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Var'noth

View on Map Boss
Level 59 Base XP: 283 940 On Kill: +10 180 Ancient Gods

Monster summary

Magic Resist: 800
Poison Resist: 1 000
Fire Resist: 700
Cold Resist: 700
Disease Resist: 1 000
Var'noth monster sprite
Health: 900K
Attack Power: 9 000
Spell Power: 11 250
Armor Class: 1 000
Monster Type: Dragon
Class: Necromancer

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Respawn
Temple of Valaark (The Northern Halls of Valaark)3h1

Combat Stats

Attack Power
9 000
Spell Power
11 250
Accuracy Bonus
20.0%
Critical Strike
10.0%
Health
900 000
Health Recovery
100 / sec
Armor Class
1 000
Block Chance
25.0%
Resistances
Magic: 800Poison: 1 000Fire: 700Cold: 700Disease: 1 000
Special
Sees InvisibilityImmune to FearCalls for Help

Abilities (7)

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SkillTypeEffectCooldownCast Time
Dragon Claw Attack (Default)Single-target damage9 100 physical dmg, 5% stun (2s)1s1s
Dragon Dark Breath Frontal damage21 250 magic dmg10s1.1s
Awakening Summon monsterssummons 6x Frost Reaper (lv55, max 12)30s1.25s
Draconic Lifedrain Single-target damage21 250 magic dmg, 100% lifetap30s0.8s
Summon Player Teleports target to this monsterpulls a target 3 - 15 yd away to the caster, stun (2s)10s0.1s
Fear Area damage100% fear (4s - 8s)50s1.2s
Blindness Area debuffblinds, 108 magic dmg/s, 50% Cleanse Resist, 5s60s1.5s

Loot

The Drop chance column is per kill without a Fatecharm. Quest items assume an unfinished gathering quest. Other drops assume no quest.

The With Fatecharm column consumes one Valaark Fatecharm.

2 500 - 2 999 gold

Related Quests (1)

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Categories
Deliver
Epic
The Warrior's Beverage40 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"