion suddenly appeared in the snowfield outside Dun Niffelem and the entire Storm Peaks, as well as the crazy life-and-death war between them and the local Iron Dwarves and Iron Vrykul Burning Legion.
Valanar had a very interested expression on his face,
"Dick, is it true, as the rumors say, that you really possess power that does not belong to Mortal, or even does not belong to this world?"
"Bang"
The door Great Door behind Valanar was kicked open. This movement made Valanar turn around. At that moment, he did not feel anyone approaching from outside the house behind him at all. This shows that the person who came was either a powerful Stealth person who could avoid detection magic, or there was some kind of special item that exempted Valanar from darkness perception.
But when he saw the guy who broke into the door, this knowledgeable and talented blood Prince was also stunned on the spot.
That is a Paladin, a Paladin whose whole body shines with Holy Light intensity no less than Dick and Mograine. His white hair is constantly flying under the light of Holy Light, wearing Carved Holy Script's Golden Armor, of course, at first glance, the most eye-catching thing is the Ice Blue-colored two-handed War Axe held in his hand.
That is a weapon that should not appear in the hands of a Paladin. If Uther was holding this War Axe, it would be understandable, but this Paladin in front of me...
Valanar's eyes were constantly searching for that War Axe. This ax gave him a very strange feeling, very much like... very similar to the feeling of facing Frostmourne. Although it was not strong, the Dark Energy they had was very different, but it was indeed a feeling that was difficult for people to ignore.
However, Tirion Fordring obviously did not leave more time for Valanar to sigh. The next moment, Shadowmourne, wrapped in hot Holy Light, became angry. Roaring and slashing towards Valanar, Blood Prince raised his left hand, and a bloody shield appeared in mid-air, blocking the front of Shadowmourne's frozen ax blade.
The two came into contact, making a sound of metal clashing, but before Valanar could breathe a sigh of relief, Runes on the surface of Shadowmourne flashed, and a green light flashed on the ax blade. The next moment, the solid Crimson Shield was cut open with a crack.
As a purple soul flame appeared around Tirion Fordring's body, his strength increased in vain. With the roar of the old knight, War Axe brushed past Valanar's body, although blood Prince appeared in another corner of the room the next moment, there was still an obvious crack on the sleeve of his arm. If it had been delayed one second, half of the arm would have been chopped off.
"Kala"
The unimaginably sharp War Axe brushed through the air, and the luxurious couch was cut in half by the sharp edge. With a bang, Tirion Fordring leaned War Axe in front of him. Looking at Prince Valanar, whose face had completely darkened, there was a hint of Doubt in his voice.
"You... are different from other Undead!"
"That's why I hate you, a stubborn and inflexible Paladin. Please don't associate me with those low-level creatures!"
The corners of Valanar's mouth twitched, sharp canines pierced out from his mouth, and a trace of heart-stopping bright red appeared in his eyes. Bloody energy surged behind him, and finally turned into a pair of bloody Bat Wings, stretching gently,
"I am Prince of San'layn... we sing death, chase death... we... master death!"
"Bang"
Valanar flicked his finger in the air, and three bloody crescent-shaped energy blades drew strange arcs in the air, rushing towards Tirion Fordring from three directions. The latter did not choose to dodge, but rushed forward, and War Axe's sharp edge streaked across the sky, completely tearing the three energy blades into pieces.
But the next moment, four bright red Energy Lock chains popped out from four directions and locked on Tirion Fordring's arms and legs, making the old knight's next blow go out of shape, and the one behind Valanar Wings slapped, grazing the old knight's body like a fleeting shadow. Ten Dagger-like Clawss in his hands closed together, and his left hand resisted the fallen ax blade of Shadowmourne. He clenched his right hand and broke open the burned Holy Light, drawing a streak of blood on Tirion Fordring's shoulder.
The figure of Valanar appeared behind Paladin. There were black burns on his arms outside the robe, and there was a hideous wound on his face. But the next moment, he put the nails of his right hand in his mouth and licked them. As the blood entered his body, the two wounds began to heal quickly.
"Bang"
Tirion Fordring also broke free of the blood-colored Chains that bound his body. He lowered his body slightly, and two purple arc lights circled around his body. Ice Blue-colored War Axe was held in his hand, and Runes of different colors flashed. Different Light and Shadow showed up, Valanar was obviously a difficult opponent to deal with, and Prince of San'layn stretched out a bright red tongue and licked it on the lips. The eyes that were already filled with scarlet light were shining with malice.
"The pleasant taste of blood... very good, your blood is mine!"