In the deepest Fortress of Lightning Ledge, in the dark room reinforced by the cold wind and low temperature of Storm Peaks, a fight to the death was going on.
The sharp edges of Claws and War Axe collided, rubbed, and then separated when their power was about to reach its limit.
The figure of Valanar was like the lightest Scout, leaping in the air, and finally landed in the corner of the room that was torn apart by the energy Storm generated by the collision of blood energy and Holy Light.
In the dark shadows, those two dancing orangutans, Red Light, were his eyes, like ghosts in the dark night.
He is a Mage... But after becoming San'layn, spells are no longer his only weapon that can kill people. The dark energy changes not only his soul, but also more superficial and deeper transformations. His body feels a little tired, so the next moment, Valanar's left index finger flicks, and Tirion Fordring, who is defending on the other side, can't help but let out a muffled groan.
Facing this kind of opponent who controls both excellent magic and martial arts, one cannot be too serious and vigilant. However, due to the lack of experience in fighting against San'layn, a group of weird Necromancer, Tirion Fordring was still fooled from the beginning.
The moment Valanar's Claws pierced his skin and drew out his blood, the old knight thought it was just a normal exchange of damage, but when Valanar used the unique When Blood Magic started to extract his blood from the wound out of thin air, Tirion Fordring realized that that wound was the biggest trap laid for him by the cunning Fresh Blood Elf in front of him.
This Vampire!
Azeroth There are also legends about Vampire, but those are constantly proven to be just vulgar stories of country fools. Those monsters that use blood as weapons and survive with blood have always been just bedtime stories for children. However, after seeing the fighting style of Valanar, Tirion Fordring was shocked to find that...Arthas really created such a monster!
They can manipulate blood and draw the power to recover and continue fighting from the blood of their opponents. The most important thing is that they are just like the rumors. Operation is agile and deadly, with sinister and vicious attacks. However, it is very charming in appearance. It is like the most perfect dark Hunter.
With the flick of Valanar's fingers, the Pain on the old knight's chest became more and more obvious, but fortunately, Shadowmourne's body has the blood poured by Uther himself. Power can effectively suppress this kind of blood manipulation, and there is good news. San'layn is still a Necromancer creature, so Holy Light still has immediate lethality against them.
This is probably the only good news since the battle began.
The old knight took a deep breath, and he began to call for the Holy Light to wrap around his wounds. Unlike Dick and Mograine's Holy Light, which tended to be destructive, Old Fordring's Holy Light was called salvation. Although its healing power was not as holy as Velen's, it was enough for this occasion.
The wound is healing rapidly, and Blood Magic's influence on him has begun to weaken. When fighting San'layn, you must not be injured at all, otherwise the battle situation will be completely controlled by these Madmen who manipulate blood.
"Well... it's just delaying the arrival of death, it's meaningless!"
After realizing that the trick of blood control had been seen through, Valanar put down his beating fingers in displeasure, but the next moment, he flipped his wrist, and the four diamond-shaped Blood Red Energy cones were directed towards Tirion Fordring stabbed it, and Paladin was no longer passively beaten. He raised his fingers together with his left hand and swiped downwards. A scorching Holy Sword of Light brushed through the darkness and lit up the darkness.
"Bang bang bang bang bang"
Four soft sounds, the blood cone exploded, and the figure of Valanar also jumped out of the diffuse blood-colored mist. Tirion Fordring was not the only one who noticed the figure of Valanar in mid-air. His eyes narrowed at this second. The War Axe in his hand did not slash at the blood Prince that rushed forward. Instead, he turned around and Holy Light exploded and slashed diagonally.
"Bang"
The clashing sound of War Axe and nails appeared again, and War Axe cut off three nails that were as sharp as knives and slashed downwards.
Tirion Fordring's combat experience helped him a lot. This fatal attack was blocked by him, and due to the accumulation of energy, Prince, who had rushed to fight, was obviously at a disadvantage. However, he was not panicked, and even showed a trace of indescribable arrogance. The moment before the ax blade was attached, there was an indifferent sneer on Valanar's face.
"Knight, you can't stop me!"
"Whoosh!"
Xue Prince's body split into several bloody shadows, just like Vampiric Form of Dreadlord, dissipated in the roar brought by War Axe, and Xue Prince's cold voice,
"Listen to the ticking sound of blood, that is the sign of your death!"
"Call"
In the defensive blind spot behind Tirion Fordring, a bright red shadow jumped out again, and ten Claws and the huge, ferocious blood Storm surging behind it, like a soul-destroying scythe, slashed at Tirion Fordring's neck.
"Death is like the wind... deadly and silent."
"Don't even think about it!"
Just at the moment when Claws was about to pierce the skin, Tirion Fordring's left hand suddenly clenched, and the 10 purple arcs hovering around him suddenly exploded at this moment. The roar from the bound soul and the purple energy bursting out from self-destruction swept across the entire place.
Domineering, violent and irresistible!
Valanar, who was caught off guard, could not 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. The two arms that were stretched out made a cracking sound under the heavy blow. What was even more terrible was the golden Pillar of Light that exploded after the purple streamer.
At this moment, Great Door of Myriad Forms was pulled apart by Tirion Fordring himself, and Shadowmourne's hidden strongest fangs penetrated into San'layn's heart.
"Feel my soul Anger!"
At the moment when Paladin exploded, a huge amount of Holy Light gathered on War Axe and his body, and two scorching Light and Shadow Shining behind him is Avenging Wrath with Wings spread out, just like the saint Warrior who eradicates all Evil in mythology.
A Light and Shadow slid from Valanar's shoulder all the way down his body. The scorching sharp edge pierced into his body, almost cutting him in half. The completely opposite Holy Light energy collided, burned, and destroyed in his body, causing this Blood Prince to burst into the most miserable wail since the beginning of the war.
"I won't... I won't die like this! Forge of Souls, Frostmourne... I will, I will come back! Just wait!"
"Bang!"
His body was torn apart again by the ax chopped from the other side by Tirion Fordring, with a shocking X-shaped scar, which knocked him away with huge force. Everything along the way, including the wooden table, the decorations, and the bottles and jars containing unknown liquids, were completely blown away and smashed by this impact.
When the flying dust and Ashes in the room dissipated, Valanar'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 San'layn was defeated, and could not even control his own blood.
His eyes stared blankly ahead. The book he had read countless times had been torn, and the flying pages were flying in front of his eyes. Finally, the last page that had never been opened fell in front of his body like a fallen leaf, soaked in blood, and the back figure drawn on it with a black sketch pen also became vivid.
That back figure, that woman who appears at the end of my memories every time...
"Vanessa... I finally... finally remembered your name... my love."
Valanar's voice is weak, pale, deep, and hoarse, just like the voice a real Undead should have. Tirion Fordring is leaning on War Axe came to him, and as Shadowmourne approached, Valanar felt the pull and greed for the soul coming from War Axe.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Tirion Fordring, with a satisfied smile on his face that had become thin and ugly.
"I'm not... not going back to... anywhere, right?"
"Yes... you can't."
Tirion Fordring bent down and looked at Valanar who was looking back, and put his left hand on San'layn Prince's shoulder.
"Your suffering is over!"
"Okay! Ahem... Thank you... Thank you, please bury me...Fairbreeze Village, bury me next to... my Vanessa... Thank you..."
"Okay! I promise you, what are you going to write on your epitaph? Poor man."
"Just write... just write... Dear Vanessa... Your lover is back..."
"It's too long, too long... let me go, send me away...Paladin, I saw her, ah... my Vanessa, you are still so... beautiful, and I... have gone too far..."
"Bang"
Valanar's eyes became gentle and Tranquility. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch something that would make him feel warm, but before the hand could be raised, it seemed as if it had lost all its strength. It fell suddenly, and finally hit the ground, making a low collision 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.
Tirion Fordring stared blankly at San'layn who left with a satisfied smile. He felt that he could face everything calmly, but when these sufferings really appeared in front of him again, the old knight couldn't help but hold on to Fist.
"I'm going to end this... I swear..."
Tirion Fordring lowered his head, silently reciting Holy Script, and the Holy Light in his hand jumped onto the cold corpse of Valanar. The next moment, golden flames ignited from the corpse, igniting a dazzling light in the darkness, and the letter paper that had been soaked in blood was also completely ignited in the flames of Redemption.
Like fireworks scattered, sending a lost Elf Homecoming...