Shadow Trails in Azeroth

For ordinary greedy people, plucking the hair of a goose is a basic skill, but there are always some guys who don't like to take the ordinary path, such as Blake Shaw. Others' greed is to leave the hair, but he left the goose.

Greed is really greedy.

If you don't want your life, you really don't want your life.

Seeing Blake preparing to take away 98% of Rukhma's remains, Ansu, a peerless old licker, completely failed to suppress his anger and gave Blake a lesson on the spot.

Of course, considering that old Ansu is already old and the stinky pirate is in his prime, another bad scene of kicking the kindergarten and punching the nursing home was staged in Ansu's lair.

But Black is a guy who respects his elders after all, so he only used coercion to prevent Ansu from "committing suicide".

The power from the ancient sages to control emotions quickly penetrated into the spirit of the Crow God, instantly ending its anger and allowing Ansu to quickly enter a state of "forced calmness".

"You! You must explain the necessity of your actions!"

Ansu was in a very strange state at this time.

It clearly knows that it needs to get angry, that it needs to be angry, but there is only a sense of disgust in its calm heart, but it cannot arouse the emotion of anger.

It was like being "spiritually castrated" all of a sudden.

It flapped its wings and howled at Black. The pirate shrugged and repeated the theory Xalatath just said to Anzu.

The example of Yulong, the God of Wisdom, was also cited.

Ansu has never seen the stone carvings of Yulong, but the unknown lady Hisari Black Crow next to her confirmed this statement. She also had seen it in Pandaria.

The sapphire sculpture of Dragon Heart is a famous wonder there.

"Supreme gods like Yulong Tianzun, who were born from the life force and merged with elements, do not need the support of physical remains when they are reincarnated and resurrected.

From this point of view, Blake's statement is completely valid. "

Black Crow stroked his burning long hair and explained to Ansu:

“And it’s very troublesome for you to carry so many bones with you. If you have to ensure that Rukhma’s bones are intact, then you have to spend a lot of energy to maintain it.

But these bones will gradually lose their power over time. After all, the spirit of the sun is dead. Decay is the fate of the deceased. This is part of the natural cycle.

Rather than stubbornly pursuing material integrity, it is better to pursue symbolic unity. "

The Archdruid used the theory of the Natural School to explain:

"Lord Black has promised that Rukhmar's complete soul can be gathered on the bones in your hands, so it doesn't really mean much whether the other parts are retained."

"Yes, my friend."

Blake gave Miss Black Crow a look of praise, and he persuaded Ansu:

"You left the remains of the goddess here more as a memorial, but now that you have held the key to resurrecting Rukhma, it's time to look to the future.

Putting this pile of things here will only show your distortion and perversion.

It won't be good for your reputation if this gets out.

Come, I will start to help you gather Rukhma's soul and will now. This is a process that requires full concentration. You can't disturb me. "

After saying that, the pirate took a few steps back and stood in front of Rukhma's blackened bird bones. Under Ansu's complicated gaze, he reached out and touched the remains of the sun spirit.

Xal'atath laughed with satisfaction, and transferred his dark will to Rukhmar's remains bit by bit in a manner that did not alarm others.

It's very much like the "occupation" of banshees.

With the transfer of her huge will, the will belonging to Rukhma contained in the bones was also stripped away bit by bit and pushed out of the remains.

Because Rukhmar's original will has been dead for more than thousands of years, this will is very fragile, causing Xal'atath to "quietly" take his time.

A little carelessness will irritate her.

The process took nearly over an hour to finally complete.

However, the effect was very good, because the stimulation of Xal'atath's void power caused some small "activities" in the sleeping Rukhma's will, especially the small section of her bones that was transferred to Ansu's eyes. When he was in death, Old Ansu even clearly heard the sighs and calls of his goddess in her death dream.

That was what Rukhma was still talking about when he died thousands of years ago. That was the name Rukhma called Anzu at the moment of death.

This scene made the old licking dog burst into tears.

Totally unbearable.

Sadness overwhelmed it again, making Old Ansu seem to have returned to the day when Rukhma died, and its spiritual world collapsed on that day.

If Black and Hisari Black Crow weren't still here, Ansu would definitely hide in the lair and cry while holding the goddess's skull.

Alas, who is not a sad baby?

"Look, I didn't lie to you, right?"

After completing the ceremony, Blake put on a "tired" posture. He rubbed his forehead and said to old Ansu with complicated eyes:

"You can also feel that Rukhma's complete and vivid soul is in this small piece of bones in front of you. It is precisely because of the gathering that she is more 'live' than before.

As long as you carry it with you, you can feel more clearly that Rukhma is by your side at all times.

In fact, your goddess has never left you, you poor and lucky infatuated crow, so what you have to do now is not anger, nor regret, nor sadness!

You useless old man, cheer up and work harder, you bastard!

Now is the time to prepare everything in advance for the resurrection of your goddess. If everything goes well, I am sure to advance this matter within a month or two, but you can speed up this matter through your own actual actions.

do you understand me? "

"Understand!"

Ansu, who was "forced to calm down", hung the remains of Rukhma's soul in front of him with a chain made of wind around his neck. It glanced at Blake and said:

"I will return to Skettis immediately and call on the fallen arakkoa to join the anti-demon camp in Shadowmoon Valley. Those bastards who disobey will be driven out of Skettis. May Setai devour their souls!

Tell me, what else do you need them for?

Say it all. "

"Then I'm not welcome. You let the most eloquent bastards among them, the 'Crow Claw Priests' who are responsible for guiding the spirit and faith of the fallen arakkoa, to go to Azeroth!

I want them to spread prophecies of the coming demons in that new world, and let them tell the residents of Draenor about the situation in that world.

I need them to speak out to prove the truth of my dark prophecies. "

Blake rubbed his hands and said to Ansu very politely:

"After all, not all fallen arakkoa are bastards. Skettis has many priests who are loyal to you, right? They are all useful people, and since they are useful, they should be used well.

Give them a chance to live and let them serve our common cause.

in addition"

The pirate pointed to the Archdruid of Flame standing next to him, and he said to Ansu:

“This Hisari Black Crow Archdruid comes from a natural cult that worships the demigods of the wilderness. They have the ability to learn from the demigods and transform into beasts to fight.

As long as you get the blessing of the demigods, their recruits can learn the power of incarnation faster. If you have nothing to do, you can select some talented young people among them.

The decline and marginalization of the Raptor Druid is no longer a day or two.

The Mother of Birds they worshiped died in battle 10,000 years ago. Without a physical body, it was difficult for her to fully convey the wisdom of her wings and sky to her apprentices.

But you are also a demigod of the sky, Old Ansu. Although your wings are twisted and unable to fly, the sky is still your domain. Pass on your knowledge to them.

They will adore you.

I know you don't care about this, but you have to think about Lord Rukhmar at some point.

If she is bound to the Primordial Fire of Azeroth and wants to live in Azeroth in the future, she will also need some followers and servants to serve her. "

The smelly pirate blinked and said:

"You can't let the noble and beautiful Lord Rukhma do everything by himself, and deal with trivial matters like daily food and cleaning the lair, right?

Is that appropriate? "

"Of course it's inappropriate."

Ansu snorted arrogantly, combed his actually very beautiful feathers with his wide mouth, and said:

"My Rukhma has to devote himself to promoting the virtues of the sun. How can he waste so much time on these trivial matters of life? Well, your proposal is very good. The noble goddess really needs some loyal servants.

Just like those arakkoa who had the honor of serving her.

I'll check out these druids. "

This answer surprised Hilisa Black Crow. Although Ansu was unable to fly, it could be seen from the previous brief battle that this old crow had two brushes.

Once they get its support, the Raptor Druids, who have always been in an awkward position among the Druids, will definitely be able to make great progress. This allows Miss Black Crow to temporarily put aside her inner prejudice against Black.

She nodded to the stinky pirate and said to Ansu:

"Then, Lord Anzu, please take some time to follow me to Gorgrond. I would like to introduce a noble person like you who is determined to maintain the power of nature to our leader.

Lord Staghelm will be delighted by this.

I will also summon my mentor, Skyroarer, currently the leader of the Raptor Druids, to come to Draenor to talk to you personally about learning knowledge. "

"Go, go, have a good talk with your future colleagues and Rukhma's future servants."

The pirate also said farewell with a smile on his face:

"Don't worry about Rukhmar's remains, I promise! I swear on Proudmoore's name, every bone of hers will be used in the most appropriate place!

You will meet again soon, my dear and infatuated Ansu.

Take the time to work on your image.

Now you are as destitute as an old dog whose spine has been broken. No girl will like you when you are so bad and down. "

At the urging of the pirates, Ansu reluctantly left his lair.

It looked back frequently, always feeling that it was not a good idea to put the goddess's relics with such a bad guy.

But when he felt Rukhma's familiar breath coming from the bones hanging around his neck, Ansu's empty soul was greatly satisfied and comforted.

Although the process was terrible, it undoubtedly rekindled hope for the future.

Watching Anzu and Hisari leave this hidden mountain lair through the Shadow Gate, Blake let out a sigh of relief and felt that this licking dog was really difficult to deal with.

The next moment, before he could turn around, there was a sound behind him that sounded like the collision and friction of bones, or a blood-curdling sound that sounded like the moment a flame ignited on firewood.

A cold wind blew behind the pirate.

Blake turned his head and saw that a large amount of purple void fire was flying out of Rukma's blackened bird bones, which looked like the resurrection of the sun spirit after being infected by the void.

Those dark purple flames wrapped around Rukhma's body and wings, gathering into exquisite flame feathers in a very elegant manner, just like putting on a seductive purple dress for a lady.

Just a few minutes later, the sun spirit Rukhma was "resurrected" under Blake's amazed gaze.

Although the color of the flame is a bit weird and not as bright, solemn and noble as the legendary solar eagle born from the sun, the flame is a flame.

Filled with flames, Draenor gave birth to the most beautiful natural life, which raised its head again in a low roar.

Her figure is elegant and slender, her wide flaming tail feathers are like the skirts of the flames, and the flaming crown on her head makes her look like the Queen of the Sky.

With the flapping of the flaming wings, small void phoenixes emerged from the flames, neighing and rotating around "Rukhma"'s body, bringing her more mysterious aura.

The sky standing on Blake's shoulders was dumbfounded.

Reborn as the Flame Phoenix, it looked at the Void Eagle standing on the ground and about to fly, and began to seriously consider whether to change its form again.

The Sunlight Eagle in front of me seems to be very beautiful and mighty.

"Well, my dear little master, do you think my new clothes look good?"

Xal'atath, who controlled the new body, skillfully shrunk and reshaped the flaming body, allowing her to shed the flaming feathers in the envelope of void flames, and then transformed into a tall crow as the flaming feathers rotated and swayed. The human queen strolled out.

Rukhmar is the god of the arakkoa, and when she takes human form, she naturally looks like a arakkoa.

It has a human body and a bird head, wearing a crown and arakkoa robes, with folded wings extending from its arms, as well as bird claws and feet.

It has to be said that female arakkoa actually have their own special sense of beauty.

The slender figure is very similar to the harpies of Azeroth, but there is no doubt that the arakkoa's temperament is much better than the fallen harpies who became bandits and lived in their own feces.

"Beautiful is beautiful, just like the arakkoa queen who fell into the void."

Black rubbed his chin and admired the posing Sataras in front of him, but he quickly shook his head and said:

"But I'm a traditional man, my little sweetheart. I still can't accept a wild and beautiful arakkoa as my partner. Maybe it's because the level of human evolution can't accept such a weird aesthetic."

"Hey, isn't it just about changing the appearance of flesh and blood? This is the specialty of us void creatures."

The Dark Essence sneered, she stretched out her hands in front of Blake's eyes, twirled her body, and swayed like a passionate dance.

As the feathers of flames flew away and peeled off, the arrogant and wild Crow Queen quickly shed her feathers and transformed into the form of an elf that he was quite familiar with under the pirate's gaze.

She has white jade skin, a tall figure, long hair as white as the moon, amber eyes, and extremely bold clothing and makeup.

"Oh, it's because Rukhma's foundation is good enough that I have the confidence to make my own elf form based on her."

Xal'atath stroked his cheek, winked at Black and said:

"Ordinary 'clothes' cannot imitate one percent of the astonishing beauty of 'Light of Light' when shaping the body. What is even more difficult to imitate is her proud temperament.

Rukhmar is also a notoriously arrogant guy, and the Sun Queen's temperament is a perfect match for this body. "

Blake's dark little girlfriend approached him while her boyfriend was looking at him in astonishment. She looked down at the smelly pirate with a height difference that was a head higher than Blake. She held his face in her hands and leaned over to give the pirate a passionate kiss.

She finally had a physical body and was ready to move.

I want to officially join this increasingly fierce "competition for partners." Obviously, Maiev's appearance put a lot of pressure on Xal'atath, so that she made a very risky move.

"If Azshara knew what happened here, she would definitely kill us both at all costs."

Blake looked at Xal'atath, who was pouting in front of him and his eyes were watery. He shrugged and said:

"If Old Ansu knew that you were using Rukhmar's body to do such a thing, he would definitely kill us both at all costs. Maybe he and Azshara would even join forces."

"So what?"

Xal'atath snorted and said:

"Will you stop doing the next good thing because you are afraid of them? My little master, since you are pursuing excitement, you must follow through to the end."

"how could be?"

Blake licked his lips and showed a cheeky smile. He put his hand on the shoulders of Xalata's "new clothes" specially shaped to look like "Light of Light", and whispered in her ear:

"Isn't this an NTR that makes people feel bold, shameful and seductive? Ah, I am such a sinful man."

"But now, let's get serious. We have guests, my queen."