Warcraft novel series

The coalition forces with rigorous combat experience have gone through so many tests and of course they will not succumb to a few puppets. But if they were just ordinary puppets, how could Faranir watch the battle of everyone so easily with an expression of watching a show. Huge vines broke through the solid steel ground and entangled the two giants. The druid's natural magic still showed its power here. The arcane magic and holy light power of the mages and priests were like brilliant meteors constantly hitting the bodies of the two giants, and the giants were trapped and fell down unwillingly. However, the moment they fell, explosive energy erupted from their bodies, and many people were injured by rocks flying everywhere. But that's not the key. The broken stones shattered the lab's cobweb-like glass tubes. A large amount of green and red liquid flowed out. Every liquid that falls to the ground will form one ooze after another. Green, orange, and purple oozes filled the laboratory.

At this moment, no one will underestimate the power of these ooze monsters. After the fierce battle between the two suture monsters, everyone has an inexplicable fear of such green life forms. Everyone was divided into teams of 5 to deal with these slow-moving ooze monsters in batches, but the purple ooze monster was something the coalition had never seen before, and he was also the most powerful. All magic that attacked him would cause intense The explosion and splashing liquid will also cause a lot of damage, and the screams are endless. At this moment, all the sounds were transmitted to Varian's ears. Unfortunately, the leader of the coalition could not do anything. Now he could only be an audience, enjoying this cruel hell show.

Faranir saw Varian's eager mood. He crouched down to face Varian and showed his unique evil smile. His weird voice sounded again,"I want to tell you good news. Your loyal subordinate, the Duke of Beauval, is not dead yet.""What!"Varian barely squeezed out two words, which showed a little hope from his shocked expression. After all, he was the hero who took care of the entire country for him when he was suffering, and he was also the leader of the Alliance's expedition to the Ice Crown Continent. Commander-in-Chief. After hearing the news of Bolvar's death in the battle behind the Gate of Scourge, Varian had been so desperate and sad. Now that he heard the news that he was still alive, how could he not rekindle the fire of hope in his heart?

"Yes, he is still alive, but it is no different from dead. In Alsace's room, you will see his current appearance. Of course, you have to die to go, hahaha."Faranir smiled proudly, and the evil laughter spread throughout the hall. Looking at the abominable pharmacist in front of him, Varian was not willing to split him in half, but his body seemed to be filled with water. The lead couldn't be moved at all. Looking at the coalition soldiers who were in a very disadvantageous situation, when the magic sparkling like fireworks stirred up liquids of various colors everywhere, Faranir seemed to be enjoying a moving drama, and it was very interesting. Of course, he wouldn't look at it like this forever. He continued to return to the experimental table, adjusting various potions, and finally he stopped. He lifted a bottle of orange potion to Varian In front of me,"It's done, my most perfect potion is completed. As the protagonist, it's time for you to appear, right?""Faranir showed a ghostly smile again, and he held Varian's chin with one hand, asking the coalition leader to open his mouth, and poured the potion into Varian's throat with one hand. Varian at this moment Ann thought about dying, but he could do nothing. His numb body made him like a puppet controlled by Faranir, unable to make a sound.

The hot, flame-like liquid was constantly burning Varian. At this moment, Varian fell to the ground, clutching his throat and rolling around as if some force was constantly devouring his will, but Varian's face turned red and he could not make any sound. Time The clock ticked by, and Varian finally stood up. At this moment, he was no longer the leader of the coalition. His red eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and his pale face showed infinite killing intent.

Looking at this Varian Faranir nodded with satisfaction,"Go and taste the taste of blood and soul, I guarantee it is the best taste you have never experienced in your life."Faranir put on a black cloak with satisfaction and walked into a secret door in the corner of the laboratory. It was a path that could lead out of Icecrown Fortress. This insidious traitor remembered by countless people has now chosen to leave the Undead Scourge.. Now the Icecrown Fortress is on the verge of being breached, and this insidious traitor is not willing to perish with the sinking ship.

Walking into the dark path, Faranir felt extremely relaxed, and he once again completed the task brilliantly. He completed the mission and created another tragedy for his master, who must be sitting contentedly in the darkness waiting for his return. No one knows who Faranir is loyal to, and no one will ever know. Because when Faranir walked out of this dark path, a young man with flaxen hair walked towards him. He was a human in linen clothes, with dark brown eyes and messy flaxen hair. His dark eyes looked at Faranir. Neil showed a hint of hatred.

In the biting cold wind, Faranir suddenly felt a familiar feeling, and he felt a hint of fear from this young man. On this desolate ice field, the biting north wind blew It disrupted Faranir's even breathing. He suddenly became frightened. It was an inexplicable fear from his heart, because he saw the young man take out a dark-colored sickle that exuded a cold feeling from behind. It spun rapidly. The black shadow is like the god of death wielding the death scythe that takes away the soul, penetrating Faranir's body. The sinful soul returns to the sky at this moment. At this moment, no one knows his secret, and in this life full of lies, he is forgotten. The conspiracy will no longer emerge from the body of the hunter.

The memory of Faranir who fell at this moment seems to have returned to what he was like when he was an apprentice in Dalaran. A magician who loves poison is not welcome in Dalaran. Just like Kel'Thuzad who was passionate about black magic, but he did not have the lofty status of Kel'Thuzad. Faranir, who was always looked down upon, met the man who changed his life while going out to collect medicine. Underneath his white robe was a priest with a dark heart. This priest gave this frustrated poisoner something that could change his life's destiny. A red mark or a direction, leading to endless temptation. The direction of conspiracy and power. From then on, he began to become extremely scheming, and when Kel'Thuzad left the highest authority in Dalaran, he became the winner of that power feast and one of the six core people of the new Dalaran. But all this was too short-lived. The arrival of Archimonde turned everything to ashes. The arrival of the Burning Legion caused the fall of Dalaran, and with it, Faranir and his dream of power also turned to ashes at this moment. But the subsequent arrival of the Queen of Darkness gave him a stage to launch his conspiracy again.

As a forgotten person, he once again encountered the dark priest who changed his destiny, but this priest was already wearing aWearing a red shirt of the Scarlet Crusade. But Faranir knew that he was definitely not one of those fanatics. He had his own independent will. From then on, this dark priest began to convey orders to Faranir, making Faranir go further and further down the road of darkness and destruction. Far. If Xavier appeared in this scene, he would definitely recognize the priest wrapped in a red armor, High Priest Xavier's teacher Kadson.

Death disappeared along with the conspiracy. The lost young man entered the passage leading to the disaster laboratory together with a blonde girl who appeared later. She was a female mage wearing a complex arcane patterned robe, with golden hair hanging loose. , but could not cover his beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes, as blue as azeeland gems, were also full of sadness, and only the ruby ​​​​on the scepter in her hand shone brightly.

At this moment in the Scourge Laboratory of Icecrown Citadel, Varian has obviously become a killing machine. He holds the sword in his hand high and waves it wantonly. The sharp blade of the sword pierced the body of the brother he considered the most precious. He saw the shocked look in his eyes, but he couldn't stop holding the sword in his hand. The waving sword fell, and the shining blood of life kept beating, heralding the departure of a brother. This was obviously not what Varian wanted to see, but he was unable to stop it. The sword he raised took away the lives of his brothers step by step, and Varian's heart was bleeding. After a fierce battle, more than half of the coalition soldiers were killed or wounded, but now they had to bear the attack of their leader.

They clenched the weapon in their hands, but silently put it down, blocking again and again, but no one gave Varian a fatal blow. They still regarded Varian as their leader and brother. Even if the sword in his hand could take away his life at any time. Fortunately, this stalemate did not last long. Everything changed with the appearance of the brown-haired young man and the golden-haired mage. Light blue magic shined in the hands of the female mage. As the biting ice froze Varian's sprinting steps, bright holy light shined from the hands of the brown-haired young man and fell on Varian, pure and pure. The holy power instantly purified Varian of the evil elements. At this moment, Varian dropped his sword and fell to the ground, his face becoming peaceful again.

At this moment, many of the coalition soldiers were already whispering because of their attempt to use the power of the Holy Light to heal Varian. Many priests have tried, but they have undoubtedly failed. The power of the Holy Light will only make Varian even more crazy. Maybe this is the difference in power. No one can match this young man's power to control the Holy Light. Maybe this is the so-called individual strength.

At this time, the blond-haired female mage gently picked up Varian's body, turned back to the brown-haired young man and said,"I have to take him out of this battle, and you will have to deal with the rest. Right, Xavier Cuan." As she spoke, the blond woman rubbed arcane energy in her hands and disappeared into the air in a flash of light."Xavier?" How could the coalition soldiers not recognize the hero of Azeroth? It's just that they would never regard the forgotten man and the young man in front of them as the same person. But they chose to believe him because they recognized the woman traveling with him as Dalaran's new leader, Promore Jaina, the most powerful mage in Azeroth.