The Tree of Reincarnation was planted in Darkblade City by Lord Tyrion himself.
This tree is the absolute "core" of the Death World in Azeroth. It is like a magical "pump" that absorbs the souls of death from the present world, and then washes away these through the transformation within the Tree of Reincarnation.
The memory and past of the dead soul are removed, and the impurities in the soul are removed, and then they are sent back to the present world in the form of soul seeds and put into the bodies of expectant mothers.
As the baby grows, the pure soul seed will grow again and absorb strength, until when the mother gives birth, a complete, pure, and blank 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 Death World, avoid the appearance of terrifying soul aberrations like dementors, abyss squids and the Thousand-faced Devourer, and can also prevent death within the Death World.
The energy flows continuously to avoid the situation of a pool of stagnant water, but the tree of reincarnation does not only have this function.
It can transform life into death and allow souls to fill the world of death. Then nature can also transform death into life, sending souls that should not have died back into the living world.
Under the tug of the Tree of Reincarnation at this moment, its pale trunk seemed to be lit up with countless lights. The power of death lingering on the Tree of Reincarnation began to slow down under the auspices of the Defiler Malfurion.
Slowly reverse. Just like the river of death flowing backward, through the many landmarks of the world of death in the present world, the souls that have just been thrown into the world of death are sent back to the present world again.
In the small town of Lakeside Town, the demons that rushed here set fire to some buildings in the city. The fires were burning and smoke was everywhere. They were wreaking havoc. But in times of disaster, there are always courageous people, some veterans.
They organized the panicked civilians and established a temporary defense line in the city. They directed the people and used firearms to fight back against the demons.
Although the shooting is not accurate, there are always people who are in a panic. But fortunately, everyone has a gun and there is no shortage of bullets. The scene of hundreds of people shooting at the same time is still very spectacular. Some weak demons are in this hail of bullets.
They will be torn apart easily, and those powerful demons will become weak due to excessive bleeding.
In the city cemetery, Mayor Gore was staying there blankly.
In the encounter just now, his head 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 his soul, beside him,
There were many dead civilians, and they were all equally confused.
They don't know what happened.
"Hey!"
A shout sounded behind these souls. Old Gore turned around and saw a soul healer with his arms folded, flapping his wings, suspended in the air, looking down at them.
"Listen! Mortals!"
The beautiful soul healer lady said loudly in an ethereal voice:
"According to the orders of High Lord Tyrion Dawnblade, the power of immortality has filled this world, and now you will not really die."
"Go find your bodies! Then continue to pick up your weapons and fight!"
"Now you are all soldiers!"
The civilians were still confused, but at the urging of the soul doctor, they rushed into the city as souls. More than ten seconds later, the soul of Old Gore stood on his own body with his head chopped off.
As he looked at himself lying in a pool of blood, he had a very strange and subtle feeling. This was an experience he had never had before. If he was resurrected like this, would he become an undead?
Old Gore gritted his teeth and lay in his body. The next moment, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt the temperature of flesh and blood again, as well as the feeling when he was alive. He subconsciously reached out and touched his own body.
The head, which had been chopped into pieces by the demon just now, strangely returned to normal, but the pain of having his head chopped into pieces still remained in his perception, making Old Gore couldn't help but let out a cry of grief.
A demon reappeared from behind him. It was a hell hound. This disgusting thing roared and pounced on Old Gore, who was holding his head and howling. The latter had been a soldier when he was young, and he was once the general of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and started fighting with the ferocious hell hound.
A few minutes later, Old Gore, who had chopped the hound to death, leaned against the wall next to him, panting. A scar was torn open on his chest by the stupid dog. He felt that his soul began to leave his body again.
"Shua"
In a flash of light, Old Gore returned to the cemetery. Around him were still gathered the souls of a group of bewildered civilians, including some souls of dead soldiers.
"Huh? Why is it you again?"
It was the same soul healer just now. She looked at Old Gore and let out a confused hum, which made Old Gore feel very guilty. He felt that he had wasted the second life given to him by this angel lady.
"Go back and find the body! Keep fighting!"
But the soul healer no longer satirized Old Gore, she just warned him:
"Don't waste your life just because you think you won't die. With the strength of your soul, after being resurrected a maximum of 15 times, you will enter a weak state of soul. If you continue to be resurrected, your soul will be damaged and you will completely lose your mind.
and perception, becoming a brainless undead..."
"So, you'd better use the resurrection opportunity given to you by the great lord sparingly."
"I know! I will not live up to this gift!"
Old Gore responded and ran to the location of his body in a familiar way. After this resurrection, Old Gore endured the physical pain. He hid in a dark alley and collected enough weapons.
A group of strong civilians who dared to fight were gathered together, and they began to fight a guerrilla war against the ferocious demons in the burning city.
In 30 minutes, almost everyone in the city died almost once, but everyone also knew the secret of the immortal power, which made the panic atmosphere in the city become high again.
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 you are torn into pieces by the demons, you can still be resurrected and continue to fight them to the end. Death is no longer a threat...
They have weapons and will not die if they are cut down, but demons will be injured and die as long as they are hit. In this case, what do demons have to fear?
On another continent, the civilization of Kalimdor is also suffering from the same situation, but it is no longer the beautiful soul healer who resurrects them, but the troll god of death, Bwonsamdi, who has not shown up for a long time.
This guy dispersed his projections on the Death Realm beacons throughout Kalimdor, sending the souls of those who died in the demonic war back into their bodies so that they could continue to fight.
But compared to the peaceful persuasion of the soul healers, Bwonsamdi, a talkative guy, often adds some bitter ridicule when resurrecting others, making every soul who comes to him feel ashamed and ashamed.
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"Hey, powerful tauren warrior, the gorgeous and thick armor on your body seems to be of no use. It can't save you, can it? Hahaha."
"Wait a minute, this beautiful elf warlock, old Bwonsamdi is thinking, what you lost just now is this sparkling soul stone? Or the 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 so unprofessional! You should come and see my Death's Door, it never fails!"
"Hunter of the Darkspear clan, did you just want to fake your death? Bah, you really embarrassed the troll!"
"Mages of Dalaran? Aren't you proficient in teleportation? But I saw that your flash spell just now didn't move very far, right?"
"You little monk, let old Bwonsamdi tell you, no matter how much you turn around on the ground, I can't save you, just go and fight the demon!"
"And you, human priest, why have you died so many times? Are you here to fight or to understand death? Or do you want to change your beliefs? You must talk to old Bwonsamdi about that.
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"Look, there's a shaman here. Tsk, tsk, tsk, now all spirits are really with you."
"Eh~~ Demon Hunter, your souls stink, get out of here!"
Bwonsamdi was hanging on the tombstone, taunting the souls that had been killed crazily. His attitude was so bad that it made people want to punch him in the face.
But his service level is very high. After all, he is a god of death with many years of experience. He is skillful and can throw those souls back to their corpses with a wave of his hand. Especially on the empire's side, the demons' offensive is extremely crazy, but the warriors are resurrected.
The speed can actually exceed the speed of the demon's growth, which shows Bwonsamdi's profound understanding of the power of death.
Of course, this troll god of death occasionally encounters a few special characters.
for example...
"Huh?"
Bwonsamdi's eyes noticed a human soul wearing golden armor and holding a holy sword. He stood 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 feel honored."
The soul of Arthas remained silent.
He had just killed a Doom Lord with a single sword, but before he could activate the Holy Shield, he was attacked by three lord-level demons, and ended up in the cemetery in disgrace. As a person of special concern, Arthas was
He knew the existence of the power of death in advance. But he never thought that he would actually experience the feeling of dying.
Bwonsamdi's ruthless ridicule made Grand Duke Arthas extremely embarrassed.
"You, a powerful paladin, may have mistakenly believed in the Holy Light, hahahahaha."
Before he finished speaking, Master Assassin Xiao also appeared next to Alsace with a confused look on his face. He met the demon assassin Akali who had been lurking for a long time on the battlefield. As a result, he was killed by the assassin during a duel.
Two Devourer fangs pierced the heart.
"Ha, assassin! Let me guess, you must have caused trouble outside that you can't solve, right?"
"Shut up!"
Arthas and Shore scolded them in unison, but Bwonsamdi no longer wanted to talk nonsense to them. This guy was so addicted to his mouth that with a wave of his finger, the souls of Arthas and Shore were thrown back to their corpses.
superior.
Shaw opened his eyes suddenly, but the instinct of the master assassin prevented him from getting up immediately. He could feel that the elusive demon assassin Akali was nearby, selecting the commander of the unit to attack, and Shaw calmed down silently.
Breath, he is looking for an opportunity.
But Akali didn't know that the soldiers on this side had a bug-level "death plug-in" that resurrected after death. She was so excited to kill that the Devourer's Fang in her hand shone with the cold light of blood, and just as she raised the knife in her hand, it fell
, the moment she killed a high-level priest, a cold breath appeared behind her. Akali turned around suddenly and blocked two ice daggers as thin as cicada wings with the bone dagger in her hand.
It was a human being who looked almost the same as Xiao, but he was wearing a black dress. This weird outfit, coupled with the coldness on his body, gave him a weird sense of dislocation and distortion. The master assassin in front of him was definitely not Xiao.
Well, his identity is already revealed.
"Black Shore! You haunting bastard!"
Demon Assassin Akali screamed with a distorted face:
"You've been pestering me for almost 4 years! Why don't you just die!!"
"Give me what I want...and I'll let you go! You 'delicious' little girl..."
Black Shore's scarlet tongue licked her lips. The crazy gesture made Akali feel as cold as a poisonous snake. But before Akali could retort, there was another one behind her.
The sharp breath rushed straight to the back of his heart.
It's Shore!
Shore took advantage of the opportunity!
The deadly killing formation formed by the two Shores made the Demon Assassin feel the impermanence of fate. But unfortunately, under the extremely malicious force of fate, she had no way to escape.
On the other side, in the city of New Lordaeron, Arthas holds the justice of the holy light and the knights in imperial power armor, like a man of justice shining with the holy light, slashing and killing crazily in the demonic position. Behind the Grand Duke,
The citizens of the empire who were encouraged to have courage also instinctively charged forward following the shining holy light.
But there are too many demons...
There are so many that even the shining plains are filled with crazy demonic armies. This time, they are coming in full force. This time, they are coming for complete destruction.
"Holy light is above!"
Pope Chaldea Morgan held up a shield of holy light at the White Tower City Port to keep the demons out of the city, but when he saw this doomsday scene as predicted in the scriptures, even this
The Chosen One of Holy Light, who had seen countless big scenes, felt his mind swaying.
Is this the true strength of the Burning Legion?
Is this the terrifying sight of the stars?
Azeroth, facing these endless demons, does it really have a chance of winning?
As if...as if in response to Chaldea's question, at the next moment, cracks in the world of death suddenly appeared, cracking open over every city in this world.
Black, cold cracks, a completely different force from the real world, echoed in this world of death and on this battlefield. Chaldea and the demons besieging the White Tower City Port raised their heads and saw the cracks.
Above, a mechanical giant in the color of holy light is holding a heavy mechanical staff and looking at the world from the clouds.
Alonsus Fao.
He was reborn in another form, right here, right here, returning from the world of death and continuing to defend his people after death.
But he is no longer him, no longer the Holy Light Pope, no longer a Holy Light believer.
"No need to be afraid anymore! No need to be afraid anymore!"
"We, the dead...are back!"
Faao's low, metallic voice echoed in the White Tower City Port. His "righteous" body took a step forward, like a legend patrolling the clouds. Behind him, the neatly arranged metal warriors, dimly
The descendants of the mechanical gods of the Blade Legion are like endless meteors falling from the sky. They are the dead. They obey the will of death. Whether it is destruction or salvation, they will follow it forever.
