Level 59 Class: Necromancer Base XP: 283,940 On Kill: +Ancient Gods
Spawns
| Respawn | ||
|---|---|---|
| Temple of Valaark (The Northern Halls of Valaark) | 2h | 1 |
Combat Stats
Damage
10,000
Magic Damage
12,500
Accuracy Bonus
20.0%
Critical Chance
10.0%
Health
900,000
HP Regen
100 / sec
Defense
1,000
Block Chance
15.0%
Resistances
Magic: 800Poison: 1000Fire: 700Cold: 700Disease: 1000
Special
Sees InvisibilityCalls for Help
Abilities (5)
| Skill | Type | Effect | Cooldown | Cast Time |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dragon Claw Attack (Default) | target damage | 10,100 dmg, 5% stun (2s) | 1s | 1s |
| Dragon Dark Breath | frontal damage | 22,500 magic dmg | 10s | 1.1s |
| Awakening | summon monsters | summons 6x Frost Reaper (lv55, max 12) | 30s | 1.25s |
| Summon Player | summon monsters | teleport target to caster, stun (2s) | 10s | 0.1s |
| Fear | area damage | 100% fear (8s) | 50s | 1.2s |
Loot
500 - 1,000
gold
| Earthsong Chestguard | 5.0% | |
| Starwoven Gloves | 5.0% | |
| Stormrune Chestplate | 5.0% | |
| Deathshroud Belt | 5.0% | |
| Forgotten Emblem | 5.0% | |
| Dreadveil Ward Charm | 2.0% | |
| Superior Potion of Healing | 5.0% | |
| Faded Valaark's Tome Page | 4.0% | |
| Random Map | 4.0% | |
| Scroll of Knowledge V | 2.0% | |
| Elixir of Enlightened Learning | 2.0% | |
| Agate | 2.0% | |
| Amber | 2.0% | |
| Black Pearl | 2.0% | |
| Black Sapphire | 2.0% | |
| Emerald | 2.0% | |
| Fire Opal | 2.0% | |
| Ice of Everfrost | 2.0% | |
| Ivory | 2.0% | |
| Jade | 2.0% | |
| Rough Pearl | 2.0% | |
| Ruby | 2.0% | |
| Sapphire | 2.0% | |
| Topaz | 2.0% | |
| Words of Balance | 2.0% | |
| Words of Creation | 2.0% | |
| Words of Order | 2.0% | |
| Blue Diamond | 1.0% | |
| Diamond | 1.0% |
Related Quests (1)
| Flags | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Deliver | Epic | The Warrior's Beverage | 40 | Ice of Everfrost ×1 |
Lore
Deep within the northern caverns of the Temple of Valaark, where only the most ancient and powerful dragons dwell, broods Var’noth. Once a proud wyrm of the temple, he delved too far into forbidden rites, binding frost and death to his very soul. His scales now carry a cold, sickly glow, and the air around him crackles with necromantic frost. Var’noth commands legions of restless spirits that swirl through his lair like a frozen storm, guarding him as he weaves dark magic to twist life - and death - to his will.
"Death is no end, mortal… merely the beginning of my design"
"Come, let me peel the light from your spirit"
"Kneel, mortal… and offer your bones to my legion"