Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Ansu's story is painful and sad to hear.

From the perspective of pure love, this story is really a sad sadomasochism.

If Little Xingxing heard about it, she would definitely be eager to write a slightly exaggerated art novel about the love between Old Ansu and Rukhma, and it might even be a big hit.

But from the perspective of a thorough pragmatist like Blake, Old Ansu's life was really quite boring.

I don’t know if it cried out in pain and sorrow when it betrayed its brother for a woman. But judging from its ruthless behavior of devouring Sethai's flesh and blood, it obviously does not think that Sethai, who was born together, is its brother.

In other words, Setai is not even comparable to a feather of the goddess Rukhma in its heart.

As for Ansu's unconditional and unilateral devotion to Rukhma, Blake viewed it as a boring self-impression.

Judging from Rukhma's touching performance after seeing everything Ansu did for her, the sun spirit must also have a good impression of Ansu. If Ansu confessed his feelings from the beginning, there is a high probability that they will too. It can be done.

After all, they are the only three demigods that the life force of the small world of Draenor can give birth to.

If Anzu were not chosen, Rukhma would have no choice but to choose Saitai, that ugly guy with a sinister mind.

From this point of view, Black believes that Anzu's low self-esteem and silent behavior are the root causes of all these disasters. If it had been braver from the beginning, it would not have had such troubles later.

But after Black told Hissari Black Crow his true thoughts, he was scolded by the archdruid as a heartless straight man without a heart. This made him very depressed, and he told Xal'atath his thoughts. .

As a result, his dark little girlfriend called him an evil idiot who didn't know how to be charming.

This is very uncomfortable.

Thessaly Black Crow was on the same side as Xal'atath, which made Black wonder if the world had really gone crazy.

Or am I the sober, normal person?

"Here we are, right here."

The sky swirled and fell on the highest peak of the Arak Forest, where the Crow people used amazing skills to create a "city in the sky".

They call this place Tongtian Peak, which represents the Ya people's yearning and attachment to the sky.

However, when Black and Miss Black Crow landed on the castle at Tongtian Peak, they saw only miserable ruins.

The once majestic Tower of the Sun seemed to have collapsed due to a huge impact, and those gorgeous palaces carved with patterns praising the sun were also turned into black rubble in the fire.

The shrine that the noble arakkoa priests once used to preach and promote the Way of the Sun was desecrated with demonic blood by the brutal orcs led by Kargath Bladefist, and this glorious place never regained its former glory.

This place is like a "cemetery in the sky" far away from the ground, and the deathly silence makes people feel panicked.

"I don't even need to look. I can feel the howling of the dead souls just from the cold wind here. The Black Crow Chapter will definitely like this place.

But it's not a good thing if we stay here too long.

The souls of those who were tortured to death are eager to take revenge on the living, and they will soon gather together. "

The smelly pirate stood in front of the altar desecrated by the demonic blood. He stroked the ugly ruins where the orcs had hung up all the gold. Without looking back, he looked at the black crow Archdru behind him who was silently praying in the language of nature. Yi said:

"We have to finish it quickly to avoid unnecessary massacres."

"Did the orcs really ruin everything?"

Miss Black Crow nodded, but she had new questions after seeing the wreckage of Tongtian Peak with her own eyes. She looked at the collapsed tower high up in the palace and said softly:

"Based on my experience, Tongtian Peak is so high away from the location, and the Crow People are good at flying and controlling the power of the sun and storms. It is impossible for ordinary orc warriors to rush into this solid Holy City of the Sun under their noses.

The war that destroyed the arakkoa civilization must not be that simple, right?

Moreover, I have also heard about the deep hatred between the high-level arakkoa with pure blood and the corrupted arakkoa who were exiled in Gorgrond. Perhaps you can tell me a little more about their stories? "

"You weren't such a talkative guy before."

Blake looked back at Miss Black Crow and said:

"You weren't that curious before. It seems that you have changed a lot after being driven out of the herd. Sure enough, I knew that a young bird must learn to open its wings and embrace the sky."

"You are worrying too much, Mr. Pirate. I just feel the tragic experience of the arakkoa people. Maybe knowing more about it can help me learn valuable survival wisdom from it."

Black Crow said with a straight face, then changed the subject and said:

"What are we going to do to lure Anzu out of his hiding place? Search every inch of shadow and darkness?"

"If you take the initiative to enter the darkness of this forest, you will only expose yourself to the eyes of an evil demigod shaped by void and life. This dark jungle is Old Ansu's hunting ground.

The solitary licking dog is not friendly to other people except for devoting everything to its goddess. "

The smelly pirate stood in the windy ruins of Tongtian Peak, holding a pipe in his mouth, snapping his fingers, and said to the black crow:

"I remember I once taught you that the easiest way to find something in the dark is not to go deep into the dark, but to light a fire and lure the moths in the dark to pounce on themselves."

The pirate sneered and said:

"Light up the tower of the sun that the Crow people used to commemorate Rukhmar! Just like it once shined in the sun, I believe that this fire is enough to ignite the anger in the heart of the dog-licking demigod.

It will burst out of the darkness, it will confront us, it will be angry and want to tear us apart completely.

Then it has to face us. "

"It would take a long time to light such a tall tower."

Hisari Black Crow frowned and said:

"It was forged using a special method, and ordinary flames cannot get close to it."

"If this job was easy, I wouldn't have to look for you, right? Your Excellency, Druid of Flame."

Blake curled his lips and said with a vicious metaphor:

"Why waste time? After all, don't you also want to know the conflict between the high-level arakkoa and the fallen arakkoa? That's a great story.

I think it's a good fit for the Kaldorei.

After all, it was a story about the confrontation between royal power and divine power. In the end, divine power won and civilization ushered in the destruction. "

"Enough of your evil thinking!"

Black Crow opened her hands and called upon the power of the Fire of Savras. The moment the flames enveloped her body, she spat out:

"The night elves don't have the problem of the conflict between royal power and divine power. I think you humans should be more worried about this. The Holy Light Church has already begun to affect the royal power of humans, isn't it?"

"What does that have to do with me?

I am a free and wild pirate. Neither the royal power nor the divine power can control me. I am a scum abandoned by the ordered society. I live on the mercy of good people. "

Black laughed, watching the black crow cause the flames to touch the collapsed sun tower.

Wisps of fire wrapped around that special tower. The power of the original fire from another world forced the inscriptions on the tower to light up, blooming into a golden stream of light in the dark night.

The light was so shining, as if the arakkoa empire that once dominated the skies of Draenor was back.

As the flames rolled, the stinky pirate took out the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth. He wiped his mouth and said:

"The story of the arakkoa is actually not much to tell. I told you before that Rukhma used his own life essence to shape the arakkoa in order to commemorate her unrequited love with Ansu.

This also made Rukhmar the main god of the arakkoa.

At the moment when faith was born, class was born. As Rukhmar's sun faith was accepted by all arakkoa hatched from bird eggs, the arakkoa priests who controlled the interpretation of the faith gradually became the rulers of the empire.

And as the blood descendant of the arakkoa who was the first created by Rukhmar, he became the king.

Their civilization system is very rigid. In addition to kings, priests and courtiers, there are also many professional castes among the people. At first, they could maintain it with a small number of people, but later as the number of people increased, there was always a feeling of dissatisfaction. Lonely guy challenges authority.

Therefore, the unique "punishment and exile" of the arakkoa people was also invented by the priests to strengthen the majesty of the class.

They will throw those who do not comply with discipline from Tongtian Peak!

Of course, the arakkoa have wings, so they generally can't be killed, but their cunning is that they will throw the exile into the valley we passed just now.

There is the place where Seth fell, and there is a terrifying void power echoing there. The arakkoa who fall into it will soon have their minds and bodies corroded, and they will lose their wings and become very twisted, dark and ugly creatures.

High arakkoa are beautiful, noble creatures.

They inherited the noble appearance of the mother goddess Rukhmar, and each realm shines like the sun. The royal family is even more majestic and beautiful. They can be said to be the most beautiful creatures born in the world of Draenor.

But the Corrupted Arakkoa are ugly, uglier than the Broken Ones, their hearts as vile as their appearance. "

Blake curled his lips and looked down from the heights of the ruins of Tongtian Peak. The flowing shadows of the gloomy forest below converged into the running night, like a strong wind blowing through the dense forest, or more like stones being thrown into a black pool.

Ansu saw it.

It may show up soon.

Blake grinned. He sat on the noble altar of the Crow people, crossed his legs and teased the flaming phoenix sky at hand, and continued:

"At first, such conflicts only occurred between the common people and the sun priests. Later, the power of the priests grew stronger and stronger, and they began to affect the king's power.

This is a given.

After all, Rukhma is dead, so how to explain that the sun doctrine she left behind is the power of the priests. "

"etc!"

Black Crow, who was controlling the flames, discovered a question. She frowned and asked:

"Demigods are the manifestation of life force in the material world. They are universally 'immortal'. Even if there is no Emerald Dream in Draenor for the souls of demigods to rest, there are strange life hubs like Evergreen Woodland in this world.

If the arakkoa are willing to pay a price, they can resurrect Rukhmar.

Didn't they do that?

Does Ansu not care about it? "

“They tried hard.

About 3,000 years ago, some sun priests loyal to Rukhmar stole the seeds of life in the Evergreen Woodland guarded by the forest elves in an attempt to resurrect Rukhmar. "

Blake rubbed his forehead and said:

“They even used the power of the entire empire to collect the scattered bones after Rukhma’s fall, and they held a grand god resurrection ceremony.

I don't know much about the specific situation, but their ritual failed.

Well, it’s not a complete failure.

They did resurrect Rukhmar, but the resurrected demigod only had a little wisdom left, like a beast that didn't understand anything.

That thing can't be called a god at all, it's more like a god.

It had been flying around the Arak Peaks until the orcs launched a war of destruction, and then it mysteriously disappeared. "

"It must have been the wrong ritual."

The orthodox druid instantly understood the problem, and she explained:

"I only understood this truth after I fused the power of life with the fire of Savras. The fusion of life and elements will make the demigod of life transcend its original level.

But this also makes the resurrection of demigods more complicated.

I guess that when the arakkoa resurrected Rukhma, they only resurrected her body. They injected life into the demigod remains but did not add the power of fire, resulting in Rukhmar's spirit unable to be revived. "

"Maybe, but that's the domain of druids. I'm not very familiar with this domain, so I won't comment."

Blake snorted.

He spread out his senses to feel the dark night. He could feel a shadowy will moving through the surrounding night, but it just didn't show up.

This made the stinky pirate frown. What on earth is this old Ansu doing? Are you just not coming in?

Haha, he is indeed a licker.

The stinky pirate laughed strangely and continued to tell the story of the Crow People:

"The last king of the arakkoa, Terokk, was a brave and powerful warrior. He single-handedly solved the war between the arakkoa and the tiger-men. He led the arakkoa guards to almost wipe out the local tiger-men.

This victory greatly promoted the royal power and made the priests feel threatened.

So on a dark and stormy night, the priests kidnapped the princess and threw her off Tongtian Peak in a fabricated trial.

The desperate king flew away from his throne and jumped into the Valley of the Cursed to look for his daughter, but all he found was his daughter's broken body. Those bastards tied the princess's wings and threw her down.

They had no intention of letting the princess survive.

This is a murder!

The spirit of the brave king was broken.

It fell and vowed to avenge its enemies, but its twisted wings could not fly, so it could only lead the fallen ones and live on the land they once despised.

They built a crow's nest called 'Sktis', just under the mountainous area where the Shadowmoon Clan is currently located, and it is also the main city of the fallen arakkoa.

As for the rest of the story, you can probably guess it. "

Blake shrugged, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"Kargath Bladefist was unable to attack the Sky Peak, so he invited the fallen arakkoa to take revenge. A strong city wall cannot withstand the betrayal of his own people.

All the fallen arakkoa have lived here, and they are extremely familiar with this place.

Fueled by anger and revenge, the fallen arakkoa helped the orcs destroy Skyreach Peak and threw all high-level arakkoa into the Cursed Pool in the name of being judged.

The civilization of the arakkoa was thus destroyed. There was no more high-level arakkoa, and only the fallen arakkoa were left in Draenor.

Little Star will definitely like this story, and she can publish an autobiography again. "

The stinky pirate completely lost his patience. When he finished telling the story, he stood up and stood under the shining tower of the sun, looking at the dark night that subsided in front of him.

He cursed:

"What the hell is going on Ansu? It's really troublesome that he didn't show up even though he showed up. It seems like a backup plan is about to be activated."

The pirate snapped his fingers at the black crow and said:

"Come on, transform into a fire eagle and fly around the Tower of the Sun, imitating the way Rukhma flew over Tongtian Peak. I don't believe it. Old Ansu, the licking dog, didn't show up when he saw this!"

"Shua"

Hearing this, Hisari Black Crow instantly pulled out her flaming sickle and slapped it on Blake's neck. The sickle blade shaped by the fire of Savras can chop off the head of the stinky pirate with just one hook.

She stared at Blake with a "you're going to die" look and said coldly:

"Is this why you called me here? You want me to seduce old Ansu? You bastard! Ms. Maiev is really blind when she falls in love with you!"

"Calm down my friend."

Blake raised his hands and said:

"I was just kidding.

I definitely can't let you do this kind of thing. You can't do this with your feminine style. Come on, my dear Qianqiong, be more charming and give old Ansu a hard job!

Oops, stop yelling, I know you are not Nantong, but you can pretend that you are.

good!

Fly quickly! "