Azeroth’s Death Track - Chapter 1191

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The Tree of Reincarnation was planted in the Dark Blade City by Lord Tyrion himself.

This tree is the “core” in the absolute sense of Azeroth’s dead world. It is like a magic “water pump”, drawing the dead souls from the present world, and then through the internal transformation of the tree of reincarnation, wash away the memory and past of these dead souls, remove impurities from the soul, and then treat them as souls 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 soul seed will grow again and draw strength until the mothers give birth, a completed, pure, white paper-like baby will be born.

This is the greatest meaning of the existence of the tree of reincarnation. It can adjust and soothe the souls that flow into the dead world, avoid the appearance of terrifying soul aberrations like dementors, abyssal squids and thousand-faced devourers, and also allow the continuous flow of death energy inside the dead world to avoid a pool of dead water , But the tree of reincarnation is not the only one.

It can transform life into death, so that the soul can fill this world of death. Then nature can also turn death into life, and return souls that should not die back to the present world.

In the traction of the tree of reincarnation at this moment, its pale trunk seemed to be lit by countless lights, and the death force lingering on the tree of reincarnation began to relax under the auspices of Malfurion the polluter. Reverse slowly. Just like the river of death in the countercurrent, through the many signs of the dead world in the present world, the souls who have just been thrown into the dead world are sent back to the present world again.

In the small town of the lakeside town, the demons who rushed into the place lit some buildings in the city, the fire was burning, and the smoke was everywhere, and they were raging. But at the time of the disaster, there were always courageous people. Some veterans organized panic civilians to establish temporary defenses in the city. They commanded the people and used firearms to fight back the demon.

Although the fight was not accurate, there was always someone running around in a panic. Fortunately, there is a gun in hand, and there is no shortage of bullets. The scene of hundreds of people shooting at the same time is still spectacular. Some weak demons will be easily torn apart in the rain of this bullet, and those powerful demons will also because of Bleeding too much and becoming weak.

In the city’s cemetery, the town elder Gore was staying blankly.

In the encounter just now, he was chopped off by an angry guard who rushed out of the darkness, but he found that he did not die immediately, but came to this cemetery in his soul, beside him, There are many civilians who died, they are all the same dazed.

They don’t know what happened.

“Hey!”

A shout rang behind these souls. Old Gore turned around and saw a soul healer with arms folded flapping his wings, suspended in the air, and looked at them from the top.

“Listen! Ordinary people!”

The beautiful Miss Soul Healer said in an ethereal voice:

“Under the order of Lord Tyraon. Blade of Dawn, the undead power has filled this world, and now you will not really die.”

“Go and find your corpses! Then continue to take up arms and fight!”

“Now you are all soldiers!”

The civilians were a little bit confused, but at the urging of the soul healers, they rushed into the city with their souls. Ten or more seconds later, Old Gore’s soul stood beside his chopped head. He looked at himself falling in the pool of blood. He had a strange and subtle feeling. This is an unprecedented experience, just resurrected, will it become an undead?

Old Gore gritted his teeth and lay in his body. At the next moment, as soon as his eyes flashed, he felt the temperature of flesh and blood again, and the feeling of being alive. He reached out his hand subconsciously and touched his head. The head that had just been cut by the demon had recovered strangely. Normal, but the pain of being chopped off his head remained in his perception, so that old Gore couldn’t help but utter a wail.

A demon reappeared from behind him. It was a hellhound, and this disgusting thing roared at the old Gore who was howling. The latter was a soldier anyway when he was young, or a general in the Storm Kingdom. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him, and beat him with the fierce hellhound.

A few minutes later, the old Gore who had hacked the hound leaned against the wall next to him, his chest was ripped open by the stupid dog, and he felt his soul start to separate from his body again.

“Uh”

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

“Huh? Why are you again?”

Still the soul healer just now, she looked at Old Gore and made a suspicious hum, which made Old Gore feel very guilty. He felt that he wasted his second life given by the angel lady.

“Go back and find the body! Keep fighting!”

But the Soul Healer did not satiate Old Gore anymore, she just warned Old Gore:

“Don’t think that you won’t die, you can waste your life casually. With the strength of your soul, after a maximum of 15 resurrections, 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, the Lord Lord has given you a chance to be resurrected. You better save your time.”

“I get it! I won’t live up to this gift!”

Old Gore responded and ran to the place where his body was. After this resurrection, the old Gore strong endured the physical pain. He hid in a dark alley, collected enough weapons, and summoned a group of civilian brave men who dare to fight dare, in this burning city In the middle, began a guerrilla war with the fierce demons.

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

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

But now, even if they are torn to pieces by the demons, they can still be resurrected and continue to work to the end. Death is no longer a threat…

They have weapons and will not die if they are cut down, but as long as the demon is hit, it will be injured and die. Under such circumstances, what is the fear of the demon?

On another continent, Kalimdor’s civilization is also suffering the same situation, but they are no longer a beautiful soul healer sister who is resurrected, and replaced by the long-standing troll Bongsandi. This guy scattered his projections across the Kalimdor’s dead-end road signs, sending the souls who died in the demon war back to their bodies, so that they could continue to fight.

But compared with the peaceful persuasion of the soul healers, when the Bangsandi guy gave resurrection to others, he often accompanied some spicy taunts, so that every soul who came to him would feel shameless and self-confidence. .

“Yo, powerful Tauren warrior, the gorgeous and heavy armor on you seems useless, it didn’t save you, right? Hahaha.”

“Wait, this beautiful elf warlock, old Bang Sandy is thinking, what did you lose just now, is this glittering soul stone? Or is that low-key luxury soul stone? Oh~ it’s okay, You can’t use it anyway~ haha”

“Look at you, death knight, you are really unprofessional! You should come and see my door to death, it never fails!”

“Hunter of the Darkspear clan, did you just want to die? Yeah, you can really embarrass the troll!”

“Mage in Dalaran? Are you proficient in teleportation? But I can see that you did not flash that far, right?”

“You little monk, let the old Bang Sandy tell you, no matter how you turn over the ground, you can’t save you. Let’s fight with the devil honestly!”

“And you, the human priest, why did you die so many times? Are you here to fight for war, or to come to understand death? Or, do you want to change your faith? That must be said to Old Sandy. “

“Look, there is a shaman here, babble, mortal spirit is really with you now.”

“Huh~~ Devil Hunter, your soul is stinky, roll fast!”

Bangsandi sat on the tombstone, taunting the souls that had been killed. The bad attitude made people want to punch him in the face.

However, his service level is very high. After all, he is an accumulated death, with skillful means, he can throw those souls back to their bodies with a wave of his hand, especially on the empire side, the demon attack is extremely crazy, but the warrior is resurrected The speed can actually overwhelm the growth rate of the devil, which shows that Bunsandi has a deep understanding of the power of death.

Of course, the troll Grim Reaper occasionally encounters several special characters.

such as…

“what?”

Bunsandi’s eyes noticed a human soul wearing golden armor and carrying a holy sword. He got up and floated to the soul, looked at him up and down, and then said with a trace of sarcasm:

“Yo, isn’t this His Majesty Arthas? Why are you here too? This is really an honor for Old Sandy.”

Arthas’s soul didn’t speak with a blank face.

He had just cut off a doomsday lord with a single sword, but he didn’t have time to open the holy shield. As a result, he was set on fire by the three-headed lord-level demons. Know in advance the existence of the power of death. But he never imagined that he would actually feel the feeling of dying once.

And the merciless sarcasm of Bunsandi made the Grand Duke Alsace extremely embarrassing.

“Your powerful paladin, I am afraid you believe the Holy Light wrongly, ha ha ha ha ha.”

The voice of the assassin master Shoal also appeared beside Arthas, and he met the long-delayed demon assassin Akali on the battlefield. When he singled out, he was in the hands of the assassin. The two teeth of the devourer pierced the heart.

“Ha, assassin! Let me guess, you must have caused trouble you couldn’t solve outside, right?”

“To shut up!”

Arthas and Shore shouted in unison, but Bang Sandy no longer intended to talk nonsense with them. The guy was overly addicted, and with a swipe of his finger, Alsace and Shore’s souls were thrown back on their bodies.

Shore opened his eyes violently, but Master Assassin’s instinct didn’t get up immediately. He could feel that the ghostly demon assassin Akali was nearby, picking the commander of the army to start, and Shoal quietly calmed his breath, he was looking for an opportunity.

But Akali did not know that this warrior still had the BUG-level “death plug-in” that was resurrected after death. She thrived, and the teeth of the devourer in her hand were shining with blood and cold light. At the moment of killing a high-level priest, a cold breath appeared behind her, and Akali swiftly turned back, blocking the two thin cicada-like daggers with a bone dagger in her hand.

It was almost the same human as Shoal, but he was wearing a black dress. This eccentric dress, coupled with the chill of his body, had a strange sense of misalignment and distortion. The master assassin in front of him is definitely not Shore, and his identity is ready to come out.

“Black Shore! Your eclectic dogs and debris!”

The demon assassin Akali screamed distortedly:

“I’ve been entangled for almost 4 years! Why don’t you die!!”

“Give me what I want… I’ll let you go! Your little girl, “delicious”…”

Black Shore’s scarlet tongue licked on his lips, and the madness of the bone marrow made Akali feel as cold as a viper, but he hadn’t waited until Akali sneered. A sharp breath rushed to the back.

It’s Shore!

Shaw who seized the opportunity!

The fatal killing of two Shores made the demon assassin feel the fate of fate. But unfortunately, under the extremely malicious persecution of fate, she has no way to escape.

On the other side, in the city of New Lordaeron, Arthas, holding the justice of the Holy Light, with the imperial power knight, such as the Justice of the Shining Light, madly hacked in the demon position, behind the Grand Duke, The imperial citizens who were encouraged to courage instinctively charged forward with the shining holy light.

But there are too many demons…

Too many, even the flashing plains are filled with crazy demon army, this time they came from the nest, this time, they came for complete destruction.

“The Holy Light is on!”

Pope Chaldean Morgan held up the shield of the Holy Light at Baita City Port to keep the demons out of the city, but even when he saw this scene of the last days as predicted in the Scriptures, even this The voters of Holy Light who have seen countless big scenes feel the sway of their hearts.

Is this the real strength of the Burning Legion?

Is this the terrifying scene of the stars?

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

As if…as if responding to Chaldean’s questions, at the next moment, the abrupt crack of the dead world broke open in every city in this world.

Black, with a crack that exudes coldness, a completely different force in this side of the dead world, echoing above this battlefield, the Chaldeans and the demons who besieged Baita City Port raised their heads and saw that crack Above, a mechanical giant of holy light color is holding a heavy mechanical staff to look at the world in the clouds.

Alonzos Fau.

He was reborn in another posture, right here, right here, returning from the dead world and continuing to defend his people after his death.

But he was no longer him, no longer a Pope of Light, and no longer a believer of Light.

“No more fear! No more fear!”

“We, the dead… are back!”

Faona’s low, metallic sound reverberates at Baitacheng Port, his “justice” body takes a step forward, like the legend of the traveling cloud, behind him, the neat and tight metal warriors, dark The mechanical descendants of the Blade Army, like the endless meteor falling from the sky, they are the dead, they follow the will of death, whether they are destroyed or saved, they follow eternal life.

“Demon! Submit to the Legion of Dark Blades!!”

“justice…”

“Today…it will be realized!”

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