Azeroth’s Death Track

Mantid are standard cold-blooded creatures.

Like other bugs, they hate cold and like humidity and warmth. In addition, the growth of the unique holy kypa tree also requires a suitable temperature, so most mantid will not take the initiative to enter areas that are too cold In addition, the natural environment of Northrend in the north is not suitable for the survival of the mantid to be honest.

But with Yingjie's ability, they can maintain a considerable level of activity even at such a deadly low temperature on the stormy cliffs. As intelligent creatures, they also know how to use tools to maintain their state in a relatively suitable environment. Through the amber magic unleashed by Iyokuk the Clarity, the few mantid champions in the heart of Northrend haven't had a bad time.

It's a pity that their current situation cannot be solved by amber magic.

The injury of the Supreme is extremely terrible, its body is filled with a large amount of pure death energy, these cold forces are not only preventing the self-healing of Ke Erfan's body, but also constantly pulling the weak soul of the Supreme from its body. The seriously injured body was driven away bit by bit, and even the amber magic invented by the Supreme to preserve the body of the hero could not be launched due to the pressure of death.

But the physical conditions of the other five heroes are no better than the supreme one...

The body of the uninjured Malik with the strongest defense is covered with cold and terrible frostbite. Its limbs and the insect wings on its back have lost all sensation, and the faint blue light spot is on its ice-cold body. Floating on the body, in the compound eyes that originally shone like a warrior's blade, there were only traces of sparks beating blankly, as if the soul under this body had been annihilated.

Such is the price of recklessly passing through the fog of death created by the high lord Tyrion... and passing through the gate of death naturally leaves something behind.

The staff of the dragon mist is not an embellishment carried by the great lord, it is more like a weapon like the Ashbringer and the apocalypse, but this staff converts the power of death into fog, but it is better than the long sword The attack is even more insidious. Between the fog of death power, every inch of the skin of the creatures that stray into it will be close to the essence of death, and the cold, withered, and withered power will seep into the body. , constantly circulating in the flesh and blood, depriving the purest life force, and then the...soul under the body.

How many souls can face death?

Cough, cough

Among the Yingjie, the clear man Yiyukuk, who is still struggling to maintain consciousness, has a mask made of blue ice on his praying mantis-like cheeks, but it is not voluntary. This Yingjie with the most powerful mental power What he felt in the fog of death was more and more direct than his brothers... It is very clear that the reason why these creatures who dared to swing their swords at the great lord are still alive is not because of their own strength Strong enough or lucky enough, purely because the High Lord doesn't want them to die...

That's all.

He spared them, but definitely not out of pity...

You... saved us?

Iyokuk was carried by a strange mantid on his back and was advancing in the cold inner sanctum of Ulduar. Between the beating and buzzing of the insect wings, it felt that it was getting closer and closer to that icy hell. Far away, this made the swaying mind of the sorcerer Yingjie begin to calm down.

Facing the inquiry from the Clear One, Kil'ruk the Windreaper, who had not seen him for a long time and was flying with the Supreme One on his back, replied softly:

I didn't save you...it was part of the agreement.

What... protocol?

The Clarity continued to ask, but the next moment, when it saw the exquisite wooden armor on the body of the Wind Reaver and the emblem carved on the armor, it had already got the answer.

You... joined, Blightcaller?

Yes, I joined, bro.

The Wind Feeder didn't seem to want to say too much on this issue, but the Clear One seemed unwilling to let it go. The dying hero questioned with his last anger:

Why? You know it, they...destroyed the Klaxxi! They...they destroyed...our, reincarnation...our...home, and faith... the most important...

Because I don't want to see you die in this place far from home...

Windreaper's answer was full of its identity as a mantid glory knight. It flapped its insect wings and led the mantid behind it to the secret teleportation point set up in the inner sanctuary by the Blightcaller at the fastest speed. , through there, it can send its brothers in dire condition back to the Emerald Sanctuary of Drustvar, where the Seed of Life, full of life power, can rescue them from the border of death.

They didn't force me, I didn't get brainwashed by them, Iyokuk, you are the smartest of us, you have to understand, you are involved in some very dangerous things, and I can't just watch you die like this In this darkened crypt, you say faith?

On the face of the Wind Reaver, under the mantid-style black amber goggles, in the compound eyes, a wave flashed:

I exchanged my beliefs for your lives. I think it's worth it, so don't ask any more. We will have a lot of time to discuss these in the future...

The clear man's voice stagnated, and he didn't know if it was because the power of death had soaked into its body, or because it had already got the answer it wanted. In short, the flight became calm again, until another voice sounded, A voice that made Iyokuk feel very familiar.

When Kil'ruk came to persuade us, I also thought it was crazy, but maybe this time, it was right.

It was the mantid who carried the clear one on his back and didn't fly forward. Iyokuk could swear that he had never seen this mantid, nor heard this voice, but at this moment, he heard it from it. A sense of familiarity... This feeling is very strange.

Who are you?

The lucid one struggled to move its frozen neck. It lowered its head and looked at the mantid below it with its compound eyes. The latter snorted and said with a hint of dissatisfaction:

Who else? Who do you think made the potion to maintain the souls in your broken bodies?

Shakriel?

Hearing the word potion, Iyokuk reacted, and it let out a low exclamation:

How could it be you? I saw with my own eyes that you were killed by that scorching big bird...

Yes! I know, I was eaten! My body was torn apart. I still can't forget the pain. It was the same pain as being thrown into the molten hell.

The strange mantid said in an eerie voice:

But guess what? You thought I was dead, and I thought I was dead too, but behind our new boss stood a terrible force, they took my soul out and poured it into this body now, So that I can continue to serve them... well, let me tell the truth, you guys will go through this process in a while... don't frown, your body is dead, you are more than anyone Be aware of this, when you entered the mist, your bodies were already killed.

The heartbroken Xia Kelier, who has regained his new life, complained endlessly:

This is the saddest thing, my brother Iyokuk, you have no choice, you die because you don't want to serve them, and after you die, they still have a thousand ways to make you bow to them , For them, death...is just the beginning of another journey, but considering that this body is quite useful, so I will accept this cruel fact for now, and I advise you as a person who has experienced it, Take it too.

In the face of death, we... have no right to choose, so take it as a novel journey, which may make your heart easier to accept.

The persuasion of the poisonous man made the clear man silent for a few seconds, and then the caster asked again:

Since you are still alive, Rikar the Cutter, Kaztic the Manipulator, Nirnak the Blood Summoner, Chitar the Deathcaller...they also...

Yes, brother.

Several other strange mantid who kept flying with the dying heroes on their backs answered almost in unison:

We're alive again.

But don't bring it up now...that's not a pleasant thing to do.

cough!

A cough stopped all the chatter. Behind Kil'ruk the Windreaper, the Supreme One opened his eyes again. The oldest hero among the heroes, the absolute leader of all the heroes seems to have heard the words of the heroes. To communicate, it used its only movable left hand to pat the armor on the Windreaper.

No! Put me down! Kil'ruk, don't take me to the...pagan temple! I won't go! Let me...down!

You need treatment now, my lord!

Wind Reaver responded:

You can be cured there. If you don't want to join the Blightcaller, you can leave after the treatment is over. No one will force you to convert. Supreme One, hold on, we're almost there!

No! You don't understand, Kil'ruk, not this.

The Supreme One is very stubborn. At the moment of dying, the compound eyes of the heroic leader shone with stubbornness:

Put me down, I have something... to tell you.

Oh well.

The Wind Reaver respects the Supreme, as it said, in the era it lived, it grew up listening to the legends of the Supreme and other heroes. Facing the strong request of the Supreme, Kil'ruk could not refuse , it flapped its wings as thin as ice, landed in the corner of the dark hall, and then carefully placed the severely damaged cold body of the Supreme on the ground.

Ke Erfan, the original hero is breathing hard at this time, like a dying person, it can no longer see the things in front of it, there is only darkness in front of it, it gropes around its waist, where is its most A familiar weapon, a scarlet amber crescent axe, was made from the amber of the first surviving Kaipa sacred tree after the mantid started reincarnation, and it has accompanied the Supreme for more than ten thousand years.

Other mantid heroes surrounded the Supreme One, and those who were seriously injured were put aside. The Heartbreaker injected green medicine into their broken bodies to maintain the last trace of vitality in their bodies.

I'm dying.

The Supreme One lowered his head. It felt that its strength and life were passing away rapidly, but this ancient warrior was not afraid of death. After seeing the last flesh and blood of the Supreme Being annihilated by Tyrion just now, its life existed It has no meaning, it has given everything for its faith, and now, it has nothing in its hands.

Its soul is dead.

In the era when I was born, the call of the ancient venerable was the mantid...ahem...the most sacred mission, that is our...faith, the source of our strength, in order to welcome back the ancient venerable, we Initiated a brutal and bloody cycle...that continues to this day.

The Supreme One's voice was bleak, but its voice became steady, like a flashback before the annihilation of a living being. Its worm-like claws stroked the weapon in its hand, like a dying veteran on the battlefield of the last battle.

Between my several times of deep sleep and waking up, I can always hear those incongruous voices, my descendants, your predecessors, among the countless generations of mantid, some people will question whether this eternal reincarnation is really worth it... Sending the youngest warriors into battle is like breeding the most vicious bug kings, and only the strongest survive, it's cruel, I admit it... it's cruel.

But this kind of cruelty is the only gift this world gives to the mantid. It is the proof of our race's civilization. Its importance has even surpassed the belief of the ancient venerable... If there is no reincarnation, Then the madly growing mantid will fall into chaos; if there is no reincarnation, the order we have maintained for tens of thousands of years will soon fall apart; if there is no reincarnation, the desire for destruction in our blood will make us the enemy of the whole world... .If there is no reincarnation, then we will lose... ourselves.”

I am not blindly following faith. My brothers, the voice of the ancient venerable has supported me in fighting for more than 10,000 years, but I did not wield my weapon because of faith. It is reincarnation...I want to maintain this sacred and Cruel traditions, maybe you can't understand, but that's not important, but if you want to live on... it's important.

The master has fallen, and I saw it being strangled by death with my own eyes. We have lost our faith, and we can no longer lose reincarnation! That is the only pillar that maintains our existence!

Snapped

When the Supreme One was on the verge of dying, he held the worm limb wrist of Kil'ruk, the windbreaker who was half kneeling in front of him, coughing hard, and the green blood mixed with black ice slag flowed from it Flowing in the wound, it said word by word:

Reincarnation can't stop! It can't die... Promise me! It can't... die!

Reincarnation will not stop! Lord Ke Erfan.

Kil'ruk replied in a deep voice:

They promised me that the cycle of mantid will not stop, we will enter another divine and truly eternal cycle, our civilization will not die like the aqir empire, the mantid will live forever in Azeroth... We will become the most important part of this world...he promised me himself!

The Wind-Reaver did not say who he was, but the Supreme One knew what he meant.

The next moment, the scarlet crescent ax stained with the blood of the Supreme was stuffed into Kil'ruk's hands, and the Supreme announced with a final voice:

Then, from today onwards, Kil'ruk the Windbreaker, you will become the new Supreme! You will become the leader of Yingjie... the guardian of reincarnation, and the guide...

The Supreme Being looked around with completely dimmed eyes, and it asked softly:

Who has an opinion?