Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 181 19. The Blood of the Half God 【52100】

The resurrection of Princess Rexi was an accidental event.

She was stripped of the divinity of the sun spirit Rukhmar by her compatriots during her lifetime, and was brutally pushed off the ground from the Tongtian Peak. When she fell into the cursed Terokkar Valley, the murdered princess died on the spot, leaving her without a trace. Like other exiles, he can be polluted by the divinity of Setai, the spirit of the wind serpent.

She is naturally pure, but this purity is an accident that is difficult to replicate. However, after clarifying the biggest problem, Tyrion and Seven have enough confidence in the death call of the arakkoa.

So, now is the era after 600 years?

The arakkoa princess Leixi who was behind Tyrion blinked, and chatted with Lord Darkblade with a spiritual link that she was not familiar with. The form of birds screaming expresses different meanings, you can't let Tyrion also scream and chat with the princess, can you?

That was just plain rude.

Has the era of King Father and the Arakkoa Kingdom come to an end?

Facing the sadness of the last princess, Tyrion didn't hide too much, he replied bluntly:

After your father, King Terok of the Claw, was framed and exiled by Priest Hagar, the kingdom of the Arakkoa collapsed. In 600 years, your compatriots regressed from the feudal system to the theocratic society. The priests used their beliefs to interfere with the recovered wisdom and forcibly tore apart your civilization. The arakkoa who once ruled the entire sky of Draenor have fallen to the point where even the orcs can't beat them...

The death knight looked back at Rexi, and said in a deep voice:

Although it is cruel, I still have to say, Your Royal Highness, those priests paid the price for the past murders, Tongtian Peak has been completely turned into a wreck... and fortunately, in our war, there is still a The batch of unexecuted sun priests...that is, the descendants of those Hagar priests.

This is so rude!

Princess Lacey replied sharply:

Since it is so rude and bold to use the title of Sun, this is an unforgivable sin!

So, I think, you should be more than happy to take care of this trouble for us...

Tyrion waved his hand, and the death knights in front of him opened the gate. In the darkness, those sun priests who survived the massacre of the death knights were chained in dark cages, waiting for their doom.

Seeing the appearance of Tyrion the Slayer, these priests screamed in panic. The noisy voice was like breaking into a bird cage. Tyrion frowned. He turned around and carved the two necromancers Wen's arakkoa scimitar was stuffed into Princess Leixi's hand. He looked at the dead princess in front of him, and said in a low voice:

Go, Lacey, vent your death rage on these murderers...

Soon, you will have a guard army that suits your identity... At that time, I will return the ruling right of the Peak Forest of Alanka to you. This is your divine right, and those Young arakkoa... don't you want to reshape the arakkoa civilization by yourself?

You have personally experienced the last trace of prosperity of civilization. Are you willing to watch the glory of the arakkoa kingdom be buried in such a humble way in this world?

I... can I really?

Although Princess Rexi inherited the bravery of her father, Terok the King of Claws, but in fact she is a highly skilled craftsman, she does not like to fight, otherwise she would not have been so easy 600 years ago captured by the rebellious priests of Hagar.

She took a step back, looking at the scimitar in her hand that was shining with the light of death, she whispered:

I know that I am a disqualified princess. Because of my cowardice, even my father suffered from nightmares...I am a sinner of the Arakkoa Kingdom, maybe my father is more suitable than me...Can you If you resurrect me, you will naturally be able to call back my father...

It's a pity that your father's whereabouts are unknown in the end. How can you be resurrected without a body? There are not many ways left for you. I suggest you start atonement from now on... You see, the choice is always in your hands.

Tyrion looked at the princess with beautiful blue feathers, he stretched out his hand to touch the upright blue feathers on her head, and then strode away, giving Leixi an indifferent back:

Either be completely broken down in pain and become a waste of ridicule!

Either draw strength from pain and repentance, and reshape the ruined past...I hope you make a wise choice, Princess Leixi, the Dark Blade Knights...don't need waste!

The lower-level knights guarding the cage also left here one after another, leaving Leixi and the sun priests who were chained in the dark. Seeing the death knights leave, the panicked arakkoa priests moved their cunning eyes. , they looked at this weird blue compatriot in front of them, and they screamed:

Come and let us go!

Lady, come and set us free, don't trust those death knights!

They are all butchers, come to our aid, fellow man!

Tongtian Peak Priest Group will have your place, and you will become a glorious Sun Priest!

Shut up!

A sharp hissing interrupted the voices of the sun priests. The princess of the past raised her head, she opened her arms, the flowing wind wrapped around the scimitars in both hands, and the faint blue light dancing in the bird's eyes became colder and colder.

600 years ago, even the noblest priest of Hagar dared not call himself the sun! Who gave you the power to use the name of the sun! Descendants of the murderers...

Pure faith has been tainted. In your eyes, I only see the light like a beast. I am so stupid!

Two scimitars entwined with howling wind staggered and placed in front of Leixi. The hesitation and pain in the eyes of the last princess of the arakkoa finally faded away, leaving only a piece of indifference and peace, and every feather on her wings trembled. Standing up, let the light wind wrap around her body, and the strong wind screamed and knelt down, just like the king of sharp claws who led the arakko people to defeat the foreign enemies 600 years ago.

After 600 years, you have fallen here! The sons and daughters of the sun and storm soaring into the sky should not live in such a humble posture...

With the sacred blood of the Heaven-reaching Peak and the ruler of Alanka, in the name of Terok's son, Queen Rexi...

Give you...

die!

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Will that princess follow us?

The busy blood mage Seven asked in a low voice:

She is not one of those arakkoa who lost their faith. In her era, the belief in the sun was still very pure, and she had experienced the last glory of the arakkoa kingdom. It is difficult for such a person to really bow his head.

Rexi is a smart arakkoa. She feels guilty towards her compatriots, and your understanding of the classics is slightly wrong, my Mr. Seven.

Tyrion sat on the side, holding a translated epic of the arakkoa. While reading those ancient stories, he said:

The truly noble Apexis civilization of the Arakkoa was split as early as 1200 years ago in the internal struggle between the priest Hagar who worshiped the sun and the priest Skahak who studied the power of shadows. Priest Hagar obtained Victory, the pure belief in the sun was established at that time, and their fall also began at that time, the era when Rexi and her father Terokk were active, the wisdom of the arakkoa had been bound.

To be precise, Rexi is also very clear that sooner or later her father's kingdom will be overthrown by the priests who monopolize power, but it doesn't matter... Seven, when we were in Quel'Thalas, we often fought with those Dealing with trolls, haven't you noticed that the situation of the arakkoa is actually very similar to that of trolls?

Um?

The blood mage with his head lowered was stunned for a moment, his fingers were waving, two balls of blood exuding dark light were extracted from the corpse of the fallen arakkoa in front of him, and he looked back at Tyrion:

What's the meaning?

Every time the trolls start a war, they use the excuse of restore the glory of the ancestors...

There was a sneer at the corner of Tyrion's mouth:

Every elf knows that every inch of Azeroth's civilized land now basically belongs to the ancient troll empire, so the trolls can easily summon many soldiers with this clumsy excuse, and the arakkoa too Similarly, the ancestors established a huge and noble civilization, but it is a pity that the descendants are not very up to date, but the glory of the ancestors is still remembered in the minds of every arakkoa... Do you understand?

The world of Draenor does not have the abyss of hell. Every creature that dies here has a complete soul. Even after being resurrected, they will instinctively think about the meaning of the future, which makes them appear rebellious. The undead of Xerath are so easy to control.

Tyrion put down the book, rubbed his forehead, and said softly:

The orcs and the draenei have deep-rooted hatred for demons, so the death knights of the two races are willing to follow us, because we promise to take them to avenge the demons... But the arakkoa are different, they have no hatred against demons, If you want to tie them to the dark blade's chariot, you have to use a way!

The head sheep!

Blood mage Seven said a word, and he looked at Tyrion:

A flock of lost sheep needs a leader, who will lead them when they are grazing, who will protect them when they are attacked, and who will lead them into the butcher's when they are about to be killed. Slaughterhouse... Leixi is the leader you choose, right? Her identity and bloodline, coupled with the banner of restoring the glory of the arakkoa, make the resurrected arakkoa very willing to follow her.

Even the undead, who have already died, will reunite under the noble purpose! Oh, Mr. Tyrion, I have to say...you are really cunning!

Don't say it so harshly, Mr. Seven, although you are right.

Tyrion was a little dissatisfied with the blood mage's expression. He twirled his fingers in the air and whispered:

But we have obtained an air force that can cross two worlds, and the revived Queen Lexi has enough time to reshape her civilization. Both sides will benefit... This is called a win-win situation!

Win-win? Well...

The blood mage shrugged and continued to immerse himself in his work:

No wonder you can become our leader, Tyrion, it seems that you have more than great power, but I have some bad news for you.

What?

The death knight raised his head, but the blood mage didn't look back. While he was busy drawing the weak divine blood from the arakkoa's corpse, he said:

The recruitment of the high-level arakkoa went very smoothly. After extracting the divinity of the sun spirit, they can be resurrected with a normal psychic circle, but the problem lies in the fallen arakkoa. Their shadow divinity is also easily absorbed. Extraction, but...their souls have dissipated, there is an existence that we don't know, collecting the souls of the fallen arakkoa, I pointed out this problem at the beginning.

Although the fallen arakkoa can't fly, the shadow spells and primitive witchcraft they master can't be underestimated. They are very suitable to become the sorcerers of the dark blade. Even if the corpses without souls are resurrected, they are just meaningless walking corpses. So, how are you going to fix it?

That means that behind these fallen arakkoa, there is a great guy protecting them.

Tyrion stood up, moved his wrists and shoulders, and said softly:

You continue to deal with the corpses of the Arakkoa and make the Auchindoun Necropolis run at full capacity. You must form a legion as quickly as possible. I will solve this problem now...

Wait a minute!

After Tyrion took a few steps, he was stopped by the blood mage, who reached out, picked up two bottles from the wooden shelf beside him, and handed them to the death knight. Tyrion took them in his hand, Those two bottles should contain blood, but the blood in the left bottle is golden, while the blood in the right bottle is black.

This is?

Tyrion looked at Seven, who showed an elegant smile:

The purified demigod blood comes from Rukhmar, the spirit of the sun, and Saitai, the spirit of the wind snake. I have done in vivo experiments. The blood of Rukhmar contains sacred and flame attributes, while the blood of Saitai It is pure shadow, mixed with a little bit of void power, because they all come from the demigods of the wilderness, so this blood is rich in pure life attributes... a dying life body will also be revived because of this, Of course, there will be some minor repercussions.

That doesn't sound like much use to us.

Tyrion shook two vials of demigod blood, but Seven scoffed at what he said:

It's just that there is no benefit at the moment. You and I both know that sooner or later we will attack the living people of Azeroth... I don't think I need to say more about the usefulness of these demigod blood. They may also be used as potions. form to play a new role.”

This straightforward language made Tyrion silent for a moment. He put away the blood bottle and whispered:

That's all in the future.

A hint of cunning flashed in the blood mage's bright red eyes. He took a step back and continued his work. He said softly:

So, Mr. Tyrion, you already hold the key to the future...