Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 205 6. The power of civilization [76100]

Tyrion sent out all the death knights who were still able to move, and even some low-level death knights who performed well were assigned the task of hunting demons. In the espionage warfare of infiltration and reverse osmosis, he just used these demons who sneaked into Draenor first as sharpening stones.

Use their lives to sharpen the handles of the commanders' knives.

And this is very necessary. In the Dark Blade Knights, except for those high-level draenei knights who have lived for a long time, other races have no experience in fighting demons, and they have adapted to the battle of such brutal creatures in advance. Rhythm, no harm.

At first, it was just the death knights galloping on the land of Draenor, hunting down the demons who were alone, and then the Draenei who resisted to the death also joined in. After a little relaxation of the restrictions, the people of Nagrand and Frostfire The orcs also began to eliminate the demon spies hidden inside, and finally even the ogres who fled to Gorgrond also took action.

Every living race in Draenor is preparing for war in this way. At least the leaders know that this is a war that no one can escape... The demons who desire to destroy everything will not fight because of you I will let you go if you suffer so much, and more and more demon spies in the world of Draenor also show that the pace of war is accelerating.

They are coming soon!

Quick! Move, lazy bastards!

The hoarse and ugly hissing kept ringing in the excavation site in the high mountains in the north of the Peak Forest of Alanka, mixed with the sound of whips from time to time. Looking carefully, it was a group of arakkoa digging something at the foot of the mountain, like Like a slave, wearing crude handcuffs and shackles, waving a mining pick in his hand, knocking around the khaki rocks.

Among these arakkoa slaves are high-ranking arakkoa with bright feathers, and degenerate arakkoa with distorted and gloomy figures. After ruling, she set off a brutal arrest operation, and captured the fugitives hiding in the dark forest one by one.

Originally, the Queen wanted to kill these living beings to fill up the Screamers Legion and the Dark Cult of the Arakkoa, but the people who belonged to her think tank, the Tibetan Scrolls, stopped this massacre.

The scrolls told the queen that they would find a suitable place of atonement for these prisoners, and these prisoners would also bring about the revival of the Apexis arakkoa civilization.

Queen Lacey didn't really believe in this nagging suggestion, but she was willing to give it a try, so the captives survived, and as a price for escaping death, they would most likely end up in this piece of land that had just begun to be dug. Toil to death.

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A fierce whip mixed with dark magic power was whipped on the body of a rebellious high-ranking arakkoa, and its feathers flew wildly. The severe pain made it scream, but the cruel and ruthless overseer Unrelentingly, several more whips came down, and the high-ranking arakkoa was beaten and rolled all over the ground. It wasn't until it obediently picked up the mining pick again that the overseer stopped the brutal beating.

Idiot, you should thank the secret meeting of the Cangju people. If it weren't for us... you would have died a long time ago!

The overseer holding the whip is a fallen arakkoa. Although the appearance is the same twisted body, full of dim and dark feathers, its eyes are not the same as the insidiousness and madness of other fallen arakkoa. They are a pair of gray eyes. He looks calm, even occasionally showing a gleam of wisdom.

It was wearing a deep robe and a felt hat of an arakkoa scholar that had been lost in time. It was carrying a huge scroll on its back, which was densely written with arakkoa words. On his shoulders, there was still a A black kali bird.

Go to work! Dig out the mausoleum as soon as possible, and you will be free sooner!

The overseer put away his whip, looked left and right at the slaves who started working around him, nodded in satisfaction, and then straightened the black claw emblem on his chest, which was a symbol of his status in this new country. .. This is a book collector!

It can be called a lonely and mysterious group of people in the dark church. Most of them are scholars who used to reach the sky. Walking on the land of Kafenglin, I found a few words about the glorious civilization of the arakkoa from inaccessible corners, just like the shell pickers on the edge of the dark sea, after every ebb and flow, on the dark beach Looking for the flash.

Noam! Lord Shared's messenger is here!

Another scroll man stood on the hill and shouted to the scroll man who was patrolling the work area, who hurriedly dropped the slaves and walked towards the hut at the edge of the excavation site.

There are very few Tibetan scrolls, but they are all wise scholars. No one knows the secrets of the arakkoa's past better than them. During the conquest of the Peak Forest of Arak by the Dark Blade Knights, the Tibetan scrolls were among the undead. They escaped ahead of time when encircled. They originally planned to rush into Talador, but they were caught at the junction of the two places. Tyrion did not take their lives, but handed them over to Queen Laishi.

The Queen of Claws still retains the habit of 600 years ago. In her era, the king needed a think tank to give advice and rule the country. Therefore, the Tibetan people who possessed the lost knowledge and power not only escaped unharmed, but even became prosperous and became A powerful state administrator in Queen Claw's Realm of the Dead.

Noam the scroll man walked into the hut, and what he saw was a high-level arakkoa assassin wearing black leather armor and a black helmet. From the dark red eyes under its mask, it could be seen that this was a Undead, the dark golden claw emblem on its chest made Noam frowned. This is still a Queen's Guard, a proper big man.

I bring orders and inquiries from Queen Claw and Prime Minister Sharad!

The Arakkoa Assassin stared at the scroll man in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice:

Nomu, the scroll collector, the excavation site managed by you is too inefficient. It has been a month and you haven't even dug up the mausoleum. This makes the queen and the prime minister very dissatisfied!

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Facing this question, Norm let out a sharp hiss, which represented its nervousness. After a while, it organized its language and said in a low voice:

Please report to your honorable Queen and Mr. Prime Minister. The progress of this month's excavation is slow because a few days ago, we were attacked by hydra from the dark swamp. They killed many slaves. After setting up the enchantment, the excavation progress will soon increase rapidly.

You should report this kind of thing! Cursor!

The Arakkoa Assassin said indifferently:

The Screamer Legion is flying in the sky of Alanka. As long as you send out a signal, we will be able to come and eradicate those troubles soon!

But if the queen's guards are required to help in everything, don't we, the queen's minions, seem too useless?

Noam, the scroll collector, replied:

Besides, when we were attacked, the Queen was expelling the Khajiit tribe in Spiers of Arak, we just didn't want to cause trouble... Besides, I have packed up the remains of those dead, and you can bring them back to Skyreach Peak , they will continue to serve our queen after death.

The Arakkoa Assassin nodded, took out a scroll from the purse in his belt, handed it to the scroll collector, and said:

This is the letter of appointment from Sir Shared. Starting today, I will work with you as the leader of the defense force of the excavation site!

Its gray eyes blinked, and its blunt tone became gentler:

You can call me Raven.

crow?

The Cangjuan let out a surprised scream. It looked up and down the Arakkoa Assassin in front of it, and said softly:

As the captain of His Majesty Terok's guard, one of the most famous assassins of the Arakkoa... Are you really a warrior who followed the legendary king 600 years ago? I found a record of your story in the ruins of Skyreach Peak Ancient scrolls, it is said that you followed in the footsteps of His Majesty Terokk and single-handedly killed 500 Khajiit in one night?

The rumors are wrong. It was in the evening, and the opponents were just more than 200 tiger men who fled in a hurry.

A trace of pride and nostalgia flashed in the eyes of the crow, but soon, it calmed down again, and it waved:

I'm far from being a legend.

The Zangjuan rubbed its paws excitedly. It looked at its new colleague. After a while, it neighed briefly, and then extended a kind invitation to the colleague.

Then come on, Mr. Crow, come with me, I'll take you to see the excavation site.

One life and one death, one tall and one short, the fallen arakkoa and the high-level arakkoa walked in the excavation site surrounded by the dark enchantment. Noam introduced the situation of the excavation site to the crow. The latter did not say a word, but occasionally nodded, When they walked to the other side of the excavation site, the crow looked at the barren land under his feet, and suddenly asked:

So, what the hell are we digging for? I hear it's the same ancient weapon?

Uh, it's classified.

The Tibetan man shrugged and lowered his voice:

But it's okay to tell you, you are the Queen's most trusted guard, you are qualified to know this secret... What we want to dig is the deadly remains left by the Apexis Arakkoa Kingdom in the afterglow of civilization 1200 years ago. The weapon, it is said that after it was developed, it was only used twice!

The voice of the scroll collector became sad:

The first time it destroyed thousands of plant behemoths that tried to invade Alanka and brought glory to the kingdom, the second time it was aimed at its own country by the rebellious priests and destroyed Egypt with one blow. The kingdom of Pixis brought the doomsday to the arakkoa civilization... Our real civilization was destroyed 1,200 years ago, and since then, only poor imitations that have survived .”

Civilization was lost in the flames of war, and the incompetent descendants can only look at the greatness of their ancestors from the fragments of words... Do you know, crow? 1200 years ago, the sky of the entire Draenor world was the territory of the arakkoa, the king Its orders can spread to every corner of the world in an instant, and its fury can easily destroy any enemy on the ground.

That is the gift brought by the Apexis crystal. It equips the minds of the ancestors with wisdom and arms their hands with strength. What we are about to unearth is one of the most powerful forces of the ancestor civilization... They control It's called, Breath of Rukhmar!

This name made the Arakkoa Assassin Crow raise his brows:

A weapon commanded by the name of the Sun Spirit? Seems interesting.

It's not just interesting.

The Tibetan scroll man teased the black Kali bird standing on his shoulder, it said softly:

Historical records show that the peak forest of Alanka 1,200 years ago was not full of towering peaks like it is now. It was once a complete peak. It was hit head-on by the breath of Rukhmar, and the mountain collapsed together with the earth. The current Spiers of Arak has been formed, just imagine, crow, how powerful that weapon must be.

The most important thing is that the Queen of Claws is trying to rebuild the great civilization of her ancestors. It is not enough to rely on power alone. She also needs those precious and complete knowledge passed down from ancient times... The reason why the Tibetans wholeheartedly support the Queen's This is the reason, the wise queen is well aware of the power of knowledge, she ordered to open the tombs of all the ancient kings in the Peak Forest of Arak, so that the knowledge belonging to the ancestors can be seen again!

Noam opened his arms and let out a series of sharp hisses:

What a wise act, what a great sacrifice. Although Queen Lai Xi is dead, she is wiser than all the living arakkoa priests. Those fools will only use the tombs of their ancestors to maintain their majesty, and the real The great king knows very well that the majesty of the king never needs the mausoleum of the dead to maintain, we will rebuild the Apexis civilization!

The scroll collector clenched his scroll, and it said in a deep voice:

It will definitely! The sky of this world will belong to us again!

Hearing the Tibetan man's expectations for the future, the crow let out a deep laugh:

No no no, Noam, your vision of the future is too poor, let me tell you...not just this world, soon, soon another world, a bigger, grander world , will open the door to us!

The wings of the arakkoa will soar in the skies of two worlds... and even more worlds. That is our future!

A future that will never be restricted!