Azeroth’s Death Track

The tree of reincarnation was planted by the great lord Tyrion himself in Darkblade City.

This tree is the absolute heart of Azeroth's dead world. It is like a magical water pump, absorbing the dead souls from the present world, and then through the transformation inside the tree of reincarnation, wash away the memories and past of these dead souls, remove the impurities in the soul, and then use them as the spirit of the soul This kind of posture is sent back to the present world and put into the bodies of those expectant mothers.

As the baby grows, the pure seed of the soul will re-grow and absorb strength, until when the mothers give birth, a completed, pure, and white baby will be born.

This is the greatest significance of the existence of the tree of reincarnation. It can adjust and soothe the souls flowing into the dead world, avoiding the appearance of terrifying soul aberrations like dementors, abyssal squid, and thousand-faced devourers, and it can also allow the death energy in the dead world to flow continuously, avoiding the situation of a pool of stagnant water , but the tree of reincarnation does not only have this function.

It can turn life into death, and fill this dead world with souls. Then nature can also turn death into life, and send the soul that should not die back to the present world.

Under the traction of the tree of reincarnation at this moment, its pale trunk seemed to be lit up with countless lights, and the power of death lingering on the tree of reincarnation began to slow down under the auspices of the polluter Malfurion. Slowly reverse. Just like the river of death flowing against the current, through the many beacons of the dead world in the present world, those souls who have just been thrown into the dead world are sent back to the present world again.

In the small town of Lakeside Town, the demons who rushed into this place set some buildings in the city on fire. The fire was burning, and gunpowder smoke was everywhere, and they were wreaking havoc. But in times of disaster, there are always people full of courage. Some veterans organize the panicked civilians to establish a temporary defense line in the city. They command the people and fight back against the demons with guns.

Although the shots were not accurate, there were always people in a hurry under the panic. But fortunately, everyone has a gun and there is no shortage of bullets. The scene of hundreds of people firing at the same time is still very spectacular. Some weak demons will be easily torn apart in this hail of bullets, and those powerful demons will also be destroyed because of the hail of bullets. Bleed profusely and become weak.

In the city's cemetery, Old Gore, the mayor, was staying there in a daze.

In the encounter just now, he was chopped off by an angry guard rushing out of the darkness, but he found that he did not die immediately, but came to this cemetery in the state of a soul, beside him, There are also many dead civilians, and they are all equally dazed.

They don't know what's going on.

Hey!

A cry sounded from behind these souls. Old Gore turned his head and saw a soul healer with folded arms flapping his wings, suspended in the air, looking down at them.

Listen! Mortals!

The beautiful lady soul healer said loudly in an ethereal voice:

According to the order of the great lord Tyrion Dawnblade, the power of immortality has filled this world, and now you will not really die.

Go find your corpses! Then continue to fight with weapons!

You're all soldiers now!

The civilians were still confused, but under the urging of the soul healer, they rushed into the city in the form of souls. Ten seconds later, Old Gore's soul stood beside his severed head corpse. He looked at himself lying in a pool of blood, and he had a strange and subtle feeling. This is an experience that I have never experienced before. If I am resurrected like this, will I become an undead?

Old Gore gritted his teeth and lay down in his own corpse. The next moment, a flash of light flashed before his eyes, and he felt the temperature of flesh and blood again, as well as the feeling of being alive. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched his head. The head that was chopped up by the demon just now recovered strangely. It was normal, but the pain of having his head chopped off still remained in his perception, and Old Gore couldn't help but let out a groan.

A demon reappeared from behind him, it was a hell hound, and the disgusting thing roared and jumped at the old Gore who was holding his head and howling. The latter had been a soldier at any rate when he was young, and he was a general of the Stormwind Kingdom. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him, and fought with the vicious hellhound.

A few minutes later, Old Gore, who had hacked the hound to death, leaned against the wall next to him panting, a scar was torn on his chest by the stupid dog, and he felt his soul begin to separate from his body again.

swish

With a flash of light, Old Gore returned to the cemetery, surrounded by the souls of a group of bewildered civilians, including some dead soldiers.

Huh? Why is it you again?

It was the soul healer just now, she looked at Old Gore, and let out a puzzled snort, which made Old Gore feel very guilty. He felt that he had wasted the second life this angel lady had given him.

Go back and find the corpse! Keep fighting!

But the soul healer didn't satirize Old Gore anymore, she just warned Old Gore:

Don't think that you won't die, so you can waste your life at will. With the strength of your soul, after 15 resurrections at most, you will enter a state of weak soul. If you continue to resurrect, your soul will be damaged, and then you will completely lose your mind. and perception, become brainless undead...

So, you'd better save the chance of resurrection given to you by the great lord.

I know! I will not disappoint this gift!

Old Gore responded, and ran to where his body was with ease. After this resurrection, Old Gore endured the physical pain. He hid in a dark alley, collected enough weapons, and gathered a group of civilians who dared to fight hard. In the middle of the game, he began to fight a guerrilla war with the vicious demons.

In 30 minutes, almost everyone in the city died almost once, but everyone also knew the secret of the power of immortality, which made the panic atmosphere in the city become high again.

The people are afraid of demons because they can kill them easily, they are not afraid of the demons themselves, they are actually afraid of death.

But now, even if he is torn to pieces by the demons, he can still be resurrected and continue to work with them to the end, death is no longer a threat...

They have weapons, and they can't die if they are cut down, but the demons are injured and die if they are hit. In this case, what is there to be afraid of, demons?

On another continent, the civilization of Kalimdor is also suffering from the same situation, but it is no longer the beautiful lady soul healer who gives them resurrection, but the troll god of death, Bwonsamdi, who has not appeared for a long time. This guy scattered his projections all over Kalimdor's deadland beacons, returning the souls of those who died in the demon war back into their bodies so that they could continue to fight.

But compared to the peaceful persuasion of the soul healers, Bwonsamdi, a broken-mouthed guy, often brings some bitter sarcasm when resurrecting others, so that every soul who comes to him will feel ashamed and ashamed .

Hey, powerful tauren warrior, the gorgeous and heavy armor on your body seems to be useless, it can't save you, right? Hahaha.

Wait, old Bwonsamdi is thinking, this beautiful elf warlock, is it this sparkling soul stone that you lost just now? Or that low-key and luxurious soul stone? Oh~ it doesn't matter, You won’t be able to use it anyway~ haha”

Look at you, death knight, you are not a professional! You should come and see my death gate, it never fails!

Hunter from the Darkspear Clan, did you just want to fake your death? Bah, you really are an embarrassment to the troll!

Mages in Dalaran? Aren't you proficient in teleportation? But I saw that your flashing technique didn't go far, right?

You little monk, let old Bwonsamdi tell you that no matter how much you toss and turn on the ground, you won't be able to save you. Go and fight the devil honestly!

And you, human priest, why have you died so many times? Are you here to fight a war, or to experience death? Or do you want to change your beliefs? You must tell old Bwonsamdi.

Look here there is a shaman here, tsk tsk tsk, now Wanling is really with you.

Hey~~ Demon Hunter, your souls stink, get out of here!

Bwonsamdi sat hanging on the tombstone, taunting those killed souls frantically, his attitude was so bad that one could wish to punch him in the face.

But his service level is very high. After all, he is the god of death for many years. He is skilled in methods. With a wave of his hand, he can throw those souls back to their corpses, especially on the empire side. The speed of death can actually overwhelm the growth speed of demons, which shows that Bwonsamdi has a deep understanding of the power of death.

Of course, this troll god of death can occasionally meet a few special characters.

for example...

Huh?

Bwonsamdi's eyes noticed a human soul wearing golden armor and holding a holy sword. He got up and floated to the soul, looked him up and down, and then said with a hint of sarcasm:

Hey, isn't this His Majesty Alsace? Why are you here too? This really makes old Bwonsamdi very honored.

Alsace's soul remained silent.

He just chopped down a doomsday lord by himself, but he didn't have time to open the holy shield. As a result, he was set on fire by three lord-level demons, and he came to the cemetery in such a shame. As a person who received special attention, Arthas is Know the existence of the power of death in advance. But he never thought that he would experience the feeling of dying once.

And Bwonsamdi's ruthless ridicule made Grand Duke Alsace extremely embarrassed.

You powerful paladin, I'm afraid you believe in the Holy Light wrongly, ahahahaha.

Before the words fell, Shaw, the master assassin, also appeared beside Alsace with a confused face. He met the long-awaited demon assassin Akali on the battlefield, but in the duel, he was defeated by the assassin. Two of the Devourer's fangs pierced through the heart.

Ha, assassin! Let me guess, you must have caused trouble outside that you can't solve yourself, right?

Shut up!

Arthas and Shaw yelled in unison, but Bwonsamdi didn't intend to talk nonsense with them anymore. This guy was too addicted to his mouth, and with a flick of his finger, the souls of Alsace and Shaw were thrown back on their corpses.

Shaw snapped his eyes open, but the master assassin's instinct kept him from getting up immediately. He could feel that the elusive demon assassin Akali was nearby, picking out the commander of the troops to attack, Xiao Er silently restrained his breath, he was looking for an opportunity.

But Akali didn't know that the fighters on this side had a BUG-level death cheat that resurrected after death. , The moment she killed a high-level priest, a chilly aura appeared behind her, and Akali turned around abruptly, blocking two icy daggers as thin as cicada's wings with the bone dagger in her hand.

It was a human being who was almost identical to Xiao Er, but he was wearing a black dress. This weird attire coupled with the chill on his body gave him a strange dislocation and distortion. The master assassin in front of him is definitely not Xiao Er, his identity is already revealed.

Hey Shore! You lingering bastard!

The demon assassin Akali screamed with a distorted expression:

It's been pestering me for almost 4 years! Why don't you die!!

Give me what I want...and I'll let you go! You 'delicious' little girl...

Heishor's scarlet tongue licked his lips, and that crazy gesture made Akali feel as cold as a poisonous snake, but before Akali could retort, there was another blow behind her. The sharp breath rushed straight to the back of the heart.

It's Shaw!

Shore who took his chance!

The deadly killing formation formed by the two Shaws made the demon assassin feel the impermanence of fate. But unfortunately, under the extreme malice of fate, she has no way to escape.

On the other side, in the city of New Lordaeron, Arthas held the justice of the holy light and led the imperial power armor knights, like a righteous man shining with holy light, slashing and killing wildly in the demon formation. Behind the Grand Duke, The citizens of the empire who were encouraged to courage also rushed forward instinctively following the shining holy light.

But there are too many demons...

There are too many, even the Shining Plain is full of crazy demon army, this time they are here in full force, this time, they are here for complete destruction.

The Holy Light is above!

Pope Chaldea Morgan propped up a shield of holy light at the port of Baita City to keep the demons out of the city, but when he saw this doomsday scene as predicted in the scriptures, even this A chosen member of the Holy Light, who had seen countless big scenes, felt his heart wavering.

Is this the true strength of the Burning Legion?

Is this the horror scene of the rampant stars?

Azeroth, in the face of these endless demons, is there really a chance of winning?

As if...as if responding to Chaldea's question, at the next moment, a crack in the death world suddenly appeared, splitting above every city in this world.

The black, chilly fissure, a force completely different from the present world, reverberates in this dead world, on this battlefield. Chaldea and the demons who besieged the Baita City Harbor looked up and saw the crack in the crack. Above, a mechanical giant in the color of holy light is holding a heavy mechanical staff, looking at the world from the clouds.

Alonsus Fao.

He was reborn in another form, right here, right here, returning from a dead world to continue defending his people after death.

But he is no longer him, no longer the Pope of the Holy Light, no longer a follower of the Holy Light.

No more fear! No more fear!

We, the dead... are back!

Fao's deep, metallic voice echoed in the port of Baita City. His justice body took a step forward, like a legend parading through the clouds. The mechanical descendants of the Blade Legion are like endless meteors falling from the sky. They are the dead, and they obey the will of death. Whether it is destruction or salvation, they will follow forever.

Devil! Surrender to the Dark Blade Legion!!

justice...

Today...will come true!