Azeroth’s Death Track

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Azeroth is a magical world.

There are many miracles in this world that will never happen in other worlds, such as the powerful burning legion in this world, such as a peculiar life bred in this world.

Star Soul... Titan's soul, the vast universe, not every planet will breed a star soul, but any world that breeds a star soul, its civilization will thrive.

Although the world of Draenor also has civilization, it is a pity that there is no star soul inside it, which leads to the fact that the world of Draenor is incomplete in a sense.

"The world of Azeroth has a special plane called Emerald Dream."

In the darkness of Alanka Peak Forest, Tyrion’s conversation with Ansu, the **** of crows, is ongoing. The death knight lowered his voice and was telling Azeroth’s secret.

"It is said that it is the actual embodiment of the dream of the world. In short, that plane is magical. It lies between existence and non-existence. In the grace of Ysera, one of the guardians of Azeroth, the awakener, any All recognized souls can enter that plane... including the demi-god!"

The death knight looked at An Su:

"You should be very clear that the wild demigods like you are powerful, even after death, the corpses will not decay, only the soul is aging, and the emerald dream is the world that provides soul, the wild demigods of Azeroth All live in that world to stop the aging of the soul and the reincarnation of life after death..."

"That is to say, even if you are so weak now, only you can enter the Emerald Dream, one day, your soul will return to its strongest state!"

"This is useless! This is useless!"

Ansu throbbed violently on the stone, and he stared at Tyrion:

"I don't care if my life grows old, I only care about Rukma! My dear love! It's dead... According to you, even if there is that emerald dream, it can't be resurrected again!"

"silly!"

Tyrion scolded, he said in a deep voice:

"The resurrection of the wild gods is the process of the resurrection of the body and the soul. If only the body is resurrected, then only a monster without wisdom and soul is born! You want to resurrect your wife, my stupid demigod, you have to first Revive its sleeping soul..."

"Don't tell me, Lukma's soul has disappeared between heaven and earth! I don't believe that the demigod's soul is not so easy to dissipate!"

"Monster without wisdom and soul?"

An Su seemed to be hit by his soul with this sentence. It stood on the rock dumbly, and after a long time, it let out a long sigh.

"You are right...mortal, you are right, no wonder, no wonder that after the priests resurrected Rukma 1200 years ago, it will only fly and eat mechanically, but no longer respond to my call.. .No wonder!"

"What? Rukma has been resurrected?"

Tyrion's heart is tight, although in the game, players occasionally encounter world-class BOSS Rukma in Alanka Peak Forest, but that is a game after all, and for more than a year, Tyrion and him The death knights did not find a firebird-like creature in the sky of Alanka Peak Forest.

"In your opinion, it was a failed attempt."

An Su said in a low voice:

"1200 years ago, I couldn't bear the thoughts of my heart. I secretly drove a group of priests who believed in me to find the body of Rukma and resurrected it at a great cost...but it was like a soul lost. Like the beast, it can't even control its own heat. It's like the second round of the sun, which burned many crows. In desperation, I can only seal it."

"That's it. Of course, you can only resurrect its body..."

The death knight’s voice is a little weird. In front of him, the demigod resurrected his girlfriend, but did not bring back his soul. That is to say, he had a mentally handicapped girlfriend in his hand, and he could let it... Gee Gee, it seems An Su's heart is wild.

However, no matter how powerful the wild **** is, it is only based on the beast. An Su did not find Tyrion’s dirty idea. Speaking of it, after reaccepting the existence of Aurelia, Tyrion’s emotions seemed to be lively. A lot, although it is still very indifferent most of the time.

"So if you still want to see your former goddess Rukma, you have to find a way to take it to Azeroth."

The death knight's voice became strange:

"Find a way to mix into the wild demigods, get their trust, let them accept you and Rukma, and then use the power of the Emerald Dream to slowly wake up the soul of Rukma... By that time, the sun The spirit will be truly reborn!"

This suggestion made An Su silent. After more than ten seconds, the crow **** looked at Tyrion with a gaze, and whispered:

"The civilizations of the orcs and ravens were born and developed under my eyes. I know their thinking better than many mortals themselves. I don’t believe you will be so great and do not ask for it. If you are really a saint among mortals, I Don’t dare to cooperate with you...well, mortal, what do you want from me?"

"I want a lot."

Tyrion said unabashedly:

"First of all, I want the soul of the fallen Crow in your hand, everything!"

The death knight stared at An Su in front of him. This is undoubtedly an excessive requirement. After Rukma’s death, An Su was almost the asylum of the raven. This act of directly opening the mouth to request the believer’s soul, there is no doubt. May be seen as a provocation.

But beyond Tyrian's expectations, after he made the request, An Su barely hesitated:

"Okay! All for you!"

It was surprisingly refreshing, and Tyrion was also stunned. Then he asked back:

"Is the believer's soul so worthless to you here?"

"Believers? You say they are my believers?"

An Su looked at Tyrion with a weird look, and he asked faintly: "Do you remember whose blood shed on them?"

This sentence made Tyrion understand all the reasons, the divinity of the fallen Crow, their bloodline was not inherited from Ansu, but was contaminated by the power of the Wind Serpent Spirit Sai Tai, and the Crow itself was The creatures created by Rukma gave up Rukma's will and used dark power, which seems to be a blasphemy against the holy Rukma in the eyes of Ansu who is obsessed with it.

"I guided them just so that the dark power of Sethe would not sweep the place where Rukma and I were born... I collected their souls in the same way, but you also saw that the blood of Sethe contaminated their souls, The appearance and change of appearance is only the most insignificant situation, and what is more terrible is the darkness awakened in their hearts..."

An Su flapped his wings and rolled up the dark wind. It screamed and said with a trace of sarcasm:

"At least I haven't instigated them to arm up to attack those high-ranking ravens, go to Oakington to plot a dangerous conspiracy, and pull the world to die together."

"Maybe their depravity is persecution, but this does not mean that they are kind in nature. In fact, after Lukma's orthodox beliefs have been distorted, I have been too lazy to manage them. It is best if you are willing to take over these troubles."

"As for the faith you said, the faith they gave me could not eat or drink. You also saw that I am just a smart beast. What do you say I want those things to do?"

"Then I resurrected these guys, you have no problem with them as cannon fodder?"

Tyrion asked with his eyes narrowed, and An Su tweeted at his dissatisfaction:

"I can’t control you, and it’s hard for me to fight against the darkness that gathers together, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to see you do this... so don’t do your evil tricks in Alanka Peak Forest, don’t provoke a loneliness Demigod!"

"Okay, let's talk about the second condition."

Tyrion stopped the topic. He pursed his lips and said:

"In a few days, I may need you to help me deal with a tricky guy. Rest assured, I won’t let you stand alone against it, just need to help me attract some attention when necessary, that’s all, as In return, after everything is over, I will plan an action that will allow you and Rukma to mix more smoothly into the wilderness of Azeroth."

"Oh? Listen to what you mean, those wild gods are a united group, and they don't trust outsiders, so I am more curious, what will you do?"

An Su asked curiously, and the death knight grinned:

"The best way to be friends with a stranger is to fight against an opponent with them."

"And most coincidentally, the wild gods... hate death."

"You will become a newcomer in the Emerald Dream, and if you are more enthusiastic and generous towards those druids, show your special skills, you will soon gain enough in the druids' parliament Supporters, believe me, that is very important for your resurrection of Rukma."

The death knight had a chance to face the glorious Ansu:

"The wild gods may not care about these things, but their believers have a well-organized organization, and once organized, the struggle for power... is inevitable, hey, let me think about it, Lukma...maybe Can you wrap up your girlfriend, how is the sun god's messenger in another world? This will definitely allow your husband and wife to get enough supporters in those tauren groups..."

"And when I return to that world, you and me... we will share a new world! Come on, make the most noble contract, Ansu, the **** of crows!"

"I help you, you help me!"

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The fallen crows claim to be guided by the great crow **** Ansu, but in fact Ansu has no feelings for them. This is a cruel reality. The wild gods’ views on good and evil are different from mortals, and mortals always like to believe in themselves Imagine omnipotence and perfection.

This is common to all intelligent life.

And now, the fallen crows who professed Ansu’s faithful believers gathered in the Ankaraz crow’s nest. Under the guidance of the crow priests, these fallen crows faced the death knights surrounded from all sides, in despair. Can bet everything in this last call.

The fallen crows who came from far away didn’t even know what the priests wanted to call, but under the merciless offensive of the Dark Blade Knights, they could only choose to trust these priests, and on the outermost side of the dense crowd, some The crow hides and rolls. People sighed and sighed, carrying the ancient scrolls, and were about to leave.

The Tibetans are the rare among the fallen Crows who also worship knowledge and traditions. Even on the most difficult days, they do their best to collect ancient scrolls scattered in various places in Alanka Peak Forest. They are the darkness of civilization. Recorder of the times.

Seeing the end of the fallen Crow, the Tibetans are very pessimistic about the outcome of this war, seeing that their countrymen have finally done the most taboo things, seeing that they intend to break the line between life and death The people who felt the catastrophe were going to leave...

No one pays attention to these aliens.

The priests who were nagging the gods took the fallen crows and surrounded them in front of the crow claw altar. This altar is quite old, but now it has been renovated and put on a mess of sacrifices... These crow-claw priests don't care. The ritual of priests of Rukma and Ansu during the Apexis civilization has long been lost. After Tongtianfeng was destroyed by the orcs, let alone the sacrifice, it was so difficult to live.

The incense was ignited, and the crow claw priests knelt down to the ground in a weird taste. In front of the altar were rows of scarecrows carefully adorned, decorated with gorgeous leather armor and sharp wings, looking and advanced The crows are very similar, and under each scarecrow is a carefully decorated body of a high-level crow.

This was selected from hundreds of high-ranking raven captives killed, and will serve as a carrier of powerful souls returning from the dead country.

Yes, this time the Crows will summon the most powerful warriors in their history!

Under the desperation shrouded above their heads, they intend to use death... to fight death!

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