Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 183 21. Death Blessed: King of Claws [54100]

Azeroth is a magical world.

Many miracles have happened in this world that will never appear in other worlds, such as the powerful Burning Legion crashing in this world, such as a strange life that was conceived in this world.

Star soul...the soul of a titan, in the vast universe, not every planet will breed a star soul, but any world that breeds a star soul, its civilization will thrive.

Although the world of Draenor also has civilization, it is a pity that there is no star soul in it, which makes the world of Draenor actually incomplete in a sense.

There is a special plane in the world of Azeroth called the Emerald Dream.

In the darkness of the Spiers of Arak, Tyrion was talking with the crow god Anzu, and the death knight lowered his voice, telling the secrets of Azeroth.

It is said that it is the actual embodiment of the dream of the world. In short, that plane is very magical, it is between existence and non-existence, and in the favor of one of the guardians of Azeroth, Ysera the Awakened, any All recognized souls can enter that plane...including the demigods of the wilderness!

The death knight looked at Ansu:

You should be very clear that a demigod of the wilderness like you has a strong vitality. Even after death, the body will not decay. It is only the soul that ages, and the Emerald Dream is the world that supplies the soul. The demigods of the wilderness of Azeroth They all live in that world to prevent the aging of the soul and the reincarnation of life after death...

That is to say, even if you are so weak now, as long as you can enter the Emerald Dream, one day, your soul will return to its strongest state!

It doesn't work! It doesn't work!

Anzu jumped on the rocks violently, staring at Tyrion:

I don't care if my life is old or not, I only care about Rukhmar! My love! It's dead...According to what you said, even if there is such an Emerald Dream, it can't be resurrected again!

madness!

Tyrion cursed, and he said in a deep voice:

The resurrection of the demigod of the wilderness is a two-way process of resurrecting the body and the soul. If only the body is resurrected, then what is born is just a monster without wisdom and soul! If you want to resurrect your wife, my stupid demigod, you have to first To revive its sleeping soul...

Don't tell me that Rukhmar's soul has disappeared between heaven and earth! I just can't believe that the soul of a demigod is not so easily dissipated!

A monster without intelligence and soul?

It was as if Ansu's soul had been struck by these words. He stood on the rock in a daze. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

You're right... Mortals, you're right, no wonder, no wonder that after the priests resurrected Rukhmar 1200 years ago, it could only fly and eat mechanically, but it no longer responded to my call... .No wonder!

What? Rukhmar has been resurrected?

Tyrion's heart tightened. Although in the game, players occasionally encounter the world-class boss Rukhmar in the Spiers of Arak, it is a game after all, and for more than a year, Tyrion and his The death knights in the army did not find any firebird-like creatures in the sky of the peaks of Arak.

According to you, it was a failed attempt.

Ansu said in a low tone:

1200 years ago, I really couldn't bear the longing in my heart, and secretly drove a group of priests who believed in me to find Rukhmar's body, and resurrected it at a great price...but it is like a lost soul Like a beast, it can't even control its own heat, like the second sun, it burned many arakkoa to death, so I had no choice but to seal it.

That's it, of course you can't just resurrect its body...

The death knight's voice was a little weird. The demigod in front of him revived his girlfriend, but he didn't bring back his soul. In other words, he had a mentally handicapped girlfriend in his hand, so he could let him... Tsk tsk tsk, it seems Ansu's heart is wild.

However, no matter how powerful the wild demigod's wisdom is, it is only based on the beast. Ansu did not find Tyrion's dirty thoughts. Speaking of which, after re-accepting the existence of Aurelia, Tyrion seemed to be in a lively mood. A lot, although still mostly indifferent.

So, if you still want to see your former goddess Rukhmar, you have to find a way to bring it to Azeroth.

The death knight's voice became weird:

Find a way to mix into those wilderness demigods, gain their trust, let them accept you and Rukhmar, and then use the power of the Emerald Dream to slowly awaken Rukhmar's soul... By that time, the power of the sun will Spirits will be truly reborn!

This suggestion made Ansu silent. Ten seconds later, the Crow God looked at Tyrion in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and said in a low voice:

The civilization of the orcs and arakkoa was born and developed under my nose. I understand their thinking better than many mortals themselves. I don't believe that you will be so great. You don't ask for anything. If you are really a saint among mortals, I will Instead, I dare not cooperate with you... Tell me, mortal, what do you want from me?

I want a lot.

Tyrion said unabashedly:

First of all, I want the soul of the fallen arakkoa in your hand, all of them!

The death knight stared at Ansu in front of him. This was undoubtedly an excessive request. After Rukhmar's death, Ansu was almost the arakkoa's protector. This behavior of directly asking for the souls of believers was undoubtedly Might be seen as a provocation.

But beyond Tyrion's expectations, after he made the request, Ansu hardly hesitated:

Okay! Give it all to you!

This was so refreshing that people were surprised, and Tyrion was also taken aback, and then he asked:

Is the soul of a believer so worthless to you?

Believers? You say they are my believers?

Ansu looked at Tyrion with a strange look, and asked faintly, Do you remember whose blood is shed on them?

This sentence made Tyrion understand all the reasons, the divinity of the fallen arakkoa, their blood was not inherited from Anzu, but was polluted by the power of Saitai, the spirit of the wind snake, and the arakkoa itself was The creatures created by Rukhmar gave up Rukhmar's will and turned to use the power of darkness. In the eyes of the infatuated Ansu, it was probably a kind of blasphemy against the holy Rukhmar.

I guide them only to prevent the dark power of Saitai from sweeping the place where Rukhmar and I were born... the same reason I collect their souls, but you also saw that Saitai's blood pollutes their souls, The depravity and change of appearance are only the most insignificant cases, what is more terrible is the darkness awakened in their hearts...

Anzu flapped its wings, and the dark wind rolled up. It screamed and said with a hint of sarcasm:

At least I didn't instigate them to arm themselves to attack those high-level arakkoa, to plan dangerous plots in Auchindoun, and drag the world to die together.

Maybe their depravity is persecution, but this does not mean that they are kind in nature. In fact, after Rukhmar's orthodox beliefs have been distorted, I am too lazy to care about them. It is best if you are willing to take over these troubles.

As for the belief you said, the belief they gave me can't eat or drink. You can see that I'm just a smarter beast. What do you think I want those things for?

Then I revived these guys, you don't mind using them as cannon fodder?

Tyrion squinted his eyes and asked, Ansu yelled at him dissatisfied twice:

I don't care about you, and it's hard for me to fight against the gathering darkness, but that doesn't mean I'm happy to see you do it... So don't play your evil tricks in the Spiers of Arak, don't provoke a lonely demigod!

Okay, let's talk about the second condition.

Tyrion stopped the topic, he pursed his lips, and said:

In a few days, I may need you to help me deal with a tricky guy, don't worry, I won't let you fight it alone, just need you to help me attract some attention when necessary, that's all, as In return, after everything is over, I will plan an operation to allow you and Rukhmar to blend into the group of wild demigods in Azeroth more smoothly.

Oh? Listen to what you mean, those demigods of the wilderness are a united group and don't trust outsiders very much, so I'm even more curious, what will you do?

Ansu asked curiously, and the death knight grinned:

The best way to become friends with a stranger is to fight with them against an opponent.

And most coincidentally, the demigods of the wilderness... hate death.

You will become an upstart in the Emerald Dream, and if you are more enthusiastic and generous to those druids, and show your special skills, you will soon gain enough in the council of druids Believe me, that's important for you to revive Rukhmar.

The death knight gave Ansu the opportunity face-to-face with piercing eyes:

The demigods of the wilderness may not care about these things, but their followers are well organized, and once organized, power struggles... are inevitable, tsk tsk, let me think, Rukhmar...maybe You can pack your girlfriend, how about the emissary of the sun god in another world? This will definitely allow you and your husband to gain enough supporters in those tauren groups...

And when I return to that world, you and I...we will share the new world! Come, make the most noble contract, the crow god Anzu!

I'll help you, you help me!

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The fallen crows claim to be guided by the great crow god Ansu, but in fact Ansu has no feelings for them. This is the cruel reality. The demigods of the wilderness have different views on good and evil from mortals, and mortals always like to believe in themselves. Imagine being omnipotent and perfect.

This is the common denominator of all intelligent life.

But now, the fallen arakkoa who claim to be Anzu's loyal followers are gathered in the crow's nest of Ankaraz. Can bet everything on this final call.

The fallen crows who came from far away didn't know what the priests were going to summon, but under the merciless offensive of the Dark Blade Knights, they could only choose to trust these priests, and at the outermost edge of the dense crowd, some The Arakkoa's hidden scrolls and people sighed and prepared to leave with the ancient scrolls on their backs.

The scroll people are the rare aliens among the fallen arakkoa who still worship knowledge and tradition. Even in the most difficult days, they try their best to collect the ancient scrolls scattered in various places in the peak forest of Arak. recorder of the times.

Seeing the end of the fallen arakkoa is approaching, the Cangjuan people are very pessimistic about the outcome of this war. Seeing their compatriots finally do the most taboo thing, seeing them plan to break the boundary between life and death , the Tibetans who felt that a catastrophe was imminent planned to leave...

No one pays attention to these outliers.

The priests who talked about gods and gods led the fallen arakkoa and gathered in front of the Crow Claw Altar. This altar is quite old, but now it has been redecorated and put on messy sacrifices... It is no wonder These Crowpaw priests didn't care. The ceremony of offering sacrifices to Rukhmar and Ansu during the Apexis civilization had long been lost. After Tongtian Peak was destroyed by the orcs, it was so difficult to survive, let alone offering sacrifices.

The incense was lit, and in the strange smell, the priests of Crow Claw knelt down to the ground. In front of the altar were rows of carefully tied scarecrows, decorated with gorgeous leather armor and sharp wing blades, which looked like high-level The arakkoa are very similar, and under each scarecrow, there is an elaborately decorated corpse of a high-ranking arakkoa.

Chosen from among the hundreds of slain high-ranking arakkoa captives, this will serve as a vehicle for powerful souls returning from the realm of the dead.

Yes, what the Arakkoa will summon this time are the most powerful fighters in their history!

Under the desperation hanging over their heads, they intend to use death... to fight death!