Azeroth’s Death Track

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What is the posture of a life after death?

Is it a pure soul, or is it separated from the thinking of spirit and flesh? Or is it a more advanced form of existence that cannot be perceived by life?

No one can answer this question, because no one can fully return from death.

But in the magic world, the mages have a unique way to observe the concept of death. They will use various magic circles to restrain the soul, or simply use the necromantic magic to recall the crippled consciousness from the dead world, and some like to take risks. Bold people will try to send their own thinking into this mysterious world of the dead... Of course, those who dare to try the last method will often not have a good ending.

Whether it is the exit of the world of death attached to a certain world, or the boundaries of the world of death, ordinary souls will not be allowed to enter and exit at will.

So even in the mysterious world of magic, death is still an extremely mysterious concept...

"clang"

Casanatir's fingers tapped lightly on the outer layer of the soul crystal, and the crystal that shone with purple light gave a clear echo. It placed the crystal in front of his eyes, and in the sunlight, the soul crystal emanated It can be called a bright light.

Behind him, Varimathras rushed out of the underground hall, and the screaming soul wrapped in the claws of the feared demon king, those ghosts that were pulled out of the body by him, but the soul he was most interested in , But has fallen behind others.

"waste!"

Casanatil looked back at his subordinates and scolded disdainfully:

"I can't even take down a great human magi... I have to shoot it myself!"

"We... we have driven him to a dead end!"

Nasrezm watched Antonidas fall in the pool of blood, and had lost his body of life activity. It was reluctant to say:

"Even if you don't come, we can..."

"Ok?"

Hearing this rebuttal, Cassanatier made a dangerous hum in his nose. The threat that was faintly made Varimathras shut his mouth rationally and decisively.

"boom"

The powerful fear demon lord flicked his claws, and a dark green fiery fire fell on the body of Antonidas. At the moment of contact with the flesh, the fiery fire started to burn, Kasanati Er buckled the soul crystal in his paws and shook it.

"Listen, he's still howling...it's a tough soul. At the human level, he's already very good."

Hearing Casanathir’s assessment, Varimathras stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. It stared at the soul crystal in Casanathir. His eyes were full of greed:

"With such a powerful mage soul, we can completely resurrect him with Frostmourne, turn him into a powerful lich, and let him be the Burning Legion..."

"Click"

Before Varimathras’s words were finished, the soul crystal that shone with purple light was crushed, and an illusory soul floated out of the crystal. Without wailing, Casanathir Torn up.

After doing all this, Casanathir turned back, approaching Varimathras, and whispered in the ear of the dreaded Demon King:

"Don’t tell me, you can’t see the surging ambition of the Lich King... Ner'zhul is a concealer, he carefully converged his strength, waiting for a chance to betray the legion, and you...you , I was still stupid enough to continue to provide him with a strong enough soul, think about it, my poor brother, once the Lich King betrayed the Legion, you accomplices... what will end!"

"This... how could this be?"

Varimathras gritted his teeth and said:

"How dare he? The prisoner under our care! How dare he betray? Do you think too much?"

"Oh, how much do I think?"

Casanatier snorted:

"Then tell me, how could the Quel'Thalas Raiders planned by Tichondrius fail? Lose that way! Do you really think that everything is due to the stupidity of Tikdios? Don't be silly, one How can a villain who can push me from the position of the first lord be truly stupid?"

"You tell me again, when the seal stone of the Lich King was thrown into Azeroth, did the fraudster shackle the wicked soul? He just sent you to take care of it! Idiot...no Any yoke, without any bound soul, when it has enough power, why should it be loyal to a fierce master who has endured endless torture far away?

"You are all fooled by it, silly boys, you are so tender... Frostmourne should have been held by Tichondrius himself, and now tell me when the sword will be in charge of the Lich King ?"

Casanatir looked at the suspected Varimathras. A flash of play flashed in his black eyes. He patted Varimathras's shoulder and whispered:

"Of course, you can not believe me, you have enough time to verify everything I said, but you remember, the Lich King may just be a trial product of the fraudster's whim, but it is your mission, once it Out of trouble, you jailers hated to the extreme by it, maybe you will be surrounded by furious undead, and... one by one, kill them all!"

"I will check it myself, but now, as long as the great demon comes to this world, as long as the legion destroys this world, the Lich King has no chance to betray!"

Varimathras snorted:

"And the Legion will come soon."

"In case, the legion lost?"

Casanathir waved his paws, turned around and walked a few steps indifferently. He looked back at Valimathas, who was loyal to the legion, and said softly:

"Foolish loyalty is not something qualified Nasrezm should do. The world of Azeroth is more evil than you think, but my brother, always remember our ancestors. Find a better way ahead for yourself...Now, go and summon the Legion!"

"Uh"

The heavy book of Medivh and the scepter of Sargeras shining in darkness were thrown to Varimathras. The figure of Casanathil turned into a black bat and disappeared into the chaotic streets. Its low The voice echoed on the blood-stained ground:

"Tear this sky apart for Archimonde and its army of destruction, and let the world indulge in the flames of destruction...Go, my brother, open a new era with your own hands!"

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"The big knight hasn't returned... we can't hold it anymore."

Outside the portal hall in the corner of Dalaran, the Paladins holding the silver hand here have been seriously damaged. In the face of the increasing number of undead in the city, even the most determined soldiers will feel a trace of heart rising. Fear.

In front of them, this magnificent city of magic is very strong in this sudden disaster. The wizards who are still guarding all corners of the city are fighting back in every way. The sparks and storms of magic are everywhere in the city. Shining, there are still some strong-minded mages who have detonated their mage towers in desperation, destroying them together with the surrounding streets and the raging undead.

But the city’s overall defense is empty, or the mages have too much confidence in their violet enclaves, but they may forget that the world’s most sturdy fortresses are often captured from within. .

"Isn't the space lock unlocked yet?"

The **** fighting captain of the Paladin turned around and shouted: "You promised us that it only takes a while!"

"This... this anchor is not made with normal magic structures! It is beyond my understanding... please give me some more time!"

Several high-level mages specializing in teleporting spells were sweating anxiously, but the space anchor that enveloped the city was personally released by the fear demon masters specializing in magic magic. To crack this magic structure, the warlocks should come. Instead of the wizards who took the orthodox route, although the lock of the space anchor was destroyed little by little, the rate of destruction was actually too slow.

"Time is running out!"

The captain of the Paladin waved his shield and smashed the spiders crawling out of the ground. He looked up. The three-headed crypt lord was quickly charging in this direction, and the buildings along the street were destroyed by their brute force. Moving between the mountains, it was like an earthquake.

"Ready to break through! Everyone, keep up with us!"

The captain of the Paladin shouted, but at the moment they were ready to let go, a portal suddenly appeared in the portal hall. Between the broken lights, the figure of the embarrassed Master Antonidas appeared staggering in place. The robe on his body had been burned out by several holes in the flames, and his neat and tidy hair had become messy.

At the moment of appearance, the Archmage waved his hands, and the thick magic power shrouded a magic barrier around this small block, blocking the undead from outside.

"Space anchor... Let me untie it."

The Archmage gasped towards the closed portal, and after a few steps, he was soft under his feet, but was picked up by a few quick-sighted Masters. Master Antonidas said in a difficult voice:

"The Grand Knight Turalyon is fighting on the north side of the city. The undead opened the Violet Prison. You all know what dangerous creatures are held there... I'm going to help him, but I have to send you away first."

Speaking, the Archmage dropped the quaint ring on his finger, looked around at the crowd, and finally placed the ring and a special soul stone on a female high in a gesture of solitude In the palm of the Master Mage.

"Take it, kid, there are the oldest secrets of Dalaran inside, I will send you out, take it to Jaina...or Kel'Thuzad, and tell them...the future of Dalaran , They are in their hands."

"No, Grand Master, you can join us..."

This tragic scene moved everyone around. Even the tired Paladins looked at Master Antonidas solemnly. In the desperate moment, they could always really see a person's character.

"Don't waste time! Help me get up!"

The Archmage roared, and a few moments later, with the help of several people, the tired Archmage's hands were dancing in the air, and the purple magic line was intertwined into a complex dizzy spell in front of everyone's eyes. The flashing portal in front of me suddenly lit up.

"Go!"

Antonidas supported his body with a cane of ice. He let out a breath, his eyes shining with hope and a decisive decision.

"I don't know where this door leads, but even **** is safer than Dalaran now, go, children! The future of Dalaran and the human empire will be given to you."

"Wow"

As soon as the words fell, there was a terrible crack in the magic barrier under the archmage. The low roar of the three-headed crypt lord also came into everyone's ears. The young mage had to pass through the portal in front of them one by one.

"Protect them!"

The Archmage turned his back and wandered out of the portal hall. The Paladin captain behind him nodded fiercely, then looked back, and Antonidas walked alone to the undead army and his back remained forever in his heart.

"Uh"

The captain of the paladin made a standard knight salute to the back of the archmage, and then strode into the portal behind him. At this moment, the crazy forward undead suddenly stopped, and they were exhausted to the extreme. The Archmage's body also stretched out, and he turned around, looking at the empty portal hall, his face full of sarcasm.

"Look, this is mankind... a trivial scam that can completely disintegrate their fighting spirit and allow them to walk into **** willingly, really a weak creature!"

"Uh"

The figure of the fear demon Bernholler appeared next to the "Mage". It grabbed his chin and looked at the shining portal in front of him. He whispered:

"Where did you deceive them?"

"Hehe... under the deep sea... 5000 meters! No life can survive in that kind of place, rest assured, my old brother, Dalaran and its trivial secrets... it's over!"

"let's go."

Casanathir, who appeared in his original form, threw Antonidas' ice cane into the ruins on the side, and he beckoned to Bernholler:

"Let's greet the polluter... That brain is full of muscles, idiot!"

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"Gutter...Gutter Gumble..."

The captain of the Paladin struggled in the deep sea. When he stepped out of the portal, he felt the pressure from all directions. The pressure that could crush the steel in an instant, so that the face of the fearless warrior immediately dipped Full of blood.

He struggled hard in the icy deep water, just a short 2 seconds, he felt life was squeezed out of his body bit by bit, but the next moment, a cold hand caught him His arm, and then pulled back violently, as if pulling him into an invisible enclave. After passing through the film that resisted the sea water, the air, the beautiful air, returned to his body again. .

Captain Paladin breathed **** the wet deck. He tried to prop up his body. At the moment when his **** eyes opened due to the heavy pressure, under the 5,000 meters of deep sea, he saw the surrounding The unconscious mage, and a dark figure.

"Yo, hello, Paladin."

Tyrion looked back at the struggling Paladin on the deck. He flicked his finger, a quaint ring with the Kirin Tor emblem beating at his fingertips, and another in his other hand. The soul stone haunting the purple light.

The King of Dark Blade put the soul stone in his ear, he could hear an old voice roaring, and his soul was full of anger and cheated despair, but in the extreme negative emotions, still kept a touch Belong to the guardian will.

"Hello...Mr. Antonidas, I'm sorry we met in this situation, but you have to understand that I have been...for a long time.

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