Like other bugs, they hate cold and like humidity and warmth. In addition, the growth of the unique Kaipa Sacred Tree also requires a suitable temperature, so most mantids will not take the initiative to enter areas that are too cold.
To be honest, the natural environment of the Northrend continent is not suitable for the survival of mantid.
But with the ability of the heroes, they can still maintain a considerable level of activity in the deadly low temperature of the Storm Cliffs. As intelligent creatures, they also know how to use tools to maintain their status in a relatively suitable environment.
Through the amber magic released by Ijokuk the Clear, several mantid heroes did not have a bad life in the hinterland of Northrend.
Unfortunately, their current situation can no longer be solved by amber magic.
The injuries of the Supreme were extremely terrible, and its body was filled with a large amount of pure death energy. These cold forces not only prevented the self-healing of Korfan's body, but also continuously drained the weak soul of the Supreme from its body.
The severely injured body was expelled bit by bit, and even the amber magic invented by the Supreme to preserve the hero's body could not be deployed due to the pressure of death.
But the physical condition of the other five heroes is no better than that of the Supreme...
The body of Marik, the uninjured man with the strongest defense, is covered with cold and terrible frostbite. Its limbs and insect wings on its back have lost all feeling. Blue light spots shine on its cold and ice-like body.
Floating on the body, in the compound eyes that originally shone as firmly as a warrior's blade, there were only traces of blankly beating sparks, as if the soul under this body had been annihilated.
This is the price of recklessly crossing the fog of death created by the great lord Tyrion... and crossing the door of death, naturally you have to leave something behind.
The Dragon Mist Staff is not an accessory carried by the great lord. It is more like a weapon like the Ashbringer and Apocalypse. However, the attack method of this staff by converting the power of death into mist is better than that of a long sword.
The attack is more insidious. In the mist that is filled with the power of death, every inch of skin of the creature that strays into it will be close to the essence of death, and the cold, withered, withered power will penetrate into the body.
, constantly flowing in the flesh and blood, depriving the purest life force, and then there is... the soul under the body.
How many souls can face death?
"Cough, cough"
Among the heroes, the lucid Iyokuk, who is still struggling to maintain consciousness, has a mask made of blue ice on his mantis-like cheeks, but it is not of his own free will. This hero with the most powerful mental power has
It felt more and more directly in the mist of death than its brothers... It knew very well that the reason why these creatures who dared to wield swords against the great lord were still alive was not because of their own strength.
They are strong enough or lucky enough, just because the big 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 behind by a strange mantid, advancing in the cold inner hall of Ulduar. Between the flapping and buzzing of the insect wings, it felt that it was getting closer and closer to the icy hell.
Far away, this made the wizard's constantly swaying mind begin to calm down.
When faced with the inquiry from the Clear One, the Wind Reaver Kil'ruk, who had not been seen for a long time and was flying with the Supreme One on his back, replied softly:
"I didn't save you...it's part of the deal."
"What...agreement?"
The Clear One continued to ask, but the next moment, when it saw the exquisite wooden armor on the Wind Reaver's body and the emblem carved on the armor, it already got the answer.
"You...joined the Wither?"
"Yeah, I'm in, bro."
The Wind Reaver didn't seem to want to say too much on this issue, but the Clear One didn't seem to want to let it go. The dying hero asked with his last anger:
"Why? You know clearly that it was them... who destroyed Klaxxi! It was them... they destroyed... our reincarnation... our... home, and our faith...
The most important thing..."
"Because I don't want to see you die in this place far away from home..."
The Windreaver's answer was in line with its identity as a "Mantid Knight of Glory". It flapped its insect wings and led the mantids behind it as quickly as possible to the secret teleportation point set up in the inner sanctum of the Wither.
, through there, its brothers who are in extremely bad condition can be sent back to the Emerald Holy Land of Drustvar, where the Seed of Life, full of life power, can save them from the border of death.
"They didn't force me, and I wasn't brainwashed by them. Iyokuk, you are the smartest among us. You have to understand that you are involved in some very dangerous things, and I can't just watch you die.
In this dark cave, what do you mean by faith?"
On the face of the Wind Reaver, under the mantid-style black amber goggles, a wave of waves flashed in the pair of compound eyes:
"I exchanged my faith for your lives. I think it is worth it, so don't ask anymore. We will have a lot of time to discuss this in the future..."
The clear one's voice stopped, and I don't know whether it was because the power of death was infiltrated into its body, or because it had gotten the answer it wanted. In short, the flight became calm again, until another voice sounded,
A voice that sounded very familiar to Iyokuk.
"When Kelluk came to persuade us, I thought it was crazy, but maybe this time, it is right."
It was the mantid that was flying forward with the Clarity on its back that was speaking. Ijokuk could swear that it had never seen this mantid or heard this voice, but at this moment, it heard it from it.
A hint of familiar feeling... This feeling is very strange.
"Who are you?"
The clear one's neck was frozen due to the difficult movement. It lowered its head and looked at the mantid beneath it with its compound eyes. The latter snorted and said with a hint of dissatisfaction:
"Who else could it be? Who do you think made the potion to maintain the souls in your broken bodies?"
"Shakriel?"
Hearing the word "potion", Iyokuk reacted and let out a low exclamation:
"How could it be you? I saw with my own eyes that you were raped by that scorching big bird..."
"Yes! I know, I was eaten! My body was torn into pieces. 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, but there is a terrible force behind our new boss. They took my soul out and poured it into this body.
So that I can continue to serve them... Okay, let me tell you the truth, you guys will also go through this process in a while... Don't frown, your body is already dead, you are better than anyone else
Know this, when you enter the mist, your body has already been "killed"."
The poisonous person Shakriel who regained his "rebirth" complained endlessly:
"This is the saddest thing. My brother Iyokuk, you have no choice at all. You died because you were unwilling to serve them. However, after your death, they still have ten 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, I will accept this cruel fact for the time being, and I advise you as a person who has experienced it,
Accept it too."
"In the face of death, we...have no choice yet, so just treat it as a novel journey, which may make your heart easier to accept."
The poisonous person's persuasion made the clear person silent for a few seconds, and then the spell caster asked again:
"Since you are still alive, then Rikar the Slicer, Kaztic the Manipulator, Nirnak the Blood Summoner, and Chital the Death Summoner also died that night... they also..."
"Yes, brother."
Several other strange mantids who kept flying with the dying hero on their backs almost answered in unison:
"We are also alive again."
"But don't mention it now...it's not a pleasant thing to do."
"cough!"
A cough stopped all the chatter. Behind the Wind Reaver Kil'ruk, the Supreme opened his eyes again. This oldest hero among the heroes, the absolute leader of all the heroes seemed to hear the heroes.
To communicate, it used its only left hand that could still move to slap the armor on the Wind Reaver.
"No! Let me down! Kil'ruk, don't take me to...the pagan temple! I won't go! Let me...down!"
"You need treatment now, Prime!"
Windreaver responded:
"You can be cured there. If you don't want to join the Blighters, you can leave after the treatment is over. No one will force you to convert. Supreme One, hold on, we are almost there!"
"No! You don't understand, Kelluk, that's not it."
The Supreme Being is very stubborn. At the moment when he was about to die, the frost-infested compound eyes of this heroic leader shone with stubborn light:
"Put me down, I have something... to tell you."
"Oh well."
The Wind Reaver respects the Supreme One very much. As it said, in the era it lived in, it grew up listening to the legendary stories of the Supreme One and other heroes. Faced with the Supreme One's strong request, 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.
Korfan, the original hero, was breathing hard at this time, like a dying man. He could no longer see the things in front of him. There was only darkness in front of him. He was groping for his waist, where was his most important thing.
A familiar weapon, a crimson amber crescent axe. It was a weapon made from the amber of the first sacred Kaipa tree that came to life after the Mantid began reincarnation. It has been with the Supreme for more than ten thousand years.
Other mantid heroes surrounded the Supreme One, and those who were seriously injured were placed beside them. The Poisonous Heart injected green potion into their broken bodies to maintain the last trace of vitality in their bodies.
"I'm going to die."
The Supreme One lowered its head. It felt that its power and life were passing away rapidly, but this ancient warrior was not afraid of death. After just seeing with his own eyes the last flesh and blood of the Ancient Supreme Being being annihilated by Tyrion, its life existed.
It has no meaning anymore, it gave everything for its faith, and now, it has nothing in its hands.
Its soul is already dead.
"In the era when I was born, the call of the ancient lord was the mantid...ahem...the most sacred mission, that is our...belief, the source of our power. In order to welcome back the ancient lord, we
Initiated a cruel and bloody reincarnation...that continues to this day."
The Supreme's voice was dull, but its voice became steady, like a flashback before the annihilation of life. Its insect-like claws caressed the weapon in its hand, like a dying veteran on the battlefield of the last battle.
"Between my several slumbers and awakenings, I can always hear those discordant voices. My descendants, your predecessors, and countless generations of mantids will all question whether this eternal reincarnation is really worth it...
Sending the youngest warriors into the battlefield is like cultivating the most vicious insect king. Only the strongest ones can survive. This is cruel, I admit...it is cruel."
"But this cruelty is the only gift this world gives to the Mantid. It is the proof of the civilization of our race. Its importance has even surpassed the belief of the ancient sages themselves... If there is no reincarnation,
Then the mantid that grows crazily 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 entire world.
.If there is no reincarnation, then we will lose... ourselves."
"I do not blindly follow faith. My brothers, the voice of the ancient sages has supported me in fighting for more than ten thousand years, but I do not wield weapons because of faith. It is reincarnation... I want to maintain this sacred and
You may not be able to understand this cruel tradition, but that is not important, and if you want to continue to live...this is very important."
"The master has fallen. I saw it being strangled by death with my own eyes. We have lost our faith. We can no longer lose reincarnation! That is the only pillar to maintain our existence!"
"Pa"
When the Supreme One was dying, it struggled to hold the insect limb wrist of the Wind Reaver Kil'ruk who was half-kneeling in front of him. It coughed with difficulty, 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!"
"The reincarnation will not stop! Lord Korfan."
Kelluk replied in a deep voice:
"They promised me that the reincarnation of the Mantid will not stop, that we will enter another sacred and truly eternal reincarnation, that our civilization will not die like the Yaqi Empire, and that the Mantid will exist in Azeroth forever...
We will become the most important part of this world... He promised me personally!"
The Wind Reaver didn't say who "he" was, but the Supreme One already understood what he meant.
The next moment, the scarlet crescent ax stained with the blood of the Supreme was thrust into Kilruk's hand, and the Supreme declared with his last voice:
"Then, from today on, Kil'ruk, the Wind Reaver, you will become the new Supreme! You will become the leader of the heroes... the guardian and guide of reincarnation..."
The Supreme Being's completely dimmed eyes looked around, and it asked softly:
