Azeroth Trail of Light

Delaris looked at the human gladiator indifferently at the human gladiator who leaped towards him. The creature's eyes were shining with crazy light, and it seemed to have a trace of blood. It looked mentally unstable to the extreme, like a wounded beast. .

"The weak..."

Delaris moved gently, and flashed to the other side. He stretched out his foot and made a light hook at the feet of the rushing human. He waved his arms, lost his balance, and flew out. Under his anger, the human Often make wrong judgments, and in battle, such mistakes will be fatal!

Therefore, a real high-ranking fighter must learn to control anger, and then enjoy anger, and use a cruel calmness to force himself to keep a clear mind under anger. Only in this way can the power generated by anger belong to him.

Delaris completed the training of anger control a long time ago, probably...4000 years ago.

At that time in Erre'Thalas, that beautiful city that has not yet been abandoned, Delaris and his companions received training from veterans who survived the War of the Ancients, and were able to use weapons proficiently. After that, you will get your first weapon in your life, usually a short knife, and then take only 3 days of rations into the dense forest of Feralas, and only after a perfect hunt to an undamaged iron maned wolf's fur can you do it again. Enter the higher level of training.

Delaris is the best fighter of his generation.

In the world of the longevity species, all changes are extremely slow. 4000 years have passed almost in a flash. A long time ago, just after the War of the Ancients ended, the hunger and thirst of magic in the body* was crazy. The clansmen began to study forbidden sorceries. At that time, they also restrained them. After the situation got worse, Prince Tosedrin took the lead and gathered the power of all Sindra's masters. They finally summoned one. A strong enough demon.

The demon destroyed more than half of Erezasra, and then was imprisoned by the Syndra. His people depended on drawing the demon's magic power to survive.

They are like a group of beasts giving up their dignity for food! From sneaky to upright.

But Delaris had to admit that he was also a member of the group of beasts. He once wanted to pretend that he didn’t know those things, pretending that he didn’t know that Prince Torsedrin gave the order to give up Ere'Thalas. Pretend that you don't know the cruel news that your once beautiful home has been occupied by rough ogres and disgusting demons.

He even wanted to pretend that he saw the painful memories of those suffering companions who chose to commit suicide under the cruel reality, but he could not deceive himself after all.

In the 4034th year of his life, Delaris became the first Syndra to walk out of the inner city that was already filled with the smell of demons. When he left, no one came to send him and accompany him. His is just an ancestral broken blade.

He knew that his ancestor was a big man, an attendant of Lord Willings, the ruler of Syndra, but after Torsedrin came to power, all the glory was far away from him.

When Delaris walked out of the slowly closed door with the broken sword on his back, he looked back, and those compatriots who lived like The Walking Dead R were looking at him, without sorrow or joy.

The soldier turned his head and walked into the abandoned outer city. He knew he was a member of this city. He knew he would save it from darkness and corruption.

A person's life is difficult, especially now that the world has undergone major changes, he has never left Feralas, because he knows that the power he needs is here!

When he walked out of the ruins of Errethalas with a scar on his body, it was at the end of the last Dire Maul Gladiator Contest. He watched the indifferent assassin standing on the highest point just casually said something. , It attracted thousands of people to follow, and a small force took shape in an instant, watching those powerful gladiators follow behind the assassin.

Delaris knew that that was the power he was looking for, enough for him to overthrow Tosedrin who had gone mad, and at least save some of his compatriots from his rule. As for the overthrow of Prince Tosedrin, what should he do? Healing compatriots includes his own magic addiction. Delaris didn't know, he was just a warrior, and he couldn't think of the answer to such a complicated question.

But at least they must be rescued first, so that those compatriots live upright in the sun, instead of hiding in the dark ground like a dweller.

"I will save you! We will live in the sun!"

Syndra's warrior lowered his head, his face covered by dark armor, and his expression, only to see him cruelly piercing the broken blade in his hand into the entangled human gladiator's chest.

"I will become a champion, and then save my compatriots... don't stand in my way!"

"puff"

Finally, a human warrior fell weakly to the ground, and the goblin referee not far away raised the red flag in his hand to signal the end of the gladiatorial fight. The ear-splitting cheers sounded from the surroundings, and the Sindra Elf turned his head and looked. Those audiences excited by the killing, he couldn't understand this fanaticism.

Syndra has been isolated from the world for too long, but in the once noble years, they were a group of guards who kept secrets and books. Everything about them, including their martial arts, existed as tools. Their violence, Not for killing.

Although Delaris’ ancient combat skills were so elegant and deadly in the eyes of the audience, in fact, when he took away his life, this descendant of Syndra could not feel even the slightest excitement. Even though he became a warrior, But in his bones, he is still a scholar, that is Syndra's duty from ancient times to the present.

"Fourteen wins... there is still one short!"

Delaris sat on the ground, placed the broken blade on his leg, squeezing his last trace of energy, he felt very hungry, not from the hunger in the body, but from the hunger in the blood, for the magic He is resisting the needs of the city, starting from the day he left the inner city, until now.

From secretly extracting magic power every day to now once a week, the kind of hunger, the kind of hunger that will completely destroy him, is his greatest enemy.

He has to suppress it in order to win the final battle. As long as he wins the next enemy, he can enter the semifinals. Delaris is not very confident in himself, but this is the only way in front of him, so he Must go on.

The night elf who has been trying to contact him... the general who calls himself Shandris Feathermoon, he doesn’t trust her, because he knows where Sindra’s tragedy originated, and he won’t trust those purple skinned ones anymore." Compatriots".

"You are... Sindra's descendant?"

A gentle but majestic voice interrupted Delaris’s meditation. He opened his eyes and his last opponent was already standing in the arena. It was an elf, no doubt, You can tell from the sharp ears sticking out from the left and right of his long golden hair. His eyes are green, like green gems. Above the eyes, two eyebrows slanting upward make this face look more heroic. .

He should be a big man!

Although he is now wearing an ordinary troubadour robe, he can't conceal the majesty of his body, just like the ancient kings Delaris saw in the murals in the library.

He was far away from him, but the clear voice that remembered him proved his identity. He was a mage, and most likely a secret arcanist, a heritage that was considered mysterious in Syndra.

Delaris felt that he should say something, but in the end he chose to be silent. He stood up and put on a fighting posture.

Kael'thas shook his head helplessly. His voice was wrapped in magic and passed through the air, reaching Delaris’s ears.

"I know you are a descendant of Syndra, that sword, Quelcella... Forget it, I am Kael'thas Sunstrider, the heir to King Dathremar 7000 years later, we are considered to be an ancient covenant. Brothers!"

Delaris was shocked. He knew many secrets, including the secret agreement between Lord Villings and Darth'remar. The two high-level elves chose to go away because of the rejection of the Kaldorei elves. Afar, but before leaving, Lord Villings mysteriously disappeared. In the end, Syndra's Highborne could only stay in Erre'Thalas until now.

If there hadn't been that accident, I'm afraid now, as the elf who claims to be a sunstrider said, the two forces may have indeed merged.

But Delaris didn't forget his mission. Although the elf was very sincere, he still chose to hold the weapon tightly, and launched a charge without saying a word.

And watching Delaris rushing towards him in the direction of thunder, Kael'thas frowned, his left hand lightly stroked in the air, a handful of golden wings with the top half open like a phoenix, guarding A beautiful staff with a green gemstone appeared in his hand.

That was the Golden Rod of Sin'dore. He was a symbol of the prince. The Pride of the Sunstrider was perfect as a weapon, but its symbolic meaning is very strong, and its power is too great, so in ordinary battles, Kael'thas generally does not Will use that divine tool, the Sin'dorei Golden Staff in his hand is enough.

To be honest, to the level of a guy who is only one step away from an epic hero like Kael'thas, the meaning of ordinary weapons really doesn't matter much.

Kael'thas lightly tapped his staff on the ground, a ray of flame appeared in the air, and then a bird's scream sounded in the same place. The sound was so sharp and bright that it immediately attracted everyone's attention. , And then they saw that the entire arena was wrapped in crimson flames at this moment, and the air was distorted. When the flame dissipated in the next second, a beautiful and noble one was covered with Wrapped in gold and scarlet flame feathers, a creature with feathers like a golden flame crown appeared behind Kael'thas.

The moment this powerful creature appeared, the runes of the magic enchantment set up around the arena emitted a light that was not dazzling, and the flow of magic power was abruptly interrupted and became chaotic.

That is Ao, the prince's pet, one of the rarest creatures in Azeroth, the elemental phoenix, the ultimate expression of the power of fire.

Kael'thas was protected by O's wings, and Delaris' charge could not even hurt him at all.

The Sun King of the Sunstrider simply ignored the screams and exclamations in the audience. At this time, he was as majestic as a **** of fire. The magicians all have their own means of covering their breath, Kyle Seth is one of the best. Until this moment, Delaris knew what kind of character he was fighting against.

"Is it necessary to fight? Brother Syndra, let us lay down our weapons and have a good talk. I am coming forward with peace."

Kael'thas did not attack rashly, but continued to persuade. In this situation where it was impossible to win at all, Delaris took a deep breath and clenched Quelcella's hilt again, blood red. His anger emerged from his body, wrapped in his black armor.

"I...I have my mission, and I also have things I have to do, so don't get in my way!"

"charge!"