Azeroth’s Death Track

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The rebirth of Princess Lexi is an accident.

She was stripped of the divinity of the Sun Spirit Rukma by her compatriots during her lifetime, and was cruelly pushed down the ground from Tongtian Peak. When she fell in the cursed Terokkar Valley, the murdered princess died on the spot, leaving her alone. Like other exiles, they can be contaminated by the spirit of Sai Tai, the Wind Serpent Spirit.

She is naturally "purified", but this purity is a hard-to-copy accident, but after clarifying the biggest problem, Tyrion and Seven have enough confidence in the death call of the Crow.

"So, now is the era after 600 years?"

Blinking eyes with Princess Raven, who is behind Tyrion, chatting with the unfamiliar spiritual link and Lord Dark Blade Lord, this is also impossible. The language of the Raven is too obscure, and most of them are The form of birds screaming expresses different meanings, you can't let Tyrion also scream and chat with Her Royal Highness?

That was simply rude.

"Has the era of the Father King and the Crow Kingdom been over?"

Faced with the sorrow of the last princess, Tyrion did not hide too much, he replied straightforwardly:

"After your father, Terokk, the king of the claws, was framed and exiled by the Hagel priests, the Crow’s kingdom had collapsed, and within 600 years, your compatriots retreated from feudalism to the theocracy, The priests used their faith to arbitrarily intervene in the wisdom of recovery, forcibly tearing apart your civilization, and the crows who once ruled the entire Draenor sky have fallen to the point where no orcs can beat..."

The death knight looked back at Lexi. He said in a deep voice:

"Although cruel, I still have to say that, Her Royal Highness, those priests paid the price for the murders of the past, and Tongtianfeng has completely turned into a wreck... and fortunately, there is still one in our war Criticize the unexecuted sun priests...that is, the descendants of the Hagel priests."

"This is rude!"

Princess Lexi replied sharply:

"Since it is so rude, it is such an unforgivable sin to be crowned with the title "Sun"!"

"So, I think you should be happy to solve these troubles for us..."

Tyrion waved his hand, and the death knights in front of him opened the gate. In the darkness, the sun priests who had survived the death knight's slaughter were chained in a dark prison cage, waiting for their end.

Seeing the killer Tyrion appear, these priests screamed in panic, the noisy sound was like breaking into the bird cage, Tyrion frowned, he turned around and engraved the two seals with the Necrotic Talisman Wen's Crowman's machete was stuffed into Princess Lexi's hand. He looked at the undead princess in front of him, and he whispered:

"Go, Lexi, vent your death anger on these murderers..."

"Soon, you will have an imperial guard that suits your identity... By that time, I will give you back the ruling power of Alanka Peak Forest. This is your divine right, and those Young Crows... don’t you want to personally reshape the Crows’ civilization?"

"You have experienced the last prosperity of civilization in person, are you willing to watch the glory of the once crow kingdom, buried so humblely in this world?"

"I... can I really?"

Although Princess Lexi inherited the bravery of her father, the warlike claw king Terokk, she was actually a skilled craftsman. She did not like fighting, otherwise she would not be so easy 600 years ago. Was captured by the rebel Hagel priests.

She took a step back and looked at the scimitar shining in her hand, she whispered:

"I know, I am an unqualified princess, because my cowardice, even my father suffered from nightmares...I am a sinner in the Crow Kingdom, maybe my father is more suitable than me...you can Resurrecting me will naturally recall my father..."

"It's a pity that your father's whereabouts are ultimately unknown, how to resurrect without a body? There is not much left for you, I suggest you atonement from now on... you see, the choice is always in your hands."

Tyrion looked at the princess with beautiful blue feathers. He reached out and touched the blue feathers that stood upright on her head, and then strode away, giving Lexi an indifferent back:

"Either you will be completely defeated in pain and become a ridiculous waste!"

"Either draw strength in pain and confession, and reshape the ruined past with your own hands...I hope you make a wise choice, Princess Lexi, Knight of the Dark Blade...No waste!"

The subordinate knights guarding the cage also left here, leaving Lexi and the sun priests locked in chains in the dark, watching the death knights leaving, and the panicking raven priests with cunning eyes. , They looked at this strange blue fellow in front of them, they screamed:

"Come and let us go!"

"Madam, come and give us freedom, don't believe those death knights!"

"They are all killers, come help us, fellow!"

"Tongtianfeng Ritual Group will have your place, and you will become a glorious sun priest!"

"To shut up!"

A sharp hissing interrupted the voices of the sun priests. The princess in the past raised her head and opened her arms. The flowing wind wrapped around the scimitar in her hands. The faint blue light in the eyes of the bird became colder.

"600 years ago, even the noble Hagel priest did not dare to call himself "the sun"! Who gave you the power to drive the name of the sun! The descendants of the murderers..."

"Pure faith has been defiled. In your eyes, I only see the light like a beast, foolish!"

Two scimitars intertwined with the howling wind were placed in front of Lei Xi, the hesitation and pain in the eyes of the last princess of the Crow finally faded away, leaving only a cold and calm, every feather on her wings trembling When he got up, let the light wind wind around her body, and the wind screamed and bowed down, just like the king of claws who took the crows to defeat foreign enemies 600 years ago.

"After 600 years, you have fallen into Sri Lanka! The children of the sun and the storm soaring above the sky should not live in such a humble attitude..."

"In the sacred veins of the rulers of Tongtianfeng and Alanka Tianding, in the name of Terokk's son, Queen Lexi..."

"Gift to you..."

"death!"

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"Will that princess follow us?"

The busy blood mage Seven asked in a low voice:

"She is not a crow who lost her faith. In her time, the belief in the sun is still very pure, and she has experienced the last glory of the crow kingdom. Such a person, it is difficult to really bow his head."

"Lexi is a clever crow. She feels guilty about her compatriots and you have a slightly wrong understanding of the classics, my Mr. Seven."

Tyrion sat aside, holding a translated epic poem. While reading those ancient stories, he said:

"The true noble Apexis civilization of the Crow was as early as 1,200 years ago, the Hagel priest who worshipped the sun and the Skark priest who studied the power of the shadow had been split in the battle, and the Hagel priest had achieved Victory, a pure belief in the sun was established at that time, and their depravity also began at that time. In the days when Reich and her father Terok were active, the wisdom of the Crow has been bound."

"Accurately, Reich actually knew that her father’s kingdom would be overthrown by the powerful priests sooner or later, but that didn’t matter...Seven, in Quel'Thalas, we often talked to those When dealing with trolls, don't you find that the situation of the crow is actually similar to the trolls?"

"Ok?"

The blood mage with his head bowed for a moment, his hands were conducting the dance, and two groups of blood beads with dim light were drawn from the body of the fallen crow in front of him. He looked back at Tyrion:

"What do you mean?"

"Every time the trolls wage war, the excuse is "restore the glory of our ancestors"..."

There was a hint of taunt in Tyrion’s mouth:

"Every elf knows that every inch of civilization in Azeroth is basically an ancient troll empire, so trolls can use this poor excuse to easily summon many soldiers, and the crow is also In the same way, the ancestors built a huge and noble civilization, but it is a pity that future generations do not have much ambition, but the glory of the ancestors is still remembered in the mind of every crow...Do you understand?"

"The world of Draenor has no abyss of hell, every soul of the creature that died here is intact, even after being resurrected, they will instinctively think about the meaning of the future, which makes them seem recalcitrant and without love. The necromancers of Zelas are so well controlled."

Tyrion put down the book and rubbed his forehead. He said softly:

"The orcs and the draenei have a bitter hatred of demons, so the death knights of the two tribes are willing to follow us, because we promise to take them to revenge against the demons...but the crows are different, they have no hatred from demons, If you want to tie them to the dark blade chariot, you have to use a way!"

"Head sheep!"

Blood Mage Seven said a word, he looked at Tyrion:

"A group of confused sheep needs a head sheep. The head sheep will lead them when they are eating grass. The head sheep will protect them when they are attacked. Similarly, the head sheep will take them to the butcher when they are about to be killed. Slaughterhouse... Lexi is the head sheep of your choice, right? Her identity and blood, combined with the banner to restore the glory of the crow, makes the resurrected crows willing to follow her."

"Even the dead souls will reunite under the lofty goal! Oh, Mr. Tyrion, you have to say...you are really cunning!"

"Don't make it so ugly, Mr. Seven, although you are right."

Tyrion was somewhat dissatisfied with the blood mage's expression. His fingers turned in the air and whispered:

"But we got an air legion that can cross two worlds. The resurrected queen Reich also has enough time to reshape her civilization, and both sides will benefit... this is a win-win situation!"

"Win-win? Okay..."

The Blood Mage shrugged and continued to work on his own:

"No wonder you can be our leader, Tyrion. It seems that you have more than powerful power, but I have bad news for you."

"what?"

The death knight raised his head, and the blood mage did not look back. He was busy extracting the faint "divine" blood from the crow's body, and said:

"The enlistment of the high-ranking ravens went smoothly. After extracting the divinity of the sun spirits, they can be resurrected with the normal psychic magic circle, but the problem is with the fallen ravens, and their shadow divinity is also easy to be Extraction, but...their souls dissipated, and there was an existence that we didn't know about. We were collecting the souls of fallen Crows. I pointed this out at the beginning."

"Although the Fallen Crow can't fly, their shadow spells and primitive witchcraft are not to be underestimated. They are very suitable for becoming a dark-edged warlock group. Even if the dead body is resurrected, it is just a meaningless walking corpse. So, how do you plan to solve it?"

"That means that behind these fallen Crows, there is a "great" guy sheltering them."

Tyrion stood up and moved his wrists and shoulders. He said softly:

"You continue to deal with the body of the Crow, and let the Auchinton Necropolis run at full capacity. It is necessary to form the legion as quickly as possible. I will solve this trouble now..."

"Wait a minute!"

After Tyrion walked a few steps, he was yelled by the Blood Mage, who reached out his hand, picked up two bottles from the wooden frame beside him, and handed it to the Death Knight, Tyrion took it in his hand, The blood stored in those two bottles should be gold, but the blood in the left-hand bottle is gold, and the blood in the right-hand bottle is black.

"this is?"

Tyrion looked at Seven, who showed an elegant smile:

"The purified demigod blood comes from Rukma, the spirit of the sun, and Setai, the spirit of the wind serpent. I have done living experiments. The blood of Rukma contains sacred and flame properties, while the blood of Setai It is pure shadow, mixed with a little emptiness, because it comes from the wild god, so this blood is rich in pure life attributes...a dying life will also be saved, Of course, there will be some small "sequelae."

"It sounds useless to us."

Tyrion shakes two bottles of half-god blood, but his statement makes Sewen scoff:

"It's just not good at the moment, you and I know that sooner or later we have to start with the living people of Azeroth...the use of these demigod blood, I don't think I need to say more, they may be able to use potions Form has played a new role."

The plain language silenced Tyrion for a moment. He put away the blood bottle and whispered:

"That's the future."

A trace of cunning flashed in the blood mage's bright red eyes. He took a step back and continued his work. He said softly:

"So, Mr. Tyrion, you already hold the key to the future..."

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