Volume 8: The Road to the Ancient Dragon Chapter 398 Icecrown Glacier
Varian did not respond to these messages. These thoughts were obviously instructions issued by the mysterious voice long ago, an echo and resonation in the mind.
He walked straight to the body of Pollux, aimed at Pollux's forehead, and thrust the sword into it.
Varian (Prince of Stormwind): "Rise, White Dragon King, rise Bolerius. In the name of Frostmourne, I summon your soul back from the other side of death. Rise!"
A blue fire of the underworld quickly ignited in Polyleus' eyes, and the flames spread rapidly, filling the dried blood vessels and connecting the broken body.
Boom! The white dragon's claws slowly raised, leaving a huge crack less than a few meters away from Varian, but Varian didn't care at all, and focused on injecting the power of death into the body of Bolerius.
Borelius slowly raised his head. It seemed a little dull and dazed. Its eyes burning with dark blue spiritual fire no longer had the charm it once had. However, Varian knew very well that it was because its soul had long been incomplete. Part of the dragon soul was attached to the dragon's heart, part of it returned to the underworld, and the other part was sucked into Frostmourne, controlling the huge and magnificent body in front of him.
This is what the so-called undead are.
However, it is an ancient dragon after all. Even if only a part of its soul is retained, it will still be a powerful individual after resurrection.
Soon, a new name and health bar appeared above the dragon's head.
'Withered' Bolerius (Frost Dragon), the world's first-tier BOSS, with 284,000 health points.
Varian nodded. Although he could feel that the dragon's strength had decreased a lot after its resurrection, it still looked very powerful. At least it was enough to implement his next plan.
At this moment, another piece of information emerged in my mind.
Mysterious voice: "Varian, is that you? You damned human, you haven't responded to my call for so long, do you want to betray your master?"
This time the voice was unusually clear, and Varian immediately understood that it seemed that the other party had finally discovered that he was online.
Although Frostmourne is a powerful artifact, it is obviously not a complete artifact, but is controlled by a higher level. The mysterious voice is the true master of the Death Artifact.
Varian (Storm Prince): "Oh, my respected master, how can you say that to me? I have always been serving you, following your orders, gathering a huge army of undead for you. Isn't this your order?"
Mysterious voice: "But why don't you bring Frostmourne with you? You know it will make me very unhappy, and when I am unhappy..."
A sharp pain suddenly came from Varian's brain, as if piercing into his soul. Varian gritted his teeth. Fortunately, because he was fully prepared, the damage was not great. The most important thing was that his will was not affected too much.
However, Varian still looked like he was badly hurt.
Varian (Storm Prince): "Oh, great master, please stop, please stop!"
A mysterious voice said, "Hehe, now you know how powerful I am, human? Do you know the consequences of rejecting me? This is just a small punishment. If you dare to betray me, then you will understand the torture you will suffer."
Varian (Storm Prince): "Oh, my great master, I will never betray you."
Mysterious voice: "What did you just do? I felt a huge disturbance of mana. You consumed a lot of death power."
Varian (Storm Prince): "I have created a new servant for you." As Varian said this, he climbed onto the dragon's back and Polilus immediately flapped his wings and flew out of the cave.
Mysterious voice: "Let me see - damn, a dragon, you resurrected a dragon, I told you not to mess with those reptiles in the Dragon Rest Temple during this period, the time is not right yet!"
Among the many forces entrenched in the Dragonbone Wilds, the Dragonsleep Temple is undoubtedly the most powerful one.
After the last ancient dragon Galakrond died in battle, its corpse fell from the sky. The power contained in the corpse produced a huge energy shock, razing the surrounding area for hundreds of kilometers to the ground, and thus created a map called Dragonbone Wasteland.
To ensure that this world-destroying monster would not be resurrected, the five great guardian dragons joined forces to build a dragon fortress called Wyrmrest Temple, and each of them arranged a great ancient dragon to guard it. For tens of thousands of years, the five great ancient dragons remained here. Even after the betrayal of the Black Dragon Legion in the War of the Ancients, the Wyrmrest Coalition did not collapse and always insisted on its mission and monitored Galakrond's body.
This military force is considered a special force under the Dragon Covenant, and has never been transferred away even at the most critical moments of the dragon clan.
Although the mysterious voice behind Frostmourne is powerful, it obviously does not dare to easily attract the attention of the Dragon Sleeping Alliance.
Varian (Storm Prince): "Don't worry, Master. I have always kept your teachings in mind and never provoke those dragons. The dragon I resurrected is a white dragon, which does not belong to the sphere of influence of the Dragon Rest Temple."
Mysterious voice: "Very good, you are not allowed to lift Frostmourne from now on, you must obey me."
Varian (Storm Prince): "Oh, of course, I can't bear to part with this sword." Varian said. At this moment, Borelius was already soaring in the cold sky of Dragonbone Wasteland, with the surrounding mountains, forests and wilderness in full view.
On the distant horizon, the outline of the Dragon Sleeping Temple can be vaguely seen. At such a distance, the magnificent temple looks very small, like a small tower.
But he knew that the temple was extremely magnificent, with thousands of dragons living in it. No force in Northrend dared to provoke it easily, but now, he was going to provoke it.
Looking at the huge building getting closer and closer in the distance, Varian smiled slightly.
Varian (Storm Prince): "Okay, Master, I have things to do, so I won't contact you for now."
Mysterious voice: "Hey, wait a minute..."
Varian had already put Frostmourne back into his backpack.
At this moment , in the distant sky, a young red dragon was flying towards the Dragon Sleep Temple desperately.
It was the one that had been frozen in the Frost Dragon's Nest before. After being unfrozen, it was ready to report back to the Dragon Sleep Temple as soon as possible.
Varian was not in a hurry to take action, but just followed from a distance, slowly closing the distance.
As if feeling threatened, the young red dragon turned around and looked at the sky behind him. When he saw the figure of Polyleus, he was so scared that he flapped his wings vigorously.
But how could the young red dragon fly faster than the ancient dragon? It was caught up in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that they were not too far from Wyrmrest Temple, Varian stopped waiting.
" Kill it!"
At a command, Borelius opened his mouth and dark blue frost flames gushed out. This frost flame breath not only contained the power of ice that Borelius had mastered during his lifetime, but also contained the magic of death from the underworld.
Wherever the blue fire passed, the red dragon had no ability to resist. It let out a shrill dragon roar that echoed far away in the night sky, and then fell down with a scream.
Varian also let Borelius land.
When he landed next to the red dragon, the red dragon was already dead.
Although the body had cooled down, the flesh and blood were intact, only covered with a layer of ice crystals, and the eye sockets were empty and lifeless.
Very good, very good.
Varian nodded.
The power of Polyreus's dragon breath has basically not decreased, it has only lost the ability to use dragon language magic.
After confirming the results of the battle and leaving enough traces, Varian did not stop and let Polyus take off again and fly towards the distance.
Varian's timing of leaving was obviously very wise. Just a few minutes later, several giant dragons appeared in the sky.
A red dragon and a blue dragon, both adult dragons, landed together and transformed into the form of a red-haired elf and a blue-haired human.
Seeing the body of the young red dragon, both dragons were shocked.
Oenstaz (Red Dragon Sky Patroller): "This is - Frost Dragon Breath? Damn, was it done by Bolerius? This guy is getting more and more arrogant."
Chaogos (Blue Dragon Weaver): "No, something is not right. I can feel the power of death from it! The disturbance of magic is still very obvious. The other party should not have been gone for long."
Magic perception!
Some blue spots of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a flight path formed by the blue spots of light flew towards the mountains in the north.
Chaogos (Blue Dragon Weaver): "It is the shadow that lingers in the northern mountains. It dared to attack the dragons. It is unforgivable! I will chase it to see where it is escaping. You go back and report to the ambassadors immediately."
The red dragon nodded, and the two dragons took off into the air at the same time, one heading north and the other west.
At the same time, Varian was flying towards the Frozen Throne on Borelius.
He originally didn't know the location of the Frozen Throne, but thanks to those adventurers, he finally found the mysterious voice hidden in the mountains in a frozen peak.
The blue dragon followed the trail left by the strange dragon and kept increasing its speed, but the other party was very fast. Even if the blue dragon tried its best, it could only barely keep up with the trail.
The Dragonbone Wasteland gradually disappeared, replaced by large tracts of coniferous forests, the Crystalsong Forest.
As we continued flying, the forest disappeared and before us appeared cold and continuous mountains and majestic glaciers.
Chaogos was a little nervous. It had never been to this strange territory before. The only mission of the Wyrmrest Alliance was to monitor Galakrond's corpse, and Northrend was not a safe place. Even with the strength of the dragon clan, although no one dared to mess with them in Dragonblight, they were not the only powerful force in the whole of Northrend.
The storm giants of the Storm Peaks, the guardians of Ulduar, the Vrykul Kingdom of Howling Fjord, the Frost Troll Empire of Zul'Drak, and the spider-men hidden deep underground are all extremely powerful forces.
But almost without exception, no one is interested in the icy wasteland of Icecrown Glacier. The terrain here is too rugged, the climate is too cold, and the resources are scarce.
But now, this dead place seems particularly lively.
That is - the undead!
Through the clouds, Chaogos saw countless ragged, withered and broken undead souls busy building towers, city walls and even fortresses.
There are so many undead! They are scattered all over the canyons and mountains of Icecrown Glacier.
