Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 186 24. Reunion. Shattrath 【57100】

The war in the Spiers of Arak is over.

When the dawn came, the fallen arakkoans who managed to escape the strangulation rushed into the dark forest, but the order they rebuilt had been completely defeated. What awaited them was the pursuit of the never-tiring undead.

The tens of thousands of fallen arakkoa entrenched in the crow's lair of Ankaraz were almost wiped out. After this battle, the dark magician group under Tyrion's command finally had enough recruits, and the Screamer Legion was also involved in this night raid. They have shown their strong combat effectiveness, and they are worth relying on.

In the Auchindoun Necropolis, pure high-ranking arakkoa are resurrected every minute and join the Screamer Legion. According to Tyrion's promise to Queen Lacey, they will be stationed in Alanka Fenglin, rebuilding the destroyed Tongtian Peak.

Yrel found Lacey in a completely destroyed forest. At that time, the Queen of Claws was already in a coma, and her whole body was wrapped in howling storms and thick shadows. After being carried back to Auchindoun by Yrel, she An hour later, she woke up, and her severed left arm had been reshaped under the treatment of the blood mage Seven, but Queen Lei Xi's mood was a little bit wrong.

The first thing she did after waking up was to look for Tyrion.

She demands that Tyrion fulfill his promise.

Of course, I am willing to hand over all the arakkoa eggs we found to your management. This is your right as Queen of Claws.

Tyrion wasn't angry because of Lacey's blunt tone. In fact, the moment Lacey appeared in front of his eyes, he discovered the problem with Queen Claw's soul.

He looked at the silent Queen of Claws sitting before him, and Tyrion said softly:

About the extra things in your soul, do you need our help? This seems to be a powerful soul body that has self-erased all consciousness. Relying on yourself... it is difficult for you to fully digest it.

That is my father, Terokk the Claw Lord.

Leixi's eyes were dull, and she said dryly:

He didn't apologize to me, didn't comfort me, but directly gave me his strength... Such a father is really incompetent.

The Queen of Claws looked at Tyrion, neither sadness nor joy in her eyes:

Can you imagine Mr. Tyrion, we haven't seen each other for 600 years, I died because of him, in the short reunion, he didn't even say sorry to me, didn't even hug me... if you It's me, can you accept all this?

Facing this question, Tyrion was silent for a moment. He crossed his fingers on the table and looked at the Queen of Claws, his new subordinate, with a gentle gaze. He organized his words, Speaking of:

Like you, Leixi, I also lost a loved one. I witnessed her die in front of my eyes and was taken away by death, but I couldn't save her, and I couldn't use my way to save her. Do you know why?

Lacey shook her head, Tyrion looked at the Queen of Claws, and he emphasized his tone:

Because she doesn't need it! My adoptive mother doesn't need my kind of salvation. In her heart, passing away peacefully like other elves is the real destination of soul and life. The reason I tell you this is because you and I Made the same mistake!

As far as I know, His Majesty Terokk witnessed your death in the past few decades, and the powerlessness has driven it crazy, and it even started to raise the butcher's knife to its own compatriots... It is already painful enough Now, Lacey, the reason why it doesn't apologize to you, doesn't comfort you, is not because it doesn't love you, doesn't value you, because it can't do it...why does it erase all consciousness by itself?

Tyrion's eyes became deeper:

It is afraid that its madness will hurt you... Like all parents, it has left the most precious thing to you, but it is afraid of hurting you, and it dare not even say a word to you... Lacey, you have a good father, he is worthy of your respect and nostalgia, as for your death... that is not its fault, and you have already revenged yourself, haven't you?

Oh? Is that so?

Leixi closed her eyes and responded dryly, but judging from her clenched paws, she probably wasn't in a calm mood.

Well, you need some time alone.

Tyrion rubbed his eyes, and said softly:

His Majesty Terokk has left you a huge legacy. If you can fully digest its power, you will become one of the most powerful beings in this world, but I guess it will take a long time... the next dark The Blade Knights will all evacuate from the Peak Forest of Alanka, and I will return the captured scrolls to you, how to rebuild Tongtian Peak and the arakkoa civilization is your business and your responsibility.

Queen Laixi, I just hope you can remember our agreement...

Tyrion stood up and straightened his black hunting suit. He walked to the Queen of Claws and patted her on the shoulder:

I'm going to Shattrath City, and it's time for you to go back and rule your new kingdom.

I won't forget the promise.

Lei Xi whispered: The Screamer Legion will be used by you, and after the arakkoa civilization is revived, I will also bring the dead arakkoa to join the Dark Blade Knights...with this cursed life and soul , will always fight for you!

very good!

Tyrion nodded, he pushed open the door and walked out. When the figure disappeared, his voice reached Lai Xi's ears:

Then Queen Claw, you will always have a place in the Deathlord Council.

In the intact room on the upper floor of Auchindoun, Lacey stood up. She walked to the window covered by heavy curtains. Seeing the not-so-warm sunlight flooding the ruins in front of her, she stretched out her hand, the fingers that looked like bird claws Touching the escaping sunlight, a slight sting made Leixi frowned.

King Terok's last blessing sounded in her heart at this moment:

Fly to the sun...

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The next moment, Queen Claw opened the heavy curtains in front of her eyes, allowing the sunlight to shine on her completely. The collision of death energy and sunlight caused burning ashes to burst out from her body, and the next moment she was lightly The wind blew away, and amidst the painful sunshine, the Queen of Claws reached out and took a simple and dull golden bracelet from her wrist.

It was a gift she personally made for her father when King Terok returned from defeating the Khajiit 600 years ago.

The golden wrist was grasped by Queen Claw. With her eyes closed, she re-experienced the sun after 600 years, the scorching, flame-like light. In that light, Queen Lacey put the golden bracelet on On her wrist, the next moment, her wings spread out behind her back, like...

Totally embrace the sun.

Golden light danced across her dim crown, like the beginnings of a lost civilization.

Father...I will rebuild the glorious civilization of our ancestors, I will rebuild the world of the Arakkoa, and...

The soul belonging to King Terok appeared in front of Queen Laixi. The soul that had wiped out her self-consciousness stood there sluggishly. Let Leixi stretch out her hand to surround this weightless and untouchable soul. As in the past, she buried her head in her father's chest, and said softly:

I...forgive you, father, I miss you so much...

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Wow, wow

The huge raven flapped its wings and flew in the sky. Its body length was nearly 7 meters, and its wings spread out to 10 meters. Every feather on its body was about as long as the arrows used by elves, and it was extremely hard. When necessary, these ravens will use the feathers of their wings as weapons to attack the enemy. Its tail is thick and beautiful gray feathers, which spread out in the air, very beautiful.

On the top of the raven's head, there is a comfortable saddle and a rein inlaid with gemstones. On the forehead of the raven, there are golden ornaments made by the arak people, just like a crown, and there is a crown that is harder than steel Above the huge bird's beak are a pair of dark red eyes, representing its identity as a dead spirit.

The shadow of this behemoth passing over the ground looks shocking. The ravens living at the highest point of the Spiers of Arak have always been famous in the world of Draenor for their great strength and tyrannical character. , but they were once Anzu's sheltered children, and they only obeyed the will of the crow god.

So after Tyrion and Ansu reached a certain consensus, the cemetery of this giant raven was opened for the Dark Blade Knights, and the resurrected raven had a new name: Death Raven.

Compared to the death knell with only bones, I prefer this beautiful raven. It has both strength and speed, and can use magic like sonic waves. After a group, it can even easily compete with dragons.

Tyrion sat on the saddle, reached out and patted Death Raven's head, he was very satisfied with the new member of the Dark Blade Knights, and beside him, Yrel played with a fallen feather with some regrets, She said softly:

It's a pity that the number of death ravens is too small, and Ansu will not allow us to kill those living ravens for transformation. There are only more than 30 useful bones in the raven cemetery, and the others have been weathered due to too long a time. Now...these big guys have a long lifespan, and it's hard for them to die naturally.

You can't ask for too much, Yrel.

Tyrion shook his head. He was not worried about this problem. He looked at Shattrath City, which was getting closer and closer in the distance, and said softly:

Ansu will eventually leave this world. By that time, the Death Ravens who are still alive may not have such a long life... and these beasts occupy the peaks with the best environment in the Peak Forest of Alanka. Our Lei If Queen Xi wants to rebuild the arakkoa civilization, she probably won't let the beasts occupy the best resources... You see, what you regret is actually not a problem at all, time is on our side.

As he spoke, Tyrion frowned, and he looked back at Yrel. The draenei death knight lowered his head and was playing with the feathers in his hand, not as lively as usual.

You're worried, aren't you?

Tyrion asked, Meeting Velen, does it make you nervous?

I'm not, I didn't...

Yrel raised her head abruptly like a child who has been called out of her mind, but when she saw Tyrion's calm eyes, she hesitated for a moment, and said with a little interest:

Well, I do have some nervousness...Although I always say that I hate Velen's cowardice, that he abandoned us and ran away alone, and left the people to die in the Black Temple, but...to be honest, I also You know, facing the situation at that time, Velen had no good way to save us.

I grew up listening to the stories of the prophets.

A trace of confusion flashed in Yrel's dark red eyes:

Everyone is talking about how great and merciful the Prophet is. I thought so too. On the day I became a Chosen One of the Holy Light, Ambori Village held a grand ceremony for me. I thought I would eventually become a great priest like the Prophet. , but on the day the Temple of Karabor fell...

I saw Velen's fragile side. He is actually not as great as the legend says. He is just a mortal who lives longer. He also feels powerless and painful...

Mr. Tyrion, I really want to forgive him. I know it's not his fault.

Yrel lowered her head and clenched her fists:

But if I forgive him, then in those 10 years of struggle, all the pain and suffering I have suffered, and the belief I have persisted until now, wouldn't it be meaningless? Then I will become nothing now. pointless...

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Tyrion put his hand on the top of Yrel's head, he stroked Yrel's well-groomed hair, looked at the girl in front of him, and whispered:

So, after all, you are just a child who hasn't grown up.

Whether you hate Velen or forgive him, it doesn't matter at all. From the day I drafted you, you already have a new life and a new future. You got rid of the past of death, but you Your soul and consciousness are still in the past, entangled with everything that happened in the past, which makes you lose sight of the present you should cherish...

Tyrion coughed lightly, closed his eyes, and said:

For a while, when I just woke up, I was also immersed in the past hatred and sworn revenge, but after I really completed the revenge of my loved ones, I realized that in order not to let myself go crazy, I A greater purpose must be found, to shift focus from the past to the future...that's why I indulge Luminas so much

Yriel, I never want my subordinates to use revenge as a pure motivation to live, because once you complete your revenge, the emptiness of your soul will instantly engulf you and completely destroy you.

Tyrion's fingers brushed Yrel's cheek, he opened his eyes again, looked at his subordinates, and said seriously:

You have to be clear that the life of a dead person is too heavy, and the will to revenge can't support this kind of fate. You have to learn to forget the past, not completely forget it, but let yourself no longer be affected by everything in the past. After all, for For you now, Velen is just a familiar stranger... Don't be bound by him anymore, let yourself live freely and purely, live as Yrel!

The story of Yrel, the elector of the Holy Light, is over. Now, the story of Yrel, the death knight, is starting. In this story, the character Velen has no special meaning. Do you understand?

What about you, Mr. Tyrion!

Yrel looked at Tyrion like a student looking at a teacher, and asked in a low voice:

After you have completed your vengeance, what is the goal you set for yourself? Fighting against demons?

The death knight curled up his fingers and tapped Yrel's forehead before whispering:

Fighting against demons is just a process. I hope to see the established destiny be changed by my hands, no matter the change is good or bad, and I will witness the growth and development of the changed destiny together with you...

Until you and I completely become the past.