Azeroth’s Death Track

Reviving Rukhmar is much easier than resurrecting other demigods.

Because Rukhmar's soul was not placed in the Emerald Dream, but hidden in its bird bones in a strange posture, Ysera once promised Anzu that even if he had died for more than 3,000 years, Rukhmar would not Kema's soul has not dissipated, and in the emerald holy land of the Blightcaller, the Seed of Life can provide huge vitality for this bird bone at any time.

So the only trouble now is to wake up the soul of this Yang Yan Raven.

For druids and green dragons, it takes a long time to warm up and then wake up, but for Tyrion, it doesn't need to be so troublesome at all, because the power of death he has mastered represents his desire for soul power. As long as Rukhmar's soul is still there, he is sure to wake up this Sleeping Beauty belonging to Ansu.

However, the confrontation between consciousness and soul cannot be seen with eyes. All bystanders including Ansu can only see Tyrion put his hands on Rukhmar's neck bones in a quiet gesture, They could feel the constant alternation of cold and scorching energy dissipating on this platform, but they couldn't see the real battlefield.

Only the little ghost Yuna, who sat cross-legged and watched the excitement, yelled happily. She was probably the only spectator who could watch this awakening of the soul through Tyrion's perspective.

Big bird! Big bird on fire!

Yuna nervously grasped the little bear and skittles in her hand, she could clearly see that in Rukhmar's spiritual world, in the burning space of flames, between Tyrion and a ferocious golden-red flame bird Every time the black dead frost and the golden sun flame collided, Yuna would cheer or scream.

It's so fierce! Wow! It also breathes fire!

Yuna stuffed the skittle candy in her hand into her mouth, and muttered inarticulately:

Tyrion was bitten by it! Huh~~ It looks so painful!

Ansu heard the scream of the Holy Light ghost, it flapped its wings quickly, and landed beside Yuna, it asked nervously:

Little girl, can you see all that?

Yuna glared at it, folded her arms with a child-like expression of arrogance, and turned her face to the side, ignoring Ansu who was accosting, making the Storm Raven jump up and down in anxiety, finally Ansu glanced at Yuna, and then bit Gritting its teeth, it turned its head and pecked at its wide and beautiful tail feathers with its beak in pain. The next moment, a blue-black feather as wide as a sharp sword fell in front of Yuna's eyes.

The little ghost's eyes widened at this moment, and she cheered, hugging the huge and beautiful tail feathers of the demigod tightly in her arms like holding a baby.

You can always tell me now, right?

Ansu looked at his missing piece of tail with pain on his face. It felt like a bald chicken now. Facing Ansu's flattery, the little ghost snorted, and then looked at Ansu with great interest. Su said:

Tyrion went to that burning world to find your girlfriend, but he couldn't find it... Your girlfriend avoided him, and then Tyrion got angry! He was so fierce when he was angry!

Yuna made a grimace with her fangs and claws, then hugged Ansu's tail feathers and continued:

Tyrion tried to extinguish that world with black ice, and then a huge monster bird with a whole body on fire rushed out to fight him! That monster bird is so fierce! It also breathes fire, golden fire! I have never seen However, it will drive Tyrion out of its world, but Tyrion is strong! It is no match for Tyrion, see!

The little girl said to the demigod excitedly:

Tyrion grabbed it by the neck, and it begged for mercy! Yah! Tyrion brought it out!

At this moment, as the great lord's consciousness returned to his body, the thick and cold death force that had not dissipated swept across the entire platform in the form of a weak breeze. Just like entering deep winter, in the eyes of everyone, it withered and withered in an instant...

Fortunately, the great lord withdrew his strength in time, and did not let this heavy concept of death destroy the integrity of the Emerald Holy Land. He took a step back, letting his cold hands leave Rukhmar's bird bone, and in his left hand In his heart, a golden-red soul gem that seemed to be burning like a raging flame stood out.

asshole!

The moment he saw the gem, Ansu's eyes became tyrannical. The demigod almost collapsed under the pressure. It roared and rolled up the wind blade, and rushed towards Tyrion.

What the hell did you do! What did you do to Rukhmar! Give me back my Rukhmar!!!

The scene of a demigod getting angry is extremely terrifying, but at the moment Ansu rushed up, Tyrian raised his hand, and the heavy power of death spread all over his body in an instant, as if he had entered the day when he beat the ancients violently. God's evil ghost warrior form, but this time only the left hand is strengthened. Under the gaze of the archdruids, a dark, huge, eerie ghost claw covered with armor followed Tyrion's waving hand and grabbed it. Sky.

Fragmented small dark red lightnings danced on the giant ghost claws manifested by the power of death, grabbed the storm shield around Ansu's body, and then accurately clasped the angry Ansu in the palm of his hand. His left hand swung downward, and the cold and eerie ghost claw made of energy grabbed Ansu and smashed it hard on the ground of the Emerald Holy Land.

This blow was like a meteor falling to the ground, like the earth buzzing.

kuang

This blow caused the life energy dissipated in the Emerald Holy Land to explode in all directions. Ansu, who was dazzled by anger, was even dizzy from the blow. He was not a warrior demigod who should face the enemy head-on. , an assassin-type demigod ran to face the great lord, isn't this looking for a beating?

Are you awake?

On the edge of the impact-shaped pit, Tyrion held the burning ferocious soul in his right hand, looked at Ansu who was struggling to get up from the pit, and said in a deep voice:

Open your blind eyes...this is not your Rukhmar at all!

Um?

Ansu's eyes widened. Indeed, although the appearance looked exactly the same, the soul of the golden flame raven trapped in Tyrion's soul gem roared like a real beast and rushed madly. The shell of the soul gem does not appear to be rational at all.

This... this is not...

This is your trouble!

The great lord looked back at Rukhmar's skeleton that was cooling down rapidly behind him, and said softly:

1,200 years ago, you revived Rukhmar by mistake, only its body, but not its soul, but the body of a demigod contains terrible vitality, and a frenzied creature was born in a body without a soul. The mindless will of the beast... You told me the story yourself, have you forgotten it yourself?

But Ysera told me that the frantic consciousness has been eliminated!

Ansu shouted, Tyrion shrugged, and looked at the burning soul gem in front of his eyes:

Obviously, Ysera's extermination was not complete, but it's not the poor awakened one's fault. Rukhmar's existence form is different from all demigods. For a living creature, mistakes can be forgiven, after all, she is only a dream dragon, she is not a soul dragon...she is not a professional.

What about Rukhmar?

Ansu shrunk his body and flew out of the impact crater. It flew around Rukhmar's rapidly cooling black bird bone for a week, and deep worries flashed in those black agate-like eyes.

It's cooling...I've never seen it like this before, Rukhmar is the sun incarnate, it shouldn't go out!

It's not extinguished, stupid and ignorant Ansu!

Seeing Rukhmar's skeleton become completely cold and dead, Tyrion took a decisive step back, narrowed his eyes, and said to Ansu:

This is a cycle... from death to life. According to my guess, Rukhmar's existence is very similar to the legendary phoenix. Every time she is born from the cold ashes, it is a brand new self... It's hard to imagine what a beautiful creature that would be, to be honest, Ansu, you black and ugly raven, probably really don't deserve it.

The High Lord snapped his fingers, and several archdruids of the Blightcaller immediately began to guide the life energy of the Emerald Holy Land. In the breath of the Seed of Life, an unimaginably huge and pure life force gushed out from every angle of the platform, constantly The sound poured into Rukhman's cold bones, and the sound of a giant beast swallowing water came from the invisible space, as if a certain huge consciousness was slowly floating on the surface of the water.

The chief culprit who occupied the magpie's nest has been removed, and the master of true consciousness has opened his eyes...

When the first red-gold flames floated over Rukhmar's bones, Tyrion stroked Yuna's hair and said softly:

Look, it's awake!

crash

Almost at the moment when Tyrion's words fell to the ground, a gorgeous golden-red light began to dance on Rukhmar's charred skeleton, just like the most skilled craftsman in the world was weaving a peerless long dress, accompanied by golden The beating of red flames and light, in the continuous supply of life energy from the Seed of Life, on Rukhmar's bones, the flesh and blood is rapidly recovering.

Like wildfire starting a prairie fire, amidst the fluttering golden-red flame feathers of the Emerald Holy Land, on the platform where Rukhmar's skeleton was placed, and amidst the beating of the flames, a beautiful and thrilling sun raven appeared There.

The four archdruids of the Blightcaller sighed in unison. Even they who have the deepest research on life energy have never seen such a beautiful creature.

Wow!

The little ghost sitting on Tyrion's shoulder was so shocked at this moment that even the candy in his hand dropped to the ground. Yuna's eyes widened, and the phantom-like scene in front of her eyes was beyond the child's words. At the limit, she could only keep making meaningless exclamations.

This is normal, because even the well-informed Tyrion doesn't know how to describe the real resurrected Rukhmar.

In the world of Draenor, the arakko people respectfully call Rukhmar the sun spirit. In the myth of the arakko people, Rukhmar is the symbol of the sun. This description is not exaggerated. At this moment, in this emerald On the large platform of the Holy Land, the sleeping Rukhmar quietly curled up in his spread flame wings. Every feather on the wings completely composed of golden-red flames could be seen clearly, but on every feather, All rippling with the flames of burning flames.

Its head is 7 points similar to Anzu's, both are in the form of ravens in the world of Draenor, but on Rukhmana's burning feathers, there are 9 feathers dancing in the air, composed entirely of golden-red flames Fluttering like real feathers, the flames remaining in the air brought golden light and shadows, and behind it was a flame tail feather that was fluffier than Ansu's wide tail feathers. This was not a demigod in the traditional sense at all. ...this is the perfect combination of life and elements.

It's no wonder that every time Ansu mentioned Rukhmar, he would show a sense of self-ashamed and humble.

According to the aesthetics of Azeroth's creatures, Ansu is definitely not ugly, but compared with Rukhmar in front of him, Ansu is like a deformed ugly monster picked up from a coal pile...

Rukmar...my, my Rukhmar...

The lover Ansu missed for 3,000 years was right in front of him, and he only needed a call to wake him up. But at the last moment, Ansu hesitated. He took a step back in a daze, and looked back at Terry. Ang, it doesn't know whether it should wake it up, it's afraid... fearing that what it wakes up is another irrational beast, not its true lover.

Counsel!

In this regard, Tyrion commented mercilessly:

The goddess is right in front of you, and she is asleep, you dare not go up...Ansu, you have done so much for it, you should stand by its side and accompany it to see the scenery of the new world...Of course, If you are unwilling to do this, let me think about it, the Dark Blade Legion seems to lack a symbol, I think Rukhmar is actually quite suitable, very majestic, and very powerful...

No!

Ansu screamed, flapped his wings and flew towards the sleeping Rukhma. The storm raven folded its wings lightly and landed beside the sleeping Rukhma. It lowered its head, full of unimaginable tenderness, It whispered in Rukhmar's ear with a trembling voice:

It's time to wake up...my love...

swish

Rukhmar, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, was awakened at this moment. The Yangyan Raven, who had been asleep for 3,000 years, was frightened and subconsciously flapped its wings, about to fly into the sky. However, this subconscious movement, instantly It turned into a disaster.

The golden-red sun flames flowed along Rukhmar's flapping wings, piercing in all directions in a sunny manner. The temperature of the entire Emerald Holy Land rose by at least 10° at this moment, and the freshly restored grass around the platform began to burn again. Burning blazingly, everything touched by the flames summoned by Rukhmar burns at the fastest speed. This fusion of elemental flames has an unimaginable burning intensity, even those supported by archdruids like Staghelmet. The natural barriers were quickly burned through.

Tyrion hugged the screaming Yuna in his arms, and quickly retreated into the realm of death. As an undead, he instinctively hated this kind of flame full of positive energy.

Ansu! Quiet your stupid wife!

The high lord's cold voice echoed on the platform:

It nearly burned my favorite dress...

Trust me, you don't want to see me angry!