Azeroth’s Death Track

Look!

An exquisite scroll made of animal skins was placed on the table of the Patriarch Moyana. She raised her head and looked at the Harvest Wizard in doubt. The latter stretched lazily and leaned At Myana's desk, he looked at the Patriarch and said softly:

The official letter from the Cenarion Council...that group of cunning colleagues invited us to participate in the great cause of the return of the demigod, and they took us into the army.

Moana put down the quill in her hand, picked up the scroll and looked at it, then shook her head, and said to the Harvest Wizard in front of her:

Isn't this the usual method of the Cenarion Council? If you can't beat them, they will assimilate and turn the enemy into a friend. They may be sure that we don't have a perfect way to resurrect the demigod. Maybe they want to make a fool of us. .”

No! No... Myana, I don't see it that way.

The Harvest Wizard, one of the six Archdruids in the Blightcaller group, the disciple of the Staghelmet Archdruid rubbed his chin at this moment, and said to Myana:

From this letter, I read that those of us in the same industry are...anxious. Maybe the demigod Ansu is putting pressure on them again. You and I both know that Rukhmar the Yangyan Raven is almost Ansu's heart. The only pillar, it has been dragged on for more than ten years, and with the resurrection of Agamaggan, I think Ansu must have been extremely anxious.

Isn't this better?

The Patriarch Moyana handed the scroll back to the Harvest Wizard Ort, and she began to look at the documents piled up on the table in front of her again. The recent development of the Blightcaller Sect in the world of Draenor can be described as rapid, Shata Many exiles in Si City who do not believe in the Holy Light have joined the Blightcaller sect, as well as those races that have preserved civilization under the rule of Dark Blade, such as the Ogrila ogres of Gorgrond, and the Babel The arakkoa at Feng, under the official propaganda, regard the Blightcaller Sect as a trusted ally.

In the past few days, the Patriarch is busy contacting the shamans of the Nagrand Grassland and the Throne of the Elements. The Blightcaller is trying to build a strong neutral camp, and these people don't care about world affairs and only care about repairing Draenor's elemental rules. The shamans are exactly the ones who can be united.

Give it to my father, Ort.

The Patriarch whispered:

I believe father will make a correct decision. In addition, we must pay attention to Ansu's movements. If it sends an envoy, we must take it seriously. You might as well tell it that we do have the means to revive Rukhmar in our hands. method...

We will form an alliance with the Cenarion Council to turn the dispute between the two into a more moderate doctrinal dispute, but that must be done after Anzu joins us... all druids must know, Blightcaller, The organization that represents the true essence of nature...not the loose Cenarion Circle, who want to assimilate us? No...we will assimilate them eventually!

The last words of the Patriarch revealed the great ambitions of the Blightcaller Cult, but with the secret support of the High Lord Tyrion, they do have this ability.

Before leaving, the Harvest Wizard asked:

I haven't been back to Draenor lately. How is my brother Valstann? Is he awake?

No.

Hearing this question, the patriarch showed a ray of happiness on his face. She brushed her long hair and said softly:

He is still undergoing A'dal's purification in Shattrath City, but things are progressing smoothly, and his soul has begun to become active again. Maybe in a few years, we will be able to truly reunite.

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The Blightcaller is still waiting for the envoy sent by Ansu to discuss with them about the resurrection of Rukhmar.

But in fact, Ansu did send a messenger, but not to the Blightcaller. As early as the first time the Blightcaller secretly contacted Ansu and conveyed their willingness to help revive Rukhmar, Ansu One knew that there must be another force behind this.

Don't forget, in the world of Draenor, Ansu watched Tyrion single-handedly support the Blightcaller Sect. Ansu has really disguised himself very well in the past ten years since he came to Azeroth, packaging himself as A brave, powerful, and slightly wicked God of Storms, but observers should not forget that in the world of Draenor, Anzu has the title of a God of Deceit.

Under the honest and beautiful appearance of this big raven, there is a slightly dark soul hidden... Its disguise of itself even deceived the Green Dragon Queen who rules the Emerald Dream.

But when facing old friends, Ansu doesn't have to pretend to be himself at all, and he doesn't want to pretend to be himself.

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The weather in Stormwind City has been very bad in the past few days. The gloomy night is accompanied by a storm and heavy rain, and lightning flashes across the clouds from time to time in the sky, pulling out pale arcs of light in the darkness.

Fortunately, the harvest season in the western wilderness has passed, otherwise, such heavy rain would only take a few days to destroy the hard work of the farmers for a year.

And in this kind of weather, no one is willing to go out. Even the death knights living in the Midnight Garden would rather stay in the room alone and recall the past in such a dark night, or enter the soul dormancy early. Compared with the boring entertainment method a few years ago, after the environment in the Realm of Death has gradually stabilized, the death knights who have worked for Dark Blade for more than 5 years have 14 hours of entertainment time in the Realm of Death every week .

Compared with the cold, boring, pale and indifferent real world, the new world that is more vivid and can restore all the emotions and senses of the living is obviously more fascinated by these loyal undead. A game of bridge, or a few hours in the Castle Bar in the Dead Realm, or simply a delightful one-night stand with a female death knight.

There are so many things to do in that world, but alas, the High Lord won't let his bravest fighters get lost in that world...it's just a place to rest, but until the dark blade in this world Before the end of the mission, the warriors of the dark blade still have to return to reality.

But this...for the death knights of the dark blade, it is indeed enough.

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Another pale arc of light crossed the sky, and in that fleeting light, a storm raven flying fast in the storm slipped silently into the Midnight Garden of Stormwind City on this rainy night.

She seemed to know her destination very well. After flapping her wings again, with the help of the gliding trajectory, the Storm Raven entered a dark room through an open window with extreme agility.

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The light brought by the pale arc of light shines along the window, reflecting a slender figure wearing a hood in the dark room. In this fleeting light, Lady Hisaly Black Crow sees this extraordinary Scanning the large room, it looks like a study room, and there seems to be no trace of human activity in it.

Ansu's patriarch took a step forward, some water stains dripped from the edge of her hood on the ground, amidst the slight sound of the water droplets hitting the floor, a cluster of faint blue light spots appeared in front of Ms. Hisaly's eyes. Swinging in the darkness, the light spot was like some kind of creature, and it began to swell the moment it appeared. When Ms. Hisaly grabbed the claw blade at her waist, the creature that shouldn't appear had already completed its shape. .

In this dark study room, a majestic blue stag is looking at the strange night elf in front of him. Its body is completely composed of thick energy, very similar to the wilderness Ms. Theasalie saw in the Emerald Dream The soul form of a demigod, but the stag in front of him did not exude the gentleness of life energy. On the contrary, a cold breath wrapped around its body like a storm.

This is a weird creature. Hisaly has never seen this kind of creature before, but she can feel the terrible threat from this creature in front of her. Slowly raised his hands, indicating that he was not malicious.

This action made the stag, which raised its front hooves and was about to charge, stop. It tilted its head curiously, and looked at Hisaly Black Crow in front of him, while Ms. Black Crow said in her deep and pleasant voice:

I'm here on behalf of Anzu, and I'm here to visit its old friend, Mr. Tyrion Dawnblade...

Um?

At this moment, Tyrion's surprised voice sounded from the office chair behind Hisalley. With his voice, the entire dark study room became brighter with a strange gesture. The High Lord beckoned, The dangerous soul stag rushed towards its owner with joy. In one leap, its body shrank rapidly, and soon became the size of a cat. It landed in Tyrion's arms, and then He licked Tyrion's finger with his tongue as affectionately as a pet.

It seems that Ansu really trusts you, and even told you the secret it should keep hidden.

The great lord changed a piece of soul fragment similar to fudge from his fingers, put it in the palm of his hand, and fed it to the soul deer in his arms. While comforting his pet, he used his ice blue eyes to Looking at the high-level druid lady in front of him, Tyrion narrowed his eyes when he saw Hisalley's face:

Have I seen you before? This lady...

No!

It is not an easy job to look into the eyes of the great lord. The power of the realm of death fills Tyrion's soul, and eyes are the windows of the soul, so looking directly into his eyes means that Hisaly Crow is Staring at the entire realm of death... That was not a pressure that this talented but very young girl could bear, so she quickly lowered her head and said in a humble tone:

You haven't seen me, High Lord, as for Your Excellency Ansu...

Hisaly took off her hood, and she said frankly:

I don't regard it as the demigod I believe in. It takes care of me meticulously, making it more like my father.

Then you sure don't know how that old bastard treats his family on Draenor... Listen to me, girl.

Tyrion patted the head of the drowsy and full pet Arceus in his arms, and he said playfully:

Stay away from that old bastard Ansu, he is not a person who keeps promises, I ask it to do a few things for me... You see, I have been waiting for more than ten years, and it hasn't done it yet... Or simply, it doesn't want to help me at all, that cheater, right? Ansu!

Shut up! Tyrion, look at you, you are more evil than when we parted!

A crow flapped its wings and flew out of the storm, moving its feathers and standing on the shoulder of Ms. Hisaly. It stared at Tyrion in front of it with black eyes. It made Anzu's voice:

Gah! I just showed up a little later to hear you trying to pollute my poor daughter with your disgusting thoughts... Hisalie is a good girl, you shouldn't be doing this!

Trust me, Ansu.

Tyrion said softly:

She can walk into my study safely, and she can wait until you arrive, which has proved my kindness to this child... But speaking of it, you bastard came to me on your own initiative, do you need me to do it for you? Some things... Wait, where is Rukhmar? It’s been more than ten years, poor Rukhmar hasn’t been resurrected yet? Is the Cenarion Council’s work efficiency so bad?”

This sentence pierced Ansu's heart, and opened a bloody wound, which made Ansu's mood dark and gloomy. Hisaly felt Ansu's emotional change, and she stretched out her hand , helped Ansu's consciousness carrier smooth its feathers, then Xilisa raised her head, looked at the great lord with clear eyes, and said softly:

Please don't hurt Ansu again, respected high lord, we came here to seek help for the resurrection of Ms. Rukhmar. The Blightcaller assured us that they could resurrect Ms. Rukhmar, but Ansu told Me, you are the real power behind them, so we came to visit you directly...

No!

Before Hisaly finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tyrion. The high lord looked at Hisaly and the little crow on her shoulder, and said softly:

The decision to revive Rukhmar has always been in your hands, Anzu... I have already told you through Myana very early on, as long as you help me get something, I will be happy to help the poor Rukhmar resurrected...however, what about your answer?

You don't write letters, don't send people, and don't even respond to magic communications, so can I understand that you have rejected my goodwill?

Faced with this question, the silent Ansu raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

Quack! You are in a difficult situation, Tyrion, I can't get what you want...It's not something you can get easily, it's the soul of a demigod! Soul! That's their most important thing. ..”

Is that what you mean?

Tyrion put Arceus in his arms on the table, and gently stroked this well-behaved pet. The pure power of death slowly penetrated into Arceus' body through Tyrion's fingers, This originally belonged to the power of the demigod of life, but subtly changed into the power of death.

The great lord looked at Anzu, and said:

It's called Arceus, nice name, isn't it?

I took it from Cenarius' soul with my own hands... This process is a little bit painful. You see, Ansu, I don't rely on you, I can get these things, you don't Understand?

Tyrion tapped his fingers on the desk:

I'm giving you a chance...a chance to prove that you and I are friends. However, you don't cherish this opportunity at all. You still say that resurrecting Rukhmar is the pillar of your soul? Sorry...I didn't read it up to your resolution!

But everyone knows that I am a generous person, so I will give you one more chance... one last chance.

The soul fragments of Goldrinn, Aviana, and Aisena... When will you bring them to me, and when will I revive Rukhmar for you.

Do you accept?