Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Look!"

A beautiful scroll made of animal skin was placed on the table of the Great Patriarch Mo Yana. She looked up and looked at the harvest wizard in doubt. The latter stretched lazily and leaned At Mo Yana's desk, he looked at the Great Patriarch and whispered:

"The official letter from the Cenarion Circle to us... that group of sly colleagues, invited us to participate in the great cause of "Return of the Demigods", and they took our army."

Mo Yana put down the quill in her hand. She picked up the scroll and looked at it, then shook her head and said to the harvest wizard in front of her:

"Isn't that the Cenarion Circle's usual method? It's just assimilation, turning the enemy into a friend. They may be sure that we don't have a perfect way to resurrect the demi-god in their hands. Maybe they want to make us ugly. ."

"No! No... Mo Yana, I don't think so."

The Harvest Wizard, one of the six great druids in the blight group, the disciple of the deer helmet big druid rubbed his chin at this moment and said to Mo Yana:

"I read from this letter that those of us who are traveling together...anxious, maybe the demigod Ansu puts pressure on them again, you and I all know that Rukma, Yangyan Raven, is almost Ansu’s heart. The only pillar, which has been dragged on for more than a decade, plus the resurrection of Agamamagan, I think Ansu has probably been anxious for a long time."

"Isn't this better?"

The Patriarch Mojana handed the scroll back to the harvest witch Ort, and she restarted looking at the documents in front of the table, the recent development of the Baptist sect in the world of Draenor is very fast, Shata Many exiles in the city who do not believe in the Holy Light have joined the blight sect, as well as those races that preserved civilization under the rule of the dark blade, such as the Orgrira ogres in Gorgrond, and the sky Feng Crow's people, under official propaganda, regard the Blight Sect as a trusted ally.

In these days, the Patriarch is busy contacting the Nagrand Grasslands, the clay council shamans of the Throne of Elements, and the withers try to build a strong neutral camp, and these are not related to the world, only to repair the Draenor element rules Shamans happen to be the objects of unity.

"Give it to my father, Olt."

The Patriarch whispered:

"I believe that my father will make a correct decision. In addition, we must pay attention to Ansu's movements. If it sends an emissary, then we must take it seriously. May we tell it that we do have the resurrection of Rukma. method..."

"We will form an alliance with the Cenarion Circle to turn the faith dispute between the two into a more moderate doctrinal dispute, but that must be after Ansu joins us... We must let all druids know that the wither is the only one Is it an organization that represents the true essence of nature...not the loose Cenarion Circle, they want to assimilate us? No...we will eventually assimilate them!"

The last sentence of the Patriarch revealed the ambition of the Blight Sect, but with the secret support of Tyrant the High Lord, they did have this ability.

Before leaving, the Harvest Wizard asked:

"I haven't returned to Draenor recently. What is the situation with my brother Vastain? Is he awake?"

"Nothing."

Hearing this problem, the head of the Great Patriarch showed a happy light. She brushed her long hair and said softly:

"He is still accepting Adal's purification in Shattrath City, but things are going very smoothly, his soul has begun to re-energize, maybe a few years later, we can really reunite."

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The Wither is still waiting for the messengers sent by Ansu to discuss with them about the resurrection of Rukma.

But in fact, Ansu did send a messenger, but it was not sent to the wither. As early as the wither first contacted Ansu secretly, conveying their willingness to help resurrect Rukma, Ansu As you know, there must be another force behind it.

Don’t forget that in the world of Draenor, Ansu watched Tirion stand by to support the Baptist sect. Ansu came to Azeroth in the past ten years. A brave, powerful, and slightly evil **** of storms, but observers should not forget that in the world of Draenor, Ansu has the title of **** of fraud.

Under the thick and beautiful appearance of this big raven, there is a slightly darker soul... it disguises itself, even hiding the Empress Green Dragon Queen who rules the Emerald Dream.

But when faced with an old friend, An Su didn't have to pretend to be completely, nor did he want to pretend to be.

"Wow"

The weather in Stormwind City has been very bad in recent days. A gloomy night is accompanied by a storm and heavy rain, and there are lightning flashes in the sky from time to time, pulling out a pale arc of light in the darkness.

Fortunately, the harvesting season for the wilderness of the west has passed, otherwise such heavy rains will only take a few days to destroy the farmers' efforts for a year.

In such weather, no one wants to go out, even the death knights who live in the midnight garden, in such a night, would rather stay alone in the room to recall the past, or enter the soul sleep early, and Compared to the boring entertainment method of a few years ago, after the environment of the Dead Realm has gradually stabilized, the death knights who have worked for the Dark Edge for more than 5 years have 14 hours of "death" in the Dead Realm each week. .

Compared with the cold, boring, pale and indifferent real world, the new world, which can restore all the emotions and senses of the living, obviously makes these loyal undead fascinated, soak in a hot spring, and fight with friends The field bridge, or a few hours in the castle bar of the Dead Realm, either simply have a pleasant one-night romance with the female death knight.

There are too many things to do in that world, but it’s a pity that the Lord Lord will not let the most brave warriors under his own be lost in that world... there is just a place to rest, but until the dark blade is in this world Before the end of the mission, the dark-edged warriors had to return to reality.

But this... for the Death Knights of Dark Blade, it is indeed enough.

"Wow"

Another pale arc of light crossed the sky. In the flash of light, a storm raven flying fast in the storm quietly slipped into the midnight garden of Stormwind City on this rainy night.

She seemed to know her destination very well. After flapping her wings again, the storm raven was extremely agile following an open window into a darkened room through the gliding path.

"Wow"

The light from the pale arc of light lit up the window, and a slender figure wearing a hood was reflected in the dark room. In this flashing light, Ms. Hisari. A glance at the large room, it looks like a study, in which there seems to be no trace of human activity.

An Su’s Patriarch took a step forward, and the edge of her hood dripped some water stains on the ground. In the slight sound of the water dripping on the floor, a faint blue light spot was in front of Ms. Hisari Was swaying in the dark, the light spot was like a kind of creature, and it began to swell at the moment of appearance. While Ms. Hisari grabbed the claw blade in her waist, the creature that should not have appeared was already shaped. .

In this dark study, a majestic dark blue stag is looking at the strange night elf in front of him. Its body is composed entirely of heavy energy, which is very similar to the wilderness Ms. Hisari saw in the emerald dream. The demigod's soul form, but the stag in front of him did not exude the gentleness of life energy. On the contrary, a cold breath wrapped around its body like a storm.

This is a weird creature. Hisari had never seen this creature before, but she could feel the terrible threat from the creature in front of her. She pursed her lips. In the indifference of the soul stag’s eyes, she eased Slowly raised his hands, indicating that he was not malicious.

This action stopped the Buck who raised his front hooves to charge. He tilted his head curiously, examining Hisari. Black Raven in front of her, and Ms. Black Raven said in her low, pleasant voice:

"I'm here on behalf of Ansu. I'm here to visit its old friend, Mr. Tyrion. Dawnblade..."

"Ok?"

At this moment, Tyrion’s surprised voice sounded on the office chair behind Hisari. With his voice appearing, the entire dark study room also became bright in a strange manner, and the high lord waved. The dangerous soul stag rushed towards his master with joy, and in a leap, its body shrank quickly, and soon became the size of a cat, falling into Tyrion’s arms, and then looked like The pet licked Tyrion's fingers with his tongue intimately.

"It seems that An Su really trusts you, and even told you the secret it should hide."

The Lord Lord "made" a piece of soul like a fudge from his fingers, put it in the palm of his hand, and fed it to the soul deer in his arms. While comforting his pet, he used his ice blue eyes Looking at the senior lady Druid in front of her, Tyrion's eyes narrowed when he saw Hisari's face:

"Have I seen you before? This lady..."

"No!"

It is not an easy job to look at the eyes of the high lord. The power of the dead realm fills the soul of Tyrion, and the eyes are the windows of the soul, so looking directly at his eyes means that Hisari. Watching the whole world of death... that was not the pressure that this talented but very young girl could bear, so she quickly lowered her head and said in a humble tone:

"You haven't seen me, Lord Lord, as for Your Excellency Ansu..."

Hisari took off her hood, she said frankly:

"I don't think of it as the demigod I believe in. It takes good care of me and makes it more like my father."

"Then you certainly don't know how the old **** treated its family in the world of Draenor... listen to me, girl."

Tyrion patted the head of Alzeus, a sleepy pet, full of food in his arms. He said playfully:

"A little further away from the old **** of Ansu, it is not a person who keeps its promises. I ask it to help me do a few things... You see, I have waited for more than ten years, and it has not yet done... Or simply, it didn’t want to help me at all, you guys who bullied the world, right? Ansu!"

"Shut up! Tyrion, look at you, you are more evil than when we parted!"

A crow flapping its wings and flying out of the storm moved its feathers, and stood on Ms. Hisari’s shoulders. It stared at Tyrion with black eyes. It made Ansu’s voice:

"Ah! I just showed up later, and I heard that you were trying to pollute my poor daughter with your disgusting thoughts...Hisari is a good boy, you shouldn't do this!"

"Trust me, Ansu."

Tyrion said softly:

"She can walk into my study safely and wait for you to come, which has proved my kindness to this child... But speaking of it, you **** came to me on your own initiative, it would be necessary for me to help you do it Some things...Wait, what about Rukma? It’s been more than ten years, has poor Rukma been resurrected? Is the efficiency of Cenarion Circle so bad?"

This sentence poked on An Su's heart, and also opened a **** wound, so that An Su's emotions became low and dark, Hisari felt the change of An Su's emotions, she extended her hand , The carrier of consciousness that helped Ansu smoothed down the feathers, then Xi Lisa raised her head, she looked at the Lord Lord clearly, she said softly:

"Please don’t hurt Ansu anymore. Dear Lord, we are here to seek help for the resurrection of Ms. Lukma. The Blighter assures us that they can resurrect Ms. Lukma, but Ansu tells Me, you are the real power behind them, so we come to visit you directly..."

"Do not!"

Before Hessari's words were finished, she was interrupted by Tyrion. The Lord Lord looked at Hisa and the little crow on her shoulder. He said softly:

"The decision to resurrect Rukma has always been in your hands, Ansu...I have told you Mo Yana very early, as long as you help me get something, I will be happy to help the poor Rukma is resurrected...How about your answer?"

"You don't write letters, you don't send people, you don't even respond to magic communications, so can I understand that you have rejected my goodwill?"

Faced with this question, the silent Ansu raised his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"Ah! You're in trouble with a strongman, Tyrion, I can't get what you want... that's not a handy thing, it's a demigod's soul! Soul! That's their most important thing. .."

"Are you talking about it?"

Tyrion placed Arzeus in his arms on the table, gently stroking the dear pet, a pure force of death slowly penetrated into the body of Arzeus through Tyrion's fingers, and This originally belonged to the power of the demigod of life, and changed into the power of death between subtle and imperceptible.

The Lord Lord looked at An Su and he said:

"It's called Arceus, a very good name, right?"

"It was taken from the soul of Cenarius by my own... This process is a little bit "painful", you see, Ansu, in fact, I don't depend on you, I can get these things, you don't Understand?"

Tyrion’s finger tapped on the desk:

"I am giving you a chance...an opportunity to prove that you and I are friends, however, you do not cherish this opportunity at all. You also said that the resurrection of Lukma is the backbone of your soul? Sorry...I didn’t read it To your determination!"

"But everyone knows that I am a generous person, so I will give you a chance...the last chance."

"Godlin, Avina, Aisina, the soul fragments of the three demigods...when will you bring it to me, and when will I help you resurrect Rukma."

"Do you accept?"

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