Azeroth’s Death Track

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The war in Alanka Peak Forest is over.

At dawn, the fallen crows who had escaped the strangulation rushed into the dark forest, but their remodeled order has been completely defeated. What will be waiting for them will be the pursuit of the undead undead.

The tens of thousands of fallen ravens entrenched in the Ankaraz Crow's Nest were almost completely destroyed. After this battle, the Dark Warlock Regiment under Tyrion finally had enough recruits to supplement, and the Howler Legion was also in this night raid Demonstrated their strong fighting power, they are worth relying on.

In the Auchinton Necropolis, every minute and second a "pure" high-ranking raven was resurrected and joined the Howler Legion, and they will be stationed in Alanka in accordance with Tyrion's promise to Queen Resh Fenglin, rebuild the destroyed Tongtian Peak.

Yrel discovered Lexi in a forest that was completely destroyed. At that time, the claw queen was comatose, and the whole body was wrapped in a whistling storm and a thick shadow. After hours, she woke up and her severed left arm had been reshaped under the blood mage Severn’s treatment, but Queen Lexi’s emotions were somewhat wrong.

The first thing after she woke up was to look for Tyrion.

She asked Tyrion to honor her promise.

"Of course, I am very willing to leave all the crow eggs we found to you to manage. This is your power as the queen of claws."

Tyrion was not angry because of Lexi's rigid tone. In fact, the moment Lexi appeared in front of him, he discovered the problem in Queen Claw's soul.

He looked at the silent Queen of Claws sitting in front of his eyes, and Tyrion said softly:

"Do you need our help about the extra things in your soul? This seems to be a powerful soul body that erases all consciousness by itself, relying on yourself... It is difficult for you to "digest" it completely."

"That was my father, Terokk, the king of claws."

Lexi's eyes were dull, she said dryly:

"He didn't apologize to me, didn't comfort me, but directly squeezed its power into me... such a father is really incompetent."

The Queen of the Claws looked at Tyrion with no sadness in her eyes:

"Can you imagine? Mr. Tyrion, we haven't seen each other for 600 years. I died because of him. In a short reunion, he didn't even say a sorry word to me or even hug me... if you It’s me, can you accept it all?”

Facing this problem, Tyrion was silent for a moment. He placed his fingers on the table with his fingers crossed, and looked at the Queen of Claws with a kind of "gentle" eyes. His new subordinate, he organized the language, Speaking of:

"Like you, Lexi, I also lost my loved ones. I saw her die before my eyes and was taken away by death, but I can’t save her, I can’t save her in my way, do you know why?"

Lexi shook her head. Tyrion looked at Queen Claw. He increased his tone:

"Because she doesn't need it! My adoptive mother doesn't need my kind of salvation. In her heart, the peaceful death like other elves is the true destination of soul and life. The reason why I tell you this is because you and me Made the same mistake!"

"As far as I know, His Majesty Terokk has been crazy for witnessing your death for decades, and the kind of powerlessness has driven it crazy. It has even started to raise a butcher knife to its own compatriots... it has been painful enough. Well, Lexi, the reason it doesn’t apologize to you or comfort you is not because it doesn’t love you and doesn’t value you, because it can’t do it... Why does it erase all consciousness by itself?"

Tyrion's eyes became deeper:

"It is afraid that its madness will hurt you... It is like all parents, leaving the most precious things to you, but afraid of hurting you, even dare not say anything more to you... Lexi, you have a good father, it deserves your respect, nostalgia, as for your death... that’s not its fault, and you have already avenged yourself, haven’t you?”

"Oh? Is that true?"

Lexi closed her eyes and responded dryly, but judging from her clenched claws, her mood was probably not calm.

"Okay, you need to be alone for a while."

Tyrion rubbed his eyes and said softly:

"Your Majesty Terokk has left you with a huge legacy. If you can fully digest its power, you will become one of the most powerful beings in this world, but I estimate it will take a long time... The Blade Knights will all evacuate Alanka Peak Forest, and I will also return those captured Tibetans. How to rebuild Tongtian Peak and the Crow Civilization is your business and your responsibility."

"Queen Lexi, I just hope you can remember your agreement..."

Tyrion stood up and adjusted his black hunting suit. He walked over to Queen Claw and patted her on the shoulder:

"I'm going to Shattrath City, and you should go back and rule your new kingdom."

"I will not forget the promise."

Lexi whispered: "The Howler Legion will be used for you, and after the revival of the Crow civilization, I will also join the Dark Crow Knights with the dead Crow... using this cursed life and soul , Fight for you forever!"

"well!"

Tyrion nodded. He pushed open the door and went out. When the figure disappeared, his voice passed into Lexi's ear:

"The Queen of Claws, the Council of Death Lords, will always have your place."

In the intact upper level room of Oakington, Lexi stood up, she walked to the window covered by the heavy curtains, and looked at the ruins in front of the eyes that were not warm sunlight, she held out her hands, fingers like claws Touching the escaping sunlight, a slight tingling made Lexi frown.

At this moment King Terokk's last blessing sounded in her heart:

"Fly towards the sun...fly..."

"Uh"

At the next moment, Queen Claw pulled the heavy curtains in front of her and let the sun shine on her completely. The collision of death energy and sunlight made her body burst into a burning ash, and the next moment was lightened The wind blows away, and in this painful sunshine, the Queen of Claws reaches out and removes a quaint and dim golden bracelet from her wrist.

It was 600 years ago, when King Terokk defeated the Tiger and returned, she personally made a gift for her father.

The golden wrist was caught in the palm of the Queen of the Claws. She closed her eyes and realized the sun again after 600 years. The scorching, flame-like light, in which the Queen Leahy wore the golden bracelet. On the wrist, the next moment, her wings spread behind her back, like...

Embrace the sun completely.

The golden light was beating on her bleak crown, like a new beginning of a passing civilization.

"Father...I will rebuild the glorious civilization of the ancestors, I will rebuild the world of the Crow, and..."

The soul belonging to King Terokk appeared in front of Queen Lexi. The soul, who had erased self-consciousness, stood slack, letting Lexi extend her hand, surrounding this weightless, untouchable soul, she would As in the past, burying her head in her father's chest, she said softly:

"I...forgive you, father, I miss you so much..."

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"Wow, wow"

The huge raven flapped its wings and flew in the sky. Its body was nearly 7 meters long, and its wings were 10 meters wide. Every feather on the body was about the same length as the arrows used by the elves, and it was extremely hard. When necessary, these ravens will use their feathers as weapons to attack the enemy. Its tail is thick and beautiful gray feathers, which spread out in the air, very beautiful.

On top of the raven’s head, there is a comfortable saddle and reins inlaid with precious stones. The forehead of this raven has golden ornaments made by the raven people, just like a crown, but it is harder than steel. Above the huge bird's beak, there are a pair of dark red eyes, representing its undead identity.

The shadow of this behemoth passing over the ground looks shocking. The ravens living in the highest part of the Alanka Peak Forest have always been known for their great power and tyrannical character in the world of Draenor. Even the raven people are not likely to provoke these giant beasts. , But they used to be the children of Ansu, they only obeyed the will of the crow god.

So after Tyrion and Ansu reached some consensus, the cemetery of this giant raven was opened to the Knights of Dark Blade, and the resurrected raven had a new name: the raven of death.

"I prefer this beautiful raven to a boneless death knell. It has both strength and speed. It can also use sonic magic, and even after a group, it can even easily compete with the dragon."

Tyrion sat on the saddle and reached out and patted the head of the Death Raven. He was very satisfied with the new member of the Dark Blade Knights, and beside him, Yrel was regretfully playing with a shed feather. She said softly:

"Unfortunately, the number of death ravens is too small, and An Su will not allow us to kill those living ravens for transformation. There are only more than 30 bones in the raven cemetery, and the others are weathered because of the long time. Well...the life of these big guys is very long, they are hard to die naturally."

"You can't ask too much for everything, Yrel."

Tyrion shook his head. He was not worried about this issue. He looked at Shattrath City in the distance and he said softly:

"Ansu will eventually leave this world. At that time, the living Death Raven may not be so long-lived...and these beasts occupy some of the best peaks in the Alanka forest, our buds The Queen of Greece is going to rebuild the Crow civilization, and probably will not let the beasts occupy the best resources... You see, what you regret is not a problem at all. Time is on our side."

Talking, Tyrion's brows were frowned. He looked back at Yrel. The draenei death knight's head was lowered, and he had been playing with the feathers in his hands. It was not as lively as usual.

"You are worried, right?"

Tyrion asked: "Meeting Velen will make you feel nervous?"

"I am not, I am not..."

Yrel, like a child who was called to break her mind, raised her head violently, but when he saw Tyrion's calm eyes, she hesitated for a moment and said with some interest:

"Okay, I do have some tension...Although I always say I hate Velen's cowardice, hate him for abandoning us and fleeing alone, throwing people in the dark temple to die, but...to be honest, I also Knowing that, facing that situation, Velen had no good way to save us."

"I grew up listening to the prophet's story from an early age."

A trace of confusion flashed in Yrel’s dark red eyes:

"Everyone is talking about how great and merciful the Prophet is. I used to think that the day I became a voter of the Holy Light, the village of Ambori held a grand ceremony for me. I thought I would eventually become a great priest like the Prophet. , But the day when the Temple of Karapo fell..."

"I saw Velen's fragile side. He is not as great as the legend. He is just a living longer mortal. He will also feel powerless and painful..."

"Mr. Tyrion, I actually want to forgive him. I know that is not his fault."

Yrel lowered his head and clenched his fists:

"But if I forgive him, then in the ten years of struggle, all the pain and torture that I have suffered, is it not meaningless for me to stick to the beliefs I have now? Then now I will also become a little bit Meaningless..."

"Uh"

Tyrion's hand rested on Yrel's head. He rubbed Yrel's very neat hair. He looked at the girl in front of him and whispered:

"So, after all, you are just a child who has not grown up."

"You hate Velen, forgive him. This is not important at all. From the day I called you, you have a new life and a new future. You got rid of the past of death, but you The soul and consciousness of the past remain in the past, entangled in what happened in the past, which will make you ignore the present you should cherish..."

Tyrion coughed slightly, he closed his eyes and said:

"For a while, when I was just awake, I was also immersed in the hatred and vowed revenge of the past, but when I actually completed the revenge of my loved ones, I realized that in order not to let myself go crazy, I A more ambitious goal must be found, to shift the focus from the past to the future... that’s why I’m so indulgent in Luminas"

"Yrel, I never want my subordinates to use vengeance as a simple motivation to live, because once you complete the revenge, the emptiness of the soul will engulf you instantly and destroy you completely."

Tyrion's fingers rubbed Yrel's cheek, he opened his eyes again, and looked at his subordinates, he said seriously:

"You have to know that the life of the dead is too heavy, and the will of revenge cannot support this fate. You must learn to forget the past, not to forget it completely, but to let yourself not be affected by all the past. After all, for For you now, Velen is just a familiar stranger...don't be bound by him anymore, let yourself live free and pure, and live as Yrel!"

"The story of Yrel, the electorate of the Holy Light, is over. Now, the story of Yrel, the death knight. In this story, the character Velen has no special meaning. Do you understand?"

"What about you? Mr. Tyrion!"

Yrel looked at Tyrion just as a student looked at the teacher. She whispered:

"After you have finished your revenge, what are your goals for yourself? Fighting against demons?"

The death knight curled his finger and tapped on Yrel’s forehead before whispering:

"Fighting against demons is just a process. I hope to see my fate changed by my hands, no matter whether the change is good or bad, and I will witness the growth and development of the changed fate with you..."

"Until you and I are completely "the past"."

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