What is the posture of a life after its death?

Is it a pure soul, or is it a mind detached from spirit and body? Or is it a higher form of existence that cannot be perceived by life?

No one can answer this question, because no one can return from death in its entirety.

But in the wizarding world, mages have a unique way of observing the concept of death, using various magic circles, binding souls, or simply using necromancy to bring back a broken consciousness from the realm of the dead, and some adventurous daring people will try to send their minds into this mysterious world of the dead... Of course, those who dare to try the last method often do not end well.

Neither the realm of death is attached to the exit of a certain world, nor the boundaries of the realm of death are not allowed to enter and exit at will.

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

"Bell"

Casanatyr's fingers tapped lightly on the outer layer of the soul crystal, and the crystal that shone with purple light reverberated crisply, and it placed the crystal in front of his eyes, and in the sunlight, the soul crystal emitted a brilliant light.

Behind him, Varimathas rushed out of the underground hall, the screaming souls wrapped around the claws of the slaying Dreadlord, the ghosts he had ripped out of his body, but the soul it was most interested in had fallen behind the others.

"Rubbish!"

Casanatire looked back at his subordinates and scolded disdainfully:

"Not even a mere human archmage can take it down... I'll have to do it myself! ”

"We... We've cornered him! ”

Nasrezm watched Antonidas fall in a pool of blood, having lost his vital body, and said with some reluctance:

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

"Huh?"

Hearing this rebuttal, Casanatyr let out a dangerous snort in his nose, the looming threat that made Varimatus shut his mouth sensibly and decisively.

"Boom"

The powerful Dreadlord flicked his claws, and a dark green fire of evil energy fell on the corpse of Antonidas, and the moment it touched the flesh, the fire of evil energy began to burn, and Casanatire clasped the soul crystal in his claws and shook it casually.

"Listen, he's still howling... What a tough soul, and on a human level, he's pretty good. ”

Hearing Casanatyr's evaluation, Varimatus stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, it stared at the soul crystal in Casanatyr's hand, its eyes full of greed:

"With such a powerful mage soul, we can resurrect him with Frost Sorrow, turn him into a powerful lich, and make him a burning legion..."

"Click"

Before Valimas's words could be finished, the soul crystal that shone with purple light was crushed violently, and an illusory soul floated out of the crystal, and before it could let out a wail, it was torn apart by Casanatyr.

After all this, Casanatyr turned back to Varimasas and whispered in the ear of the sluggish Dreadlord:

"Don't tell me, you can't see the ambition surging inside the Lich King... Naozu is a hidden one, he carefully reins in his power, waiting for an opportunity to betray the Legion, and you... You, who are stupid enough to keep providing him with a strong enough soul, come to think of it, my poor brother, once the Lich King betrays the Legion, you accomplices... What will happen! ”

"It's... How could this be? ”

Valimassas gritted his teeth and said:

"How dare he? The prisoner we are watching! How dare he betray? You're thinking too much, aren't you? ”

"Hehe, how much do I think?"

Casanaty snorted:

"Then tell me, how could the Raiders of Quel'Thalas, which was single-handedly planned by Tikdios, fail? Lose like that! Do you really think that it was all because of Tikdios's stupidity? Don't be stupid, how can a villain who can push me off the position of First Lord be truly stupid? ”

"Tell me again, when the Lich King's Seal Stone was thrown into Azeroth, did the fraudster shackle that malevolent soul? He just sent you to look after it! Idiot... Why should a soul without any shackles, without any restraints, be loyal to a ferocious master who is thousands of light-years away and has inflicted endless torture on it when it has mastered enough power? ”

"You've all been fooled by it, silly boys, you're too tender... Frostmourn was supposed to be in Tikdios' possession, and now tell me, when did that sword come to the Lich King's hands? ”

Casanatyr looked at the suspicious Varymasas, and a hint of amusement flashed in his black eyes, and he patted Varymatus on the shoulder and whispered:

"Of course, you can not believe me, you have plenty of time to verify everything I said, but you remember, the Lich King may be the product of a whim of fraudsters, but it is your mission, and once it is out of trouble, you jailers who hate it to the extreme, may be surrounded by furious undead, and... Kill them all one by one! ”

"I'll 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 at all!"

Varimatas snorted:

"And the Legion, it's coming soon."

"What if, the Legion loses?"

Casanatyr waved its claw, turned indifferently and took a few steps, it looked back at the loyal Legion, and said softly:

"Blind foolishness is not what a qualified Nasrezm should do, the world of Azeroth is more evil than you think, but my brother, always remember our ancestral teachings, and at all times, find a way out for yourself in advance... Now, go ahead and summon the legions! ”

"Huh"

The heavy Book of Medivan and the scepter of Sargeras, which shone with a dark sheen, were thrown to Varimatus, and Casanatyr's figure vanished into a black bat and disappeared into the chaotic streets, its deep voice echoing through the blood-stained land:

"Tear open the skies for Akmund and its army of destruction, and let the world sink into the flames of destruction... Go, my brother, open one with your own hands... New era! ”

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"The Grand Knight hasn't come back yet... We can't stand it anymore. ”

On the periphery of the portal hall in a corner of Dalaran, the Silver Hand Paladins who have stood here have been badly damaged, and in the face of the increasing number of undead in the city, even the most determined warriors will feel a trace of fear rising in their hearts.

And before their eyes, this gorgeous magical city has shown itself very strong in this sudden disaster, those mages who are still guarding all corners of the city are fighting back in every way, sparks and storms of magic are shining all over the city, and some fierce mages have detonated their mage towers in a desperate situation, destroying them at once along with the surrounding neighborhoods and raging undead.

But the city's overall defenses are empty, or rather, the mages are too confident in their violet barriers, but they may have forgotten that the world's supposedly strongest fortresses are often attacked from within.

"Haven't you unlocked the space lock yet?"

The bloody paladin captain turned around and shouted, "You promised us that it would only take a while!" ”

"It's... This anchor is not made up with a normal magical structure! It's beyond my comprehension... Please give me some more time! ”

Several high-level mages who specialize in teleportation spells are sweating profusely, but the space anchor that envelops the city is personally released by the Dread Demon Kings who specialize in evil magic, and to crack this magic structure, the warlocks should come, not the mages who take the orthodox route, although the lock of the space anchor is being broken little by little, but the speed of destruction is really too slow.

"There's no time!"

The captain of the paladin waved his shield and smashed the spider demon crawling out of the ground, and he looked up to see that the three huge crypt lords were charging rapidly in this direction, and the buildings along the street were all destroyed by their brute force, and the ground shook like a great earthquake.

"Prepare to break out! Everyone, keep up with us! ”

The captain of the paladins roared, but just as they were about to give it a go, a portal suddenly appeared in the portal hall, and between the shattering of the light, the figure of the embarrassed Master Antonidas staggered in place, his robe had been burned by the flames with several holes, and his hair, which was always neatly groomed, became messy.

The moment he appeared, the archmage waved his hands, and the heavy magic power enveloped the small block into a magic barrier, blocking the undead on the periphery.

"Space anchor... I'm going to unravel it. ”

The archmage panted and walked towards the closed portal, and after taking a few steps, his feet were weak, but he was helped up by several mages who were quick to see him, and Master Antonidas said in a difficult voice in an interfering voice:

"The Grand Knight of Tulayan is fighting on the north side of the city, and the undead have opened the Violet Prison, and you all know what dangerous creatures are being held there... I'm going to help him, but I'm going to get you off first. ”

As he spoke, the archmage took off the ancient ring on his finger, looked at the surrounding crowd, and finally placed the ring and a special soul stone in the palm of a female high-level mage in a gesture of support.

"Take it, kid, it holds Dalaran's oldest secrets, and I'll send you out and bring it to Gianna... Or Kel'thugad, and then tell them ... Dalaran's future is in their hands. ”

"No, Archmage, you can come with us..."

This tragic scene moved everyone around him, even those tired paladins looked at Master Antonidas with solemn faces, and in desperate moments, they could always truly see a person's character.

"Don't waste time! Help me up! ”

The archmage roared, and a moment later, with the support of several people, the tired archmage's hands danced in the air, and the purple magic lines intertwined into a complex dizzying spell light in front of everyone's eyes, and after a crisp sound, a flash of the portal in front of him suddenly lit up.

"Go ahead!"

Antonidas braced himself with his icy cane, let out a sigh of hope, his eyes shining with hope and a hint of determination that did not seem to be fake.

"I don't know where this door leads, but even hell is safer than Dalaran is now, go, children! The future of Dalaran and the Human Empire is up to you. ”

"Bang"

As soon as the words fell, a terrible crack appeared in the magic barrier laid by the archmage, and the low roar of the three-headed crypt lord also reached everyone's ears, and under the archmage's order, the young mages who were made to tears by the tragic parting had to pass through the portal in front of them one by one.

"Protect them!"

The archmage turned his back and strolled out of the portal hall, the captain of the paladins behind him nodded fiercely, and then looked back behind him, the back of Antonidas walking alone towards the army of the undead remained in his heart forever.

"Huh"

The captain of the paladin made a standard knightly salute to the archmage's back, and then strode into the portal behind him, at this moment, the undead who rushed forward frantically suddenly stopped, and the archmage's body, which was originally exhausted, also stretched, he turned his head and looked at the empty portal hall, his face was full of sarcasm.

"Look, this is human... A trivial scam can completely disintegrate their fighting spirit and make them go into hell willingly, what a weak creature! ”

"Huh"

The figure of the Dreadlord Bainholler appeared next to the "Archmage", it grabbed its chin, looked at the shining portal in front of it, and whispered:

"Where did you trick them?"

"Hehe... Beneath the depths... 5000 meters! No life can survive in such a place, rest assured, my old brother, Dalaran and its insignificant secrets... Finished! ”

"Let's go, let's go."

Casanatyr casually tossed Antonidas's icy cane into the rubble to the side, and beckoned to Bainholle:

"We went to meet the polluters... That head is full of muscles, idiot! ”

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"Goo-doo... Goo-goo-goo..."

The captain of the paladin struggled in the deep sea, and the moment he stepped out of the portal, he felt the pressure rushing from all directions, the kind of pressure that could crush steel in an instant, and the face of this fearless warrior was stained with blood in an instant.

He struggled in the cold and deep water, and in just 2 seconds, he felt that life was being squeezed out of his body little by little, but the next moment, a cold hand grabbed his arm, and then pulled back violently, as if pulling him into an invisible barrier, after passing through the membrane that resisted the sea, the air, the beautiful air, returned to his body again.

The Paladin Captain was breathing the damp deck, he struggled to brace himself, and the moment his bloodshot eyes opened under the pressure, he saw the unconscious mages around him, as well as a dark figure, at a depth of 5,000 meters.

"Yo, hello, paladin."

Tyrion looked back at the struggling paladins on the deck, he flicked his finger, and a quaint ring with the Kenrito emblem danced on his fingertips, and in his other hand, a soul stone with a purple glow.

The King of the Dark Blades held the Soul Stone to his ear, and he could hear an old voice roaring, his soul full of anger and the despair of being deceived, but in the extreme negativity, there was still a trace of the will that belonged to the guard.

"Hello... Mr. Antonidas, I'm sorry we met under these circumstances, but you have to understand that I've been... I've admired the name for a long time. ”