Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 182 20. Alanka's God 【53100】

The huge raven spread its wings and soared silently in the dark night. Its eyes overlooked the peak forest of Arak that was shrouded in darkness. This place was once the sacred place in the sky of the Draenor world and the candlelight of the Apexis civilization. Lighted up the whole world.

And now, all that remains of it is a ruin...

Ansu also stared at the place where he was born. He hid in the shadows, allowing the ubiquitous darkness to cover every feather of it. Once, he hated this darkness because it covered the sunlight in the sky. , but now, just like the old Alanka Peak Forest, Ansu is also old, it no longer crosses the boundary between shadow and reality, and just stays alone in its crow's nest.

It would occasionally stare at the sky. The sun in Draenor was still so bright, but in the sunny sky, there was no longer any figure that could make Anzu sing.

The spirit of life that beats like a flame, the beautiful creature that is as bright as a crown that makes people dare not look directly at it, the lover hidden in the deepest part of its heart... Rukhmar, the spirit of the sun, has been there for thousands of years Time no longer soars in the sky.

And the sky without Rukhmar was no longer attractive to Ansu.

well

Ansu let out a deep sigh, it curled up in the darkness, the warm darkness wrapped it, it let it fall asleep in the longing for the past time, in the dream, it can still see the radiant figure , it can still yearn for it, and miss it.

But today, Ansu's half-god's sleep seemed a little uneasy. After it closed its eyes, a noisy voice kept calling its name, making it restless, and finally, the crow god was full of anger. Yi stepped into his lair, stepped through the border between darkness and the world, appeared in the peak forest of Alanka, and appeared in front of the caller.

An Su looked around, it was a barren valley, dirty and smelly blood flowed on the valley floor, and in the dark sky, dark red raindrops fell from time to time.

ga

The Crow God let out a shriek. This is the place he hated the most. Three thousand years ago, Saitai the wind serpent, who cunningly tried to murder the noble Rukhmar, was killed by him in this place.

And the current tragic situation of the Crow God is also caused by the dying curse of the wind snake...

But that's okay, even though after swallowing Sai Tai's remnant body, its body was twisted by the darkness, its wings shrank and could no longer fly into the sky, and even the originally beautiful feathers became dim and showed a dull gray blue, Although its body began to heal to the shadows, Ansu did not regret his sacrifice.

It at least used this method to protect its lover... although until now, it has not expressed its love for Rukhmar.

God of Crows, Ansu!

A hollow sound resounded in the darkness, causing Ansu's eyes to stare at the ground. It saw the figure walking out of the darkness. It was a humanoid creature that had never appeared in the world of Draenor before. The barbaric orcs are similar, but 2 years ago, they appeared in Draenor and approached the Spiers of Arak.

In the dark, Ansu could see them driving the dead and wielding the energy of death to fight, which made him have a certain degree of hostility towards these new creatures. Death...death is a very dangerous force, and from the sight of the Anzu can also feel the threat from the human body in black armor...it is too old, the curse of Sai Tai has been tormenting it, and it itself is the weakest one among the gods of Draenor, what Ansu is good at is Wisdom not strength.

You are calling me rudely? Mortal!

Ansu folded his wings and walked out from the darkness. Tyrion frowned as he looked at the Crow God in front of him.

The body of the Crow God that appeared in front of his eyes was 3 meters high, and his whole body was covered with gray-blue feathers. The tail of the God of the Wilderness was very long, dotted with beautiful blue feathers, and his beak, Black, with a luster like steel, the eyes of the Crow God are also black, and there will be black light marks when moving, which looks somewhat strange.

And among Ansu's feathers, there are some ornaments made by the Arakkoa civilization, the most conspicuous of which is a silver round emblem, dotted with a crescent moon carving.

In general, the Raven God fits the image of a demigod in the minds of mortals. Tyrion knows that in the world of Azeroth, demigods of the wilderness often appear in the form of huge beasts.

However, it was not because of the power of the Crow God that made the Death Knight frown. On the contrary, Tyrion looked at the Crow God with a strange expression. After a while, he said rudely:

I could guess that the Crow God is very weak, but I didn't expect...you are already so weak, no wonder you didn't show up when the orcs slaughtered the arakkoa...it's not that you don't want to stop it, you can't stop it, right Bar?

Shut up!

A scream brought up a whistling storm, covering Tyrion in it. The wind was like a knife. In Ansu's anger, he tried to cut the death knight's body, but was killed by a bloody shield. out of the body.

After the storm dissipated, the Death Knight looked at the angry Raven God, and he said softly:

Stop your meaningless anger, Ansu, I didn't come here to fight with you, even if you are so weak, there is no point in killing you, except for gaining a body of a demigod, I have nothing to gain. I can't get it, I won't do such a stupid thing.

Arrogant mortal!

This sentence completely angered the Crow God, the dark power in its eyes spread, and the storm from the Shadow Realm howled towards the Death Knight, corroding the ground under his feet in an instant, and even the protective layer of blood The shields quickly dissipated in the dark storm.

Enough! Ansu...I'm here to negotiate with you!

Tyrion raised his head. In the dark storm, he looked directly at the old demigod in front of him. He whispered:

You don't want to resurrect Rukhmar?

boom

The stones under Ansu's feet were easily torn apart by sharp steel-like claws, and the dark storm disappeared in an instant. The Crow God raised his head and stared at the death knight in front of him:

What did you say?

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I read about you, Rukhmar and Sethe in the Arakkoa.

On the edge of the Peak Forest of Arak, under a hidden hillside, Tyrion sat by the campfire and grilled a wild boar he had picked up on the flames. On the stone opposite him, a ferry The crow was standing there, looking carefully, it was a shrunken version of the crow god.

Ansu stared at Tyrion, and took a look at the barbecued wild boar from time to time. Facing what Tyrion said, it didn't speak much, as if it was a qualified listener.

It is said that Saitai is jealous of Rukhmar's beauty and nobility, and it is jealous that the spirit of the sun can fly freely in the sky and enjoy the sunshine, so it wants to murder it, but it knows that it is not Rukhmar's opponent by itself, so it contacted you, right?

Tyrion looked at the pocket Anzu in front of him. The latter hesitated for a moment before letting out a crow's scream, and then said with a spiritual link:

The Gale Serpent is an idiot. It contacted me to murder Rukhmar, but how could I agree? The noble Rukhmar is like a goddess in the sky, how can I allow the ugly Saitai to hurt it?

You love it!

There was a strange smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth:

Although you never admitted it, even your descendants know it well. You love Rukhmar deeply, so you told Rukhmar about Saitai's plot, and then killed him with the sun spirit. it!

Give me the grilled meat!

Ansu screamed, and Tyrion obediently threw the wild boar roasted with its skin and fur to the crow. Anyway, it is a beast and demigod, so it doesn't care so much, and the pocket crow jumped to the side of the roasted meat , while pecking at the meat with his beak, said:

Rukmar burned Saitai's wings, and as it fell screaming to the ground, I gouged out its eyes, but Saitai was unwilling to give up, and spilled his filthy blood on it The land where I was born, where my children also live, to protect them...

Ansu raised his head, looked at Tyrion with a malicious look, and said in a threatening tone:

I ate Saitai! Eat it alive...

It's cruel...

Tyrion was not frightened by Ansu, he took out a wine bottle from his arms with great interest, took a sip of the tasteless wine, and looked at the Crow God:

But you also paid the price. You were polluted by Cytai, and the traces of this pollution have not disappeared until now. You can control the power of darkness because you ate it, right?

That's necessary.

Ansu didn't seem to want to talk too much about this matter, it casually replied, and then continued to peck at the roasted meat, while Tyrion shook his head and continued:

Because you became ugly and didn't want to appear in front of Rukhmar, so you hid in the Shadow Realm until now?

Who do you think would be stupid enough to hide in that place for 3,000 years?

Ansu mocked Tyrion wantonly:

The history recorded by mortals is wrong. I didn't avoid Rukhmar just because of my ugliness, but because the power of Saitai entangled me. If I continue to appear in Alanka, the out-of-control dark power will swallow up here... .Saitai is not only good at shadows, but also...the terrifying void!

Ansu's tone became low:

And after I've tamed that power, when I return to this world...Rukmar, that silly girl, she's already...already...

What did she do? I'm curious.

Tyrion looked at Ansu with piercing eyes, and the latter was silent for a long time before speaking:

In order to commemorate me, she gave the children under my shelter, those Kali birds, she gave those children her vitality, making them a new civilization, the arakkoa... She commemorated me, But the act drained her of her strength, she became weak, and eventually, where it was born...it died, alone and silently.

Did you know? Mortals, Rukhmar is the mightiest of us, and he could have lived a long time...but...

So you're in pain?

Tyrion moved his fingers, and he saw the emotion under the black eyes of the crow. After waiting for a moment, he said:

Then let me tell you a story too.

All ears.

Ansu was immersed in grief, even the feathers on the top of his head drooped.

In my world... well, I'm from another world, you should know that!

Rubbing his chin, Tyrion said softly:

In my world, there are also many powerful primitive beings like you and Rukhmar, which represent the concentrated expression of life elements when they are born. We call them wilderness demigods, and Azeroth is better than Demigod. Llanor has existed for several times longer, and the civilization it bred is even stronger than Draenor, so there are also many demigods of the wilderness, as far as I know, there are at least 11 of them!

11!

Ansu let out a crow's scream: If this is true, then the prosperity of life in your world is simply unimaginable...

Of course it's true!

Tyrion glared at the Crow God in dissatisfaction:

Don't interrupt my story, it's very important to you and your sister, believe me... The wild demigods of Azeroth are strong, but their opponents are also strong, 10,000 years ago, The demons rushed into that world, unlike their small fight in Draenor, when the demons rushed into Azeroth in full armor.

It's hard for me to describe that scene to you. In short, the power of the whole world is gathered to fight against demons, and the demigods of the wilderness are also among them. They are the vanguard against demons, and the most powerful demons are also defeated in front of them. The mighty force was crushed...we won in the end, but it came at a price.

The death knight stretched out his hand and waved:

Most of the demigods died in this battle...but they didn't really die! They lived in another form and only needed a specific ritual...they were able to re-emerge in the physical world ...resurrection!

This sentence made Ansu's eyes widen, and the wise Crow God stopped pecking at his flesh. He could feel that Tyrion's story was about to get to the point.