Mantis demons are standard cold-blooded creatures.

Like other insects, they hate the cold, prefer humidity and warmth, and the growth of the unique Kepa Sacred Tree also needs a suitable temperature, so most mantis demons will not take the initiative to enter too cold areas, and the natural environment of the Northland Northrend continent is not suitable for the survival of mantis demons to be honest.

But with Yingjie's ability, they can also maintain a considerable degree of activity in such deadly low temperatures of the Storm Cliffs, and as intelligent creatures, they also know how to use tools to maintain their state in a relatively suitable environment, through the amber magic released by Ijo Cook the Clearer, several Mantis Demon Yingjie are not bad in the hinterland of the Northrend continent.

Unfortunately, their current situation is no longer something that amber magic can solve.

The Supreme One's injuries were extremely terrifying, its body was filled with a large amount of pure death energy, these cold forces not only prevented the self-healing of Kirvan's body, but also drove the Supreme One's weakened soul from its seriously injured body little by little, and even the amber magic invented by the Supreme One to preserve the heroic body was unable to be carried out due to the pressure of death.

And the other 5 heroes are not in any better physical condition than the Supreme One...

The body of the most powerful and uninjured mantis, Malik, was covered with cold and terrible frostbite, its limbs and the insect wings behind it had lost consciousness, and the faint blue light floated on its cold and ice-like body, and in the compound eyes that originally shone as firmly as a warrior's blade, only a trace of dazed sparks remained, as if the soul under this shell had been annihilated.

That's the price of the reckless crossing of the Mists of Death created by the High Lord Tyrion... And after passing through the door of death, naturally there is something left behind.

The Staff of the Dragon Mist is not an ornament that the Great Lord carries with him, it is more like a weapon like the Ember Bringer and the Apocalypse, but the way this staff transforms the power of death into fog is more insidious than the attack of the long sword, between the mist full of death power, every inch of the skin of the creature that strays into it will be closely attached to the essence of death, and the cold, withered, withered power will seep into the body, constantly circulating in the flesh and blood, stripping away the purest life force, And then there's what's under the shell... Soul.

How many souls can face death?

"Ahem, ahem"

The mantis-like cheeks of the Clearer Ijo Cook, who still struggled to maintain consciousness, were covered with a mask made of blue ice, but it was not voluntary, the most powerful Hero felt more and more directly in the fog of death than his brothers... It knew very well that the reason why these creatures who dared to swing their swords at the Great Lord was still alive was not because they were strong enough or lucky, but simply because the Great Lord didn't want them to die...

That's all.

He spared them, but definitely not out of pity...

"You... Saved us? ”

Carrying behind a strange mantis demon, Ijo Cook made his way through the cold inner sanctum of Ulduar, and between the flapping and humming of its wings, it felt itself farther and farther away from the icy hell, which calmed the swaying mind of the mage Yingjie.

And in the face of the inquiries of the Clear, Kruck the Stormsweeper, who had not been seen for a long time and had been flying on his back, replied softly:

"I didn't save you... This is part of the agreement. ”

"What... Agreement? ”

The Clear One continued to ask, but the next moment, when it saw the delicate wooden armor on the Stormsweeper's body, and the insignia carved into it, it had already been answered.

"You... Joined, Blightcaller? ”

"Yes, I joined, brother."

The Storm Raider didn't seem to want to say much about it, but the Clearer didn't seem willing to let it go, and the dying hero questioned in his last rage:

"Why? You know, it's them... Ruined Karaksi! It's them... They destroyed ... Ours, reincarnation... Our... Home, and, faith... The most important thing..."

"Because I don't want to see you die in this place far from home..."

The Wind Reaver's answer is relevant of its status as the "Mantis Glory Knight", and with a flap of its wings, it leads the mantis demons behind it to the secret teleportation point set up by the Blightcaller in the inner sanctum as fast as possible, through which it can send its brethren back to the Emerald Sanctuary of Drusva, where the seeds of life, imbued with life power, can save them from the borders of death.

"They didn't force me, I wasn't brainwashed by them, Iyo Cook, you're the smartest of us, you have to understand, you're involved in something very dangerous, and I can't just watch you die in this dark crypt, you say faith?"

On the face of the Wind Raider, under the mantis-demon-style black amber goggles, a trace of waves flashed in the compound eyes:

"I used my faith to get your lives back, and I think it's worth it, so don't ask again, we'll have a lot of time to discuss these in the future..."

The Clearer's voice froze, not knowing if it was because the power of death had soaked into its body, or because it had gotten the answer it wanted, but the flight calmed down again until another voice rang out, one that sounded familiar to Ijo Cook.

"When Kruck came to persuade us, I thought it was crazy, but maybe this time, it was right."

It was the mantis demon who carried the Clear One and did not fly forward, and Ijo Cook could swear that it had never seen or heard this voice, but at this moment, it heard a familiar feeling in it... This feeling is very weird.

"Who are you?"

The Clarity struggled to move its frozen neck, it lowered its head and looked at the mantis demon beneath it, who snorted and said with a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Who else could it be? Who do you think made the potion that sustains the souls in your broken bodies? ”

"Shakril?"

Hearing the word "potion", Ijo Cook reacted, and let out a low exclamation:

"How could it be you? I've seen with my own eyes, you've been swept away by that big burning bird..."

"Yes! I know, I'm being eaten! I still can't forget the pain of being torn apart, the pain of being thrown into a molten hell. ”

The strange mantis demon said in an eerie voice:

"But guess what? You thought I was dead, and I thought I was dead, but behind our new boss stood a terrible force that had drained my soul and poured it into my present body so that I could continue to serve them... Well, I'll be honest, you're going to have to go through this process in a while... Don't frown, your bodies are dead, you know this better than anyone else, and by the time you enter the mist, your bodies have been "killed". ”

Shakril, the "new-hearted" poison-hearted, chattered about:

"That's the saddest thing, my brother Ijo Cook, you don't have a choice, you die because you don't want to serve them, and yet after you die, they have ten thousand ways to make you bow to them, for them, death... It's just the beginning of another journey, but considering that this body is quite useful, I'll accept this cruel fact for the time being, and I advise you to accept it as a person who has come before. ”

"In the face of death, we... If you don't have a choice, think of it as a novel journey, which may make it easier for your heart to accept. ”

The Poison Heart's persuasion silenced the Clearer for a few seconds, and then the caster asked:

"Since you are still alive, then the same people who died that night were Rical the Cutter, Kaztik the Manipulator, Nilnak the Summoner of Blood, and Kitar the Summoner of the Dead... They're also..."

"Yes, brother."

Several other strange mantis demons who were constantly flying with their dying heroes replied almost in unison:

"We're alive again."

"But don't talk about it now... That's not something to feel pleasant about. ”

"Ahem!"

A cough brought all the chatting to a halt, and behind Kruck the Stormsweeper, the Supreme opened his eyes again, the oldest hero of the Heroes, the absolute leader of all the Heroes, who seemed to hear the Heroes' communication, and slapped the armor of the Stormcatcher with its only movable left hand.

"Nope! Put me down! Kruk, don't take me... A temple of pagans! I'm not going! Let me... Get down! ”

"You need to be healed now, Supreme One!"

The Storm Sweeper responded:

"You can be cured there, if you don't want to join the Blightcast, you can leave after the healing is over, no one will force you to convert, Supreme One, hold on, we're almost there!"

"Nope! You don't understand, Kruck, it's not this. ”

The Supreme One was very stubborn, and at this moment of dying, the frost-stricken compound eyes of the heroic leader shone with stubbornness:

"Put me down, I have something... To tell you. ”

"Okay, then."

The Storm Reaver revered the Exalted, as it said, in the era in which it lived, it had grown up listening to the legends of the Exalted One and other heroes, and in the face of the Supreme One's strong demands, Kruk could not refuse, flapping its wings as light as ice, landing in the corner of the dark temple, and then carefully placing the severely damaged cold body of the Supreme on the ground.

Courvan, the original hero, was breathing with difficulty, like a dying man, unable to see what was in front of him, only darkness in front of it, groping around his waist, where it had its most familiar weapon, a scarlet amber crescent axe, a weapon made from the amber of the first living Kepa sacred tree after the mantis demon opened the reincarnation, which had accompanied the Supreme for more than 10,000 years.

The other Mantis Demon Heroes gathered around the Supreme One, while the badly injured ones were placed aside, and the Poison Heart infused their broken bodies with green potions to maintain the last vestiges of their bodies.

"I'm going to die."

The Supreme One lowered its head, it felt its power and life passing by at a rapid pace, but this ancient warrior was not afraid of death, after seeing the last flesh of the Ancient Venerable annihilated by Tyrion just now, its life existence was meaningless, it had given everything for its faith, and now, its hands were empty.

Its soul is dead.

"When I was born, the summoning of the Ancient Venerable was the Mantis Demon... Ahem... The most sacred mission, that's ours... Faith, the source of our strength, in order to welcome back the Ancient Venerable, we launched a cruel and bloody reincarnation... It has continued to this day. ”

The Supreme One's voice was soothing, but it became steady, like a reflection of the light before the annihilation of the living, its bug-like claws caressing the weapon in its hand like a dying veteran of the final battle.

"Between my slumber and awakening, I have been able to hear those incongruous voices, and my juniors, your predecessors, and countless generations of mantis demons, will have people question whether this eternal reincarnation is really worth it... Sending the youngest warriors into battle is like raising the most vicious worm kings, and only the strongest will survive, it's cruel, I'll admit... It's cruel. ”

"But this cruelty is the only gift this world gives to the mantis demon, it is the proof of the civilization of our race, and its importance has even surpassed the belief of the ancient venerable itself... If there is no reincarnation, then the crazy mantis demon will fall into chaos; Without reincarnation, the order we have maintained for tens of thousands of years will quickly fall apart; Without samsara, the thirst for destruction in our veins would make us enemies of the whole world... If there is no samsara, then we will lose... Myself. ”

"I, I don't blindly follow faith, my brothers, the voice of the Ancient Venerable has supported me to fight for more than 10,000 years, but I don't wield weapons because of faith, it's reincarnation... I want to maintain this sacred and cruel tradition, maybe you can't understand it, but it doesn't matter, and if you want to continue to live... That's important. ”

"The Juggernaut has fallen, I have seen it strangled by death, we have lost our faith, we cannot lose reincarnation again! That's the only thing that holds us together! ”

"Smack"

At the end of his life, the Supreme One struggled to clasp the wrist of the Storm Raider Kruk, who was half-kneeling in front of him, and coughed with difficulty, and the green blood mixed with black ice slag flowed from its wound, and it said word by word:

"Reincarnation can't be stopped! It can't die out... Promise me! It can't... Demise! ”

"Reincarnation doesn't stop! Lord Kirvin. ”

Kruck replied in a deep voice:

"They promised me that the reincarnation of the Mantis Demon will not stop, that we will enter another sacred and truly eternal reincarnation, that our civilization will not die out like the Yaki Empire, and that the Mantis Demon will live forever in Azeroth... We will be the most important part of this world... He promised me personally! ”

The Storm Sweeper didn't say who "he" was, but the Supreme knew what he meant.

The next moment, the scarlet crescent axe, stained with the blood of the Supreme One, was stuffed into Kruk's hand, and the Supreme One announced in his final voice:

"Then, from this day forward, Krruk the Wind Slayer, you will be the new Supreme One! You will be the leader of the Heroes... Become the guardian of reincarnation, and the guide..."

The Supreme One's eyes, which had been completely dimmed, looked around, and it asked softly:

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