Chapter 487 20. Soul Catcher --- Add Updates for All Brothers Who Donate [14/20]

Chapter 487 20. Soul catcher --- add more for all brothers who donate [1420]

What kind of attitude does a life exist after death?

Is it a pure soul, or a mind separated from 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 returns whole from death.

But in the magical world, mages have a unique way to observe the concept of death. They will use various magic circles to bind the soul, or simply use necromantic magic to call back the incomplete consciousness from the realm of death, and some are adventurous The bold ones will try to send their thoughts 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 a certain world attached to the realm of death, or the boundary of the realm of death, ordinary souls will not be allowed to enter and exit at will.

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

"clang"

Kassanatil's fingers tapped lightly on the outer layer of the soul crystal, and the crystal that shone with purple light made a crisp echo, and it placed the crystal in front of its eyes. Under the sun, the soul crystal emitted It can be called a bright light.

Behind him, Varimathras rushed out of the underground hall, and the claws of the fearful demon king who was killing him were entwined with howling souls. Those were all ghosts that he pulled out of his body, but the soul he was most interested in , but has fallen behind others.

"waste!"

Casanatiel looked back at his subordinates and scolded disdainfully:

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

"We...we've cornered him!"

Nasrezim looked at Antonidas lying in a pool of blood, his body already deprived of life, and he said unwillingly:

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

"Um?"

Hearing this rebuttal, Casanatiel let out a dangerous snort from his nose. The faint threat made Varimathras shut his mouth rationally and decisively.

"boom"

The powerful Dreadlord flicked his claws, and a cloud of dark green fel fire landed on Antonidas' body. The moment it touched the flesh and blood, the fel fire began to burn blazingly. Cassanati Er held the soul crystal in his paw, and shook it casually.

"Listen, he's still howling... What a tough soul. From a human perspective, he's pretty good."

Hearing Kassanatier's evaluation, Varimathras stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. It stared at the soul crystal in Kassanatier's hand, and its eyes were full of greed:

"Such a powerful mage soul, we can use Frostmourne to revive him, turn him into a powerful lich, and let him serve the Burning Legion..."

"click"

Before Varimathras finished speaking, the soul crystal shining with purple light was crushed abruptly, and an illusory soul floated out of the crystal. tear it up.

After doing all this, Kassanatyr turned around, approached Varimathras, and whispered in the ear of the sluggish Dreadlord:

"Don't tell me, you can't see the ambition surging in the heart of the Lich King... Ner'zhul is a hidden man, he carefully restrains his power, waiting for an opportunity to betray the Legion, and you... you , to be so stupid as to keep providing him with powerful enough souls, think about it, my poor brother, once the Lich King betrays the Legion, you accomplices...what will happen to you!"

"This...how could this be?"

Varimathras gritted his teeth and said:

"How dare he? That prisoner under our care! How dare he betray? Are you thinking too much?"

"Hehe, I think too much?"

Casanatiel snorted:

"Then tell me, how did the Raiders of Quel'Thalas planned by Tichondrius fail? Lost like that! Do you really think that all this is because of Tichondrius' stupidity? Don't be stupid, a How can a villain who can push me down from the position of first lord be really stupid?"

"Tell me again, when the Lich King's Sealing Stone was thrown into Azeroth, did the Deceiver put the shackles on that vicious soul? He just sent you to watch over it! Idiots...one who didn't With any shackles, a soul without any restraints, when it has mastered enough power, why should it be loyal to a vicious master who is thousands of light years away and has inflicted endless torture on it?"

"You've been lied to by it, fools, you're too young... Frostmourne was supposed to be held by Tichondrius himself, now tell me when did the sword belong to the Lich King ?”

Casanatir looked at the skeptical Varimathras, a hint of amusement flashed in its black eyes, it patted Varimathras on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Of course, you don't have to believe me, you have enough time to verify everything I said, but you remember, the Lich King may be just a whim experiment product of fraudsters, but it is your mission, once it Get out of trouble, you jailers who are hated by it to the extreme, may be surrounded by furious undead, and then... kill them all one by one!"

"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, it will come soon."

"What if the legion loses?"

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

"Blindly loyal is not what a qualified Nathrezim should do. The world of Azeroth is more evil than you imagine, but my brother, we must always remember our ancestors' precepts. Find a way out for yourself in advance... Now, go, summon the legion!"

"swish"

The thick Book of Medivh and the scepter of Sargeras shining with dark luster were thrown to Varimathras, Kassanatyr's figure turned into a black bat and disappeared on the chaotic street, its low voice The voice echoed across the blood-stained land:

"Rip this sky open for Archimonde and his destructive army, and let this world drown in the flames of destruction...Go, my brother, and open a...new age with your own hands!"

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"The great knight hasn't come back yet... We can't stand it any longer."

On the outskirts of the portal hall in a corner of Dalaran, the paladins of the Silver Hand standing here have suffered heavy injuries. Facing the increasing number of undead in the city, even the most resolute fighters will feel a little bit of inner turmoil of fear.

In front of their eyes, this magnificent magic city was very strong in this sudden disaster. Those mages who were still guarding every corner of the city tried their best to fight back, and the sparks and storms of magic were everywhere in the city. Shining, and some strong-willed mages detonated their mage towers in desperate situations, destroying the surrounding blocks and raging undead at once.

But the overall defense of this city is too weak. In other words, the mages are too confident in their violet enchantment, but they may have forgotten that the strongest fortresses in the world are often captured from the inside .

"Has the space lock been unlocked yet?"

The bloody and bloody paladin captain turned his head and shouted loudly: "You promised us that it will only take a while!"

"This... this anchor is not made up with normal magic constructs! It's beyond my comprehension... please give me some more time!"

A few high-ranking mages who specialize in teleportation spells were sweating profusely, but the space anchors covering the city were released by the fearful demon kings who specialize in fel magic. To break this magical structure, warlocks should come , instead of the mages who take the orthodox route, although the lock of the space anchor is destroyed little by little, the speed of destruction is really too slow.

"Time is running out!"

The captain of the paladin waved his shield and knocked the Nerubian out of the ground unconscious. He looked up and saw three huge crypt lords charging in this direction. All the buildings along the street were destroyed by their brute force. Between the shaking, it was like a big earthquake.

"Get ready to break out! Everyone, follow us!"

The captain of the paladin roared, but just as they were about to give it a go, a portal suddenly appeared in the portal hall, and amidst the shattered light, the figure of Master Antonidas staggered in place , the magic robe on his body has been burned by the flames and has several holes, and the hair that is always neatly groomed has also become messy.

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

"Space anchor...I'll untie it."

The archmage was panting towards the closed portal. After walking a few steps, his feet were weak, but he was helped up by several mages with sharp eyesight and quick hands. Master Antonidas said with difficulty in an interfering voice:

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

As he spoke, the archmage took off the simple ring on his finger, looked at the surrounding crowd, and finally put the ring and a special soul stone on a female tall girl in a gesture of support. In the palm of a super mage.

"Hold it, children, here lies the oldest secret of Dalaran, I will send you out, bring it to Jaina...or Kel'Thuzad, and tell them...the future of Dalaran , and handed it over to them.”

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

This tragic scene moved everyone around. Even the tired paladins looked at Master Antonidas with a solemn face. At the moment of desperation, one can always truly see a person's character.

"Stop wasting time! Help me up!"

The archmage roared, and a moment later, with the support of several people, the exhausted archmage waved his hands in the air, and the purple magic power lines intertwined into a complex and dizzying spell light in front of everyone's eyes. After a crisp sound, The flashing portal in front of him suddenly lit up.

"Go!"

Antonidas propped up his body with a cane of ice, he let out a long breath, his eyes sparkled with earnest hope and a touch of determination that didn't seem fake.

"I don't know where this door leads to, but even hell is safer than Dalaran now. Go, children! The future of Dalaran and the human empire is in your hands."

"kuang"

As soon as the voice fell, a terrible crack appeared in the magic barrier set up by the archmage, and the deep roar of the three-headed crypt lord also reached everyone's ears. The young mages had to go through the portal in front of them one by one.

"Protect them!"

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

"swish"

The paladin captain made a standard knight salute to the archmage's back, and then strode into the portal behind him. At this moment, the undead who were rushing forward suddenly stopped, and the extremely exhausted The archmage's body also stretched out. He turned his head and looked at the empty portal hall with a sneer on his face.

"Look, this is human beings... A trivial trick can completely dismantle their fighting spirit and let them go to hell willingly. They are really weak creatures!"

"swish"

The figure of the dreadlord Bainholler appeared beside the "Grand Mage". It grabbed its chin and looked at the shining portal in front of it. It whispered:

"Where did you take 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."

Cassanatiel, who showed his original shape, threw Antonidas's ice cane in the ruins aside, and it beckoned to Bain Holle:

"Let's meet the Defiler...the one with all the muscles, idiot!"

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"Googoo...googoo..."

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

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

The paladin captain was breathing hard on the wet deck, and he tried hard to hold his body up. At the moment when his bloodshot eyes opened due to the heavy pressure, under the 5,000-meter deep sea, he saw those around him. A comatose mage, and a dark figure.

"Yo, hello, Paladin."

Tyrion looked back at the struggling paladins on the deck. He flicked his fingers. A simple ring with the Kirin Tor emblem was dancing on his fingertips. In his other hand, there was another A soul stone that radiates purple light.

The Dark Blade King put the soul stone to his ear, and he could hear an old voice roaring. His soul was full of anger and desperation of being deceived, but in that extreme negative emotion, there was still a trace of it. Belongs to the will to guard.

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