The Tree of Reincarnation was planted by the High Lord Tyrion himself in the City of Darkblades.

The tree is the "core" of Azeroth's Dead in the absolute sense of the word. It is like a magical "water pump", absorbing the dead souls from the present world, and then through the transformation within the tree of reincarnation, washing away the memories and past of these dead souls, removing impurities from the souls, and then sending them back to the present world as soul seeds, and putting them into the bodies of those expectant mothers.

As the baby grows, the seed of the pure soul will grow again and draw strength until the time the mother gives birth, and a complete, pure, blank paper baby will be born.

This is the greatest significance of the existence of the Tree of Samsara. It can adjust and soothe souls flowing into the Dead Realm, avoid terrifying soul aberrations like the Dementors, Abyssal Squid, and Eater of a Thousand Faces, and can also allow the death energy within the Dead Realm to flow continuously, avoiding a pool of stagnant water, but the Tree of Reincarnation is not the only one.

It can turn life into death, and fill the soul with this dead world. Then nature can also turn death into life, and send souls that should not die back to the present world.

In the traction of the Tree of Reincarnation at this moment, its pale trunk was like countless lights lit up, and the power of death that lingered on the Tree of Reincarnation began to slowly reverse under the auspices of Malfurion, the polluter. It is like the river of death that flows backwards, through the many signs of the dead world in the present world, the souls who have just been thrown into the dead world are once again sent back to the present world.

In the small town of Lakeside, the demons who rushed into the area set fire to some of the city's buildings, and the fire was burning, and the smoke was everywhere, and they were wreaking havoc to their heart's content. But in times of disaster, there are always brave people, and some veterans organized panicked civilians to set up a temporary defense line in the city, and they commanded the people to fight back with guns against demons.

Although the fight is not accurate, in the panic, there are always people in a hurry. But fortunately, everyone has a gun, and there is no shortage of bullets, and the scene of hundreds of people firing at the same time is still very spectacular, some weak demons will be easily torn apart in this rain of bullets, and those powerful demons will also become weak due to excessive bleeding.

In the city's cemetery, Town Elder Gore was standing blankly.

In the encounter just now, he was cut 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 the state of a soul, and there were many dead civilians around him, all of them in the same daze.

They don't know what's going on.

"Hey!"

A cry rang out behind these souls, and Old Gore turned around to see a soul healer with arms folded, flapping his wings and levitating in the air, looking at them condescendingly.

"Listen! Mortals! ”

The beautiful little sister of the soul healer said in a loud voice in an ethereal voice:

"Lord Tyrion. The command of the Dawn Blade, the power of immortality has filled this world, and now none of you are truly dead. ”

"Find your corpses! Then keep taking up arms and fighting! ”

"Now you're all soldiers!"

The civilians were still a little confused, but at the urging of the soul healer, they rushed into the city as spirits. Ten seconds later, the soul of old Gore stood next to his body with his severed head, and he looked at himself lying in a pool of blood, and he had a very strange and subtle feeling. This is an experience that has never been experienced before, and if you are resurrected like this, will you become an undead?

Old Gore gritted his teeth and lay down in his own corpse. The next moment, the light flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt the temperature of flesh and blood again, and the feeling of being alive, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched his head, the head that was cut off by the demon just now actually returned to normal strangely, but the pain of the head being chopped off was still in his perception, so that Old Gore couldn't help but let out a sad roar.

A demon reappeared from behind him, a hellhound, a disgusting thing that roared and pounced on old Gore with his head in his arms and howling. The latter was also a soldier when he was young, and he was a general of the Stormwind Kingdom, he subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and fought with the fierce hellhound.

A few minutes later, old Gore, who had hacked the hound, was panting against the nearby wall, his chest torn open by the stupid dog, and he felt his soul begin to detach from his body again.

"Huh"

In a flash of light, Old Gore returned to the cemetery, and the souls of a group of dazed civilians were still gathered around him, including the souls of some dead soldiers.

"Huh? Why are you again? ”

It was still the soul healer just now, she looked at Old Gore and let out a puzzled snort, which made Old Gore feel very guilty. He felt that he had wasted the second life that the angel lady had given him.

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

But the soul healer did not sarcastically mock old Gore anymore, she only warned old Gore:

"Don't think you won't die, just because you can waste your life. With the strength of your soul, after a maximum of 15 resurrections, you will enter a state of soul weakness, and if you continue to resurrect, your soul will be damaged, and then you will completely lose your mind and perception, and become a brainless undead..."

"So, the resurrection opportunity that the Great Lord has given you, you'd better save some money."

"I see! I will not fail this gift! ”

Old Gore answered, and ran to the location of his corpse. After this resurrection, the elder Gore endured the physical pain, he hid in a dark alley, collected enough weapons, and gathered a group of strong civilians who dared to fight, and began to fight a guerrilla war against the fierce demons in this 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 rise again.

The people fear the demons because they can easily kill them, they are not afraid of the 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 fight them to the end, and death is no longer a threat...

They have weapons, and they won't die if they are cut down, but as long as the demon is hit, he will be injured and die, and in such a situation, the demon, what is there to be afraid of?

On another continent, the civilization of Kalimdor is suffering from the same situation, but it is no longer the beautiful Little Lady Soul Healer who resurrects them, but the long-lost troll Death Bonsandy. This creature scatters his projections across Kalimdor's Death Landmarkers, returning the souls of those who died in the Demon War to their bodies so that they can continue the fight.

But compared to the peaceful persuasion of the soul healers, when Bonsandy, a broken-mouthed guy, resurrected others, he often accompanied some spicy ridicule, so that every soul who came to him would feel ashamed and self-ashamed.

"Yo, mighty minotaur warrior, your gorgeous and heavy armor doesn't seem to be of much use, it didn't save you, did it? Hahaha. ”

"Wait, this beautiful elven warlock, old Bonsandy is thinking, what did you just lose this glittering soul stone? Or is it the low-key and luxurious soul stone? Oh~ It's okay, you won't need it anyway~ haha"

"Look at you, Death Knight, you're so unprofessional! You should come and see my death's door, it never fails! ”

"Hunter of the Dark Spear Clan, you just wanted to fake your death, right? Phew, you're a shame on the trolls! ”

"Dalaran's mage? Aren't you proficient in teleportation? But I can see that you didn't flash that far away, did you? ”

"You little warrior monk, let old Bang Sandy tell you that no matter how much you turn over on the ground, you can't save you, so let's go fight with the demon honestly!"

"And you, human priest, how did you die so many times? Are you here to fight, or are you here to feel death? Or are you trying to convert? Then you have to talk to old Bonsandy. ”

"Look, there's a shaman here, tsk, all spirits are really with you now."

"Huh~~ Demon Hunter, your souls are all stinky, get out of here!"

Bonsandy sat on top of the tombstone, taunting the slain souls in a way that made him want to punch him in the face.

But his service level is very high, after all, he is a god of death, skilled in means, with a wave of his hand, he can throw those souls back to their corpses, especially on the side of the empire, the offensive of the demons is extremely crazy, but the speed of the resurrection of the warriors can actually overwhelm the speed of the growth of the demons, which shows that Bonsandi has a deep understanding of the power of death.

Of course, this troll Grim Reaper occasionally meets a few special characters.

Like what...

"Huh?"

Bonsandy's eyes caught a human soul in golden armor and a holy sword in his hand, he got up and floated to the soul, looked him up and down, and then said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Yo, isn't this His Majesty Arthas? Why are you here too? This is really an honor for old Bonsandy. ”

The soul of Arthas kept a wooden face and did not speak.

He had just single-handedly slashed down a Doomsday Lord, but he didn't have time to open the Holy Shield, and as a result, he was set on fire by a three-headed lord-level demon, and he came to the graveyard in such a shame, as a person who was particularly concerned, Arthas knew the existence of the power of death in advance. But he never imagined that he would actually experience the feeling of dying once.

And Bonsandy's merciless taunts made Grand Duke Arthas extremely embarrassed.

"You, a powerful paladin, I'm afraid you believe in the wrong holy light, ahahahaha."

Before he could finish speaking, the Master Assassin Shore appeared beside Arthas with a confused expression, and he encountered the demonic Assassin Akali who had been lurking for a long time on the battlefield, only to be pierced through the heart by the two Devourer Fangs in the Assassin's hand during the confrontation.

"Hah, Assassin! Let me guess, you're out there getting yourself in trouble that you can't solve, right? ”

"Shut up!"

Arthas and Shore shouted in unison, but Bonsandy wasn't going to talk nonsense with them anymore. The guy was so addicted that with a flick of his finger, the souls of Arthas and Shore were thrown back onto their corpses.

Shore snapped his eyes open, but the Master Assassin's instinct prevented him from getting up immediately. He could feel that the elusive demonic assassin Akali was nearby, picking the commander of the unit to attack, and Shore silently gathered his breath, he was looking for an opportunity.

But Akali didn't know that the warriors on this side also had the BUG-level "death plug-in" of resurrection after death, she was so strong that the Devourer's Fang in her hand was shining with blood and cold light, and at the moment when she raised her knife and killed a high-ranking priest, a cold aura appeared behind her, and Akali turned around sharply and blocked two ice short swords as thin as cicada wings with the bone dagger in her hand.

It was almost the same human as Shore, but he was wearing a black gown, and this strange outfit combined with the chill on his body had a strange sense of dislocation and distortion. The Master Assassin in front of him was definitely not Shore, and his identity was already being revealed.

"Black Shore! You haunted dog! ”

The demonic assassin Akali screamed with a twisted face:

"I've been pestering me for almost 4 years! Why don't you die!! ”

"Give me what I want... I'll let you go! You 'delicious' little girl..."

Hei Xiaoer's scarlet tongue licked on her lips, and the crazy gesture made Akali feel cold like a poisonous snake, but before Akali could sneer at her, behind her, another sharp aura rushed straight to her heart.

It's Shore!

Shore who seized the opportunity!

The deadly killing array formed by the two Shores made the demon assassin feel the impermanence of fate. But unfortunately, under the extreme malicious persecution of fate, she has no way to escape.

On the other side, in the city of New Lordaeron, Arthas held the justice of the Holy Light, and led the Imperial Power Armor Knights, like the righteous people who shone with the Holy Light, to slash and kill wildly in the demon position, and behind the Grand Duke, the citizens of the Empire who were encouraged to be courageous also instinctively charged forward with the shining Holy Light.

But there are too many demons...

There are too many, even the Plains of Flash is filled with an army of crazy demons, they are pouring in this time, this time, they are here for complete destruction.

"The Holy Light is above!"

Pope Chaldean. Morgan held up the shield of the Holy Light in the port of Baita City to keep the demons out of the city, but the moment he saw this apocalyptic scene like the prophecy in the scriptures, even this Holy Light elect who had seen countless large scenes felt his heart sway.

Is this the true strength of the Burning Legion?

Is this the horror of the stars?

Azeroth, is there really a chance of victory in the face of this endless demon?

Seems... As if in response to Chaldeans' question, in the next moment, a sudden rift in the realm of death cracked open over every city in this world.

Black, a crack that exudes cold air, a power completely different from the present world echoes in this dead realm, above this battlefield, Chaldea and the demons besieging the White Tower City Harbor raised their heads, and saw that above the rift, a mechanical giant of holy light color, holding a heavy mechanical staff, looking at the world in the clouds.

Alonsos. Fao.

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

But he is no longer him, no longer a Pope of Light, no longer a follower of the Light.

"Fear no more! Fear no more! ”

"We, the dead... It's back! ”

Fao's deep, metallic voice echoed through the harbor of the White Tower, his "righteous" body took a step forward, like a legend roaming the clouds, and behind him, the neatly assembled metal warriors, the mechanical gods of the Darkblade Legion, like endless meteors falling from the sky, they were the dead, they obeyed the will of death, whether it was destruction or salvation, they followed them for eternity.

"Demons! Surrender to the Darkblade Legion!! ”

"Justice..."

"Today... It will happen! ”