In the deepest fortress of luolei Valley, in the dark room reinforced by the cold wind and low temperature of the storm cliff, a mortal battle is going on.


    "Keng"


    Sharp claws collide with the edge of the axe, rub, and then separate when the strength is about to break through the extreme.


    Varana''s figure is like the lightest scouts, jumping in the air, and finally falling in the corner of the room torn up by the energy storm caused by the collision of blood energy and holy light.


    In the dark, the two flickering scarlet lights, his eyes, like ghosts in the night.


    He is a mage... But after becoming SARAIN, magic is not only his only weapon to kill people. The dark energy changes not only his soul, but also his more superficial and deeper transformation. His body feels a little tired, so the next moment, varana''s left index finger flicks and old ferding defends on the other side, He couldn''t help but let out a dull hum.


    Facing this kind of opponent who controls excellent magic and martial arts skills at the same time, no matter how serious and vigilant he is, but because of the lack of experience in fighting with the strange dead souls like SARAIN, old Fordring still got on the road at the beginning.


    At the moment when varana''s paw pierced his skin and ignited his blood, the old knight thought it was just a normal injury exchange. However, when varana used his unique blood magic and began to extract his blood from the wound out of thin air, old Fuding knew that the wound was a good one, It''s the biggest trap that the cunning blood elves have laid for themselves.


    This vampire!


    Azeroth also has a legend about vampires, but it has been proved that they are just vulgar stories of country fools. Those monsters who use blood as a weapon and survive with blood have always been children''s bedtime stories. However, after seeing warrana''s fighting style, old Fuding was shocked to find that Alsace really created this kind of monster!


    They can manipulate the blood and draw the power of recovery and continuous combat from the opponent''s blood. The most important thing is that they are as quick and deadly as they are rumored to be. They are fierce and vicious, but they are extremely attractive in appearance. They are just like the most perfect dark hunters.


    With the flick of varana''s finger, the pain of the old knight''s chest became more and more obvious. Fortunately, the body of shadow sorrow has the blood power poured by Uther himself, which can effectively suppress the manipulation of the blood. And there is also good news that SARAIN is still regarded as a dead creature, so the holy light still has immediate lethality to them.


    This is probably the only good news since the fighting began.


    The old knight took a deep breath. He began to call for the holy light to wrap around his wound. Unlike Dick and Mograine, who are inclined to destroy the holy light, the holy light of old fordrin is called salvation. Although its healing is not as sacred as Veron''s, it is enough for this occasion.


    The wound is healing rapidly, and the influence of blood magic on yourself is also weakening. When you fight with SARAIN, you must not be hurt at all, otherwise the war situation will be completely controlled by these crazy blood manipulators.


    "Bang... It''s just delaying death. It''s meaningless!"


    After realizing that the trick of blood control had been seen through, varana put down his beating fingers, but at the next moment, his wrist turned, four diamond shaped blood red energy cones stabbed at old Fordring, and the paladin was no longer passively beaten. He called his left hand and his fingers together, and gave a hard stroke down. A burning sword of light wiped the darkness and lit up the darkness.


    "Bang bang"


    Four sound light, the blood cone burst open, varana''s figure also jumped out from the diffuse blood mist, not just one, old Fordring noticed that varana''s figure in mid air was floating, his eyes narrowed in this second, the axe in his hand did not cut the blood prince, but turned, the Holy Light burst, oblique cut.


    "Bang"


    The striking sound of the Tomahawk and the nail appeared again, and the Tomahawk cut off the nails as sharp as three knives and rowed down.


    Old Fordring''s fighting experience helped him a lot. This fatal raid was blocked by him. Because of the accumulation of strength, the blood prince who was in a hurry was obviously in a disadvantage. However, he was not flustered, and even with a trace of inexpressible arrogance. At the moment before the axe blade was added to his body, warana''s face was a trace of indifference and sneer,


    "Knight, you can''t stop me!"


    "Hua la la"


    The blood prince''s body split into several bloody shadows, just like the fear of the devil''s bat, dissipated in the roar of the Tomahawk, and the blood prince''s cold voice,


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


    "Hoo"


    In the defensive corner behind old Fordring, the bright red shadow jumped out again. Ten claws and the huge, ferocious blood storm surging behind him, like a sickle, chopped down Fordring''s neck.


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


    "No way!"


    Just at the moment when his paw was about to pierce his skin, old Fordring''s left hand suddenly clenched, and the 10 purple arcs circling around him suddenly burst out at this moment, and the purple energy from the roar of the bound soul and the explosion of self destruction swept the whole scene.


    Hegemony, violence, irresistible!


    Warana couldn''t avoid the blow. The purple soul energy explosion swept through his body, rushed into his soul, tore his soul, and made his body slow down. The two arms that went out gave out a crackling sound under the heavy blow. What''s more, the golden light burst after the purple streamer.


    At this moment, the door of all kinds of things was opened by old Fordring, and the strongest tusk hidden by shadow''s sadness pierced into SARAIN''s heart.


    "Feel the anger of my soul!"


    At the moment when the paladin broke out, a huge amount of holy light converged on the Tomahawk and his body. Two hot lights and shadows were shining behind him. They were the Holy Avenger with open wings, just like the paladin who eradicated all evil in the myth.


    A light and shadow from varana''s shoulder, all the way to the bottom of his body, hot edge into his body, almost cut him in half, completely opposed to the holy light energy in his body collision, burning, destruction, let the blood prince, broke out from the war since the most miserable howl.


    "I won''t die like this! Soul furnace, frostmourning... I will, I will come back! Wait


    "Bang!"


    His body was torn again by the axe that old Fordring cut from the other side. A shocking X-shaped wound, with a huge force, knocked him away. Everything along the way, the wooden table, the decorations, and the bottles and cans with unknown liquid, were completely lifted and smashed by this impact.


    When the flying dust and ashes in the room dissipated, varana''s body was embedded in the wall at the end of the impact, his arms dropped to the ground, and blood flowed from his body. This SARAIN was defeated, even the blood of self-control could not be achieved.


    His eyes were staring at the front, the book which he had read countless times had been torn, and the flying pages fluttered in front of his eyes. Finally, the last page, which had never been opened, fell in front of his body like a fallen leaf, soaked with blood, and the back image with the black sketch pen on it also became fresh.


    That figure, the woman who appears in the last memory every time


    "Vanessa... I finally... Finally remember your name... My love."


    Varana''s voice was weak, pale and deep, hoarse, just like the voice of a real dead soul. Old Fuding came to him with a Tomahawk. With the approaching of shadow''s sadness, varana felt the pull and greed of the soul from the Tomahawk.


    He raised his head difficultly and looked at old Fordring. On his thin and ugly face, there was a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth,


    "I won''t... I won''t go back to... Where, will I?"


    "Yes... You will not."


    Old Fordring bent down and looked back at varana, his left hand resting on the prince''s shoulder,


    "Your suffering is over!"


    "Good! Cough... Thank you... Thank you, please bury me in... Qingfeng Village, beside... My Vanessa... Thank you... "


    "Good! I promise you, what will you write on your epitaph? Poor man


    "Just write... Just write... Dear Vanessa... Your lover, back..."


    "Too long, too long... Let me go, send me away... Paladin, I see her, ah... My Vanessa, you are still so... Beautiful, and I have... Gone too far..."


    "Bang"


    Varana''s eyes became gentle and quiet. He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch something that could make him feel warm. But before that hand was raised, he suddenly fell like he had lost all his strength. Finally, he hit the ground and made a low crash sound.


    And that touch of tenderness that makes people want to cry, but forever solidified in there, solidified in this dark corner, a place tens of thousands of miles away from his hometown and his lover.


    Old Fordring stared at SARAIN, who left with a satisfied smile. He felt that he could face everything calmly, but when the real suffering appeared in front of him again, the old knight could not help clenching his fist.


    "I''ll end this... I swear..."


    Ferding bowed his head and recited the holy words. The holy light in his hand jumped to the cold body of varana. The next moment, the golden flame ignited from the body and sparked a dazzling light in the dark. The letter, which had been soaked with blood, was also completely ignited in the flame of redemption.


    It''s like fireworks scattering, sending a lost spirit home