"The siege of Kazrak's Crow's Nest has been completed, but according to the scout report, the dark cult of the fallen arakkoa seems to be summoning something..."
Yrel's voice echoed in the spiritual link. Far away in the Arak Peaks, she was reporting to Tyrion about the war on the front line. Lord Darkblade was currently in Auchindoun. It was not that he didn't want to vent some of his frustrations on the front line.
mood, but what is going on in Oakington at this time is obviously more important.
"call?"
Tyrion frowned and asked, "How long did it last?"
"The time is unknown, but the summoning ceremony was very bloody. It is said that the Crow Claw priests used living sacrifices, and hundreds of high-level Crow people captured by them had fallen under the altar. The smell of blood filled the forest.
All the beasts have become violent."
Yrel's voice was mixed with a hint of disdain and ridicule:
"What a dark and ignorant race!"
"In other words, those Crow Claw priests have blocked their last hope in this strange summons?"
Tyrion rubbed his chin, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes:
"Then let them go. With you and Saurfang there, no matter what they summon, you can handle it, and once the trump card filled with all hope is torn to pieces, we don't even need ours.
If the knights charge, the arakkoas themselves will collapse... This is a good thing!"
"Okay, we get it! Just wait for the good news, Mr. Tyrion!"
Yrel made the promise with confidence, Tyrion nodded, and before the communication was cut off, he said again:
"If the problem is serious, please notify me in time!"
"As you command!"
After the communication was disconnected, Tyrion stood there and thought for a moment, and then, led by the junior knights, he walked into the deepest tomb in the Auchindoun necropolis.
Sethekk Hall was originally the stronghold of the fallen arakkoa in Auchindoun. Those twisted dark creatures called themselves the Dark Order and gathered here to plan some dangerous things. After the death knight arrived, they tried to resist.
But they were quickly eliminated, and their leader, the priest Aigis who called himself the "King of Claws", was beheaded by Tyrion himself.
To this day, there are still many traces left by the arakkoa in this tomb. Some carvings representing primitive beliefs, gilded statues and luxurious sacrificial objects have all been preserved by the new owner of this place. In addition,
The arakkoa civilization has reached the pinnacle of craftsmanship, almost as much as the draenei of Draenor are proud of their gem-cutting skills.
In the dark passage that Tyrion walked through, on the wooden shelves on both sides, those exquisite gilded artworks shone with deep light under the spar lamps. Even a death knight who had no need for property could
I can't bear to destroy them like this. These vessels and statues are the last pride of a collapsed civilization.
What makes people feel ironic is that in the current Draenor, it is estimated that only the Dark Blade Knights will deliberately retain the civilization creations of the arakkoa. Even the arakkoa themselves have forgotten the great civilization of their ancestors and become
They have to fight bravely and oppress their compatriots with cruel beliefs. They are like a group of wild beasts crawling in the ruins of ignorance after the collapse of civilization.
In the deepest part of the Sethekk Hall, in the vast huge stone hall, hundreds of spar lamps are inlaid on the top masonry, illuminating the place as bright as day, and wearing robes and exquisite decorations
A blood mage with snow-white hair but a strong spirit is standing on the edge of a stone platform, with his back to the entrance, and is busy.
Weird blood wrapped around his fingers like a snake. In front of his eyes, there was the corpse of a high-level arakkoa. It had not been distorted by the power of shadow. The feathers were bright, and the body was well-proportioned and thin, making the corpse look...
There is a sense of beauty like a specimen, and around the blood mage, there are several Draenei women as assistants to help him. Those women raise their heads from time to time, with a touch of blood in their eyes. This scene looks more or less eye-catching.
"Seven, I heard you brought me good news!"
Tyrion's voice sounded behind the blood mage, interrupting Severn's busyness. The latter paused his research, waved his hand to disperse the blood, picked up a handkerchief from the basin on one side, and cleaned the fingers with slender nails.
, just in an instant, the pure water turned blood red.
The blood mage waved with a smile, and his blood servant assistants immediately exited the hall respectfully. Severn leaned slightly, saluted the Dark Blade Lord, and then turned sideways, revealing the arakkoa behind him.
"Yes, Lord Tyrion... Fortunately, he has lived up to his mission! After 175 long days of research, the death recruitment of the arakkoa has been completed!"
"oh?"
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes were filled with a captivating luster. He quickly walked to the arakkoa on the stone platform and looked at the arakkoa that existed as a test subject.
"Blue feather?"
Lord Darkblade looked back at the blood mage:
"This color is rare among high-level arakkoa people."
"This is because this arakkoa has a different identity, my lord."
Seven stretched out his fingers and activated the psychic circle with graceful movements. At the same time, he said to Tyrion: "This is a real princess...the last princess of the Crow people."
"Princess?"
Tyrion took a step back and looked at the corpse of the arakkoa shrouded in purple psychic magic. He recalled for a moment and said softly:
"The arakkoa kingdom under the rule of the Sun Priests does not have the title of "princess". So, does this lady with blue feathers come from a time when there was a king in the arakkoa society? As far as I know, that was already 600
It happened years ago... I'm really sorry for you, Severn, you actually found a corpse from 600 years ago."
"You are as wise as ever. There are no secrets in this world in your eyes."
The blood mage praised exaggeratedly, and even made a gentleman-like bow. This style of conversation made Tyrion frown. Although he was unwilling to interfere too much in the lives of his subordinates, he still gave a "kind" reminder.
One sentence:
"Watch less draenei opera, Severn. It has obviously affected your thinking and lifestyle."
"Ahem"
The blood mage coughed slightly in embarrassment and quickly changed the topic:
"This is not important, sir. What is important is that Princess Lexi's tomb is on the edge of Terokkar Valley, which is where Ms. Yrel first occupied. She was killed by her father, Terok, the last claw king of the arakkoa.
Ke personally buried it and arranged special magic to make the corpse immortal for hundreds of years. After the fleeing fallen arakkoa accidentally destroyed the cemetery, a straightforward lower-level knight sent this broken corpse to me."
The blood mage shrugged:
"You don't want to know the tragic state of the princess's body when it was brought. It was torn into pieces, and even the burial objects were plundered by those beast-like compatriots. It has no royal dignity at all. But we all have to thank that stubborn lower-level knight.
He perfectly complied with your request and sent all the arakkoa corpses to Auchindoun... It was precisely because of the appearance of Princess Lexi that I found the reason why we have been unable to recruit arakkoa!"
Tyrion looked back and saw that there were indeed traces of re-sewing on the body of the blue arakkoa. The sutures were made of expensive magic thread. The sewing skills were top-notch. The suture traces even frantically formed a butterfly at the end.
The shape, well, it looks like the blood mage did it himself.
This detail made Tyrion look at Severn more and more strangely.
After regaining his vitality as the blood mage of Thalayin, he completely let himself go and went further and further down the evil path of pursuing "art", but it didn't matter... Anyway, Tyrion's knights were already full of monsters.
fetal.
"Oh, the tragic story of Princess Lexi can be written into a perfect opera. Every time I think of her past, I can't help but sigh..."
Seven sighed in a low voice, and then said:
"In short, Princess Lexi, who was sacrificed in the vicious and dark power struggle of the arakkoa, died in the form of a high-level arakkoa, but before she died, the sun priests declared her an exile, and she was exiled
As a punishment, the "divine nature" belonging to the sun was stripped off, and she died tragically when she fell into the cursed Terokkar Valley. This prevented her from being contaminated with the "shadow nature" like other arakkoa exiles.
Divinity”!
The blood mage spread his arms and said in a pitiful voice:
"Princess Lexi's blood has become pure because of this disaster!"
"etc!"
Tyrion interrupted Severn's hymn-like recitation, rubbed his forehead and asked:
"Divinity? How can something like this, which sounds very powerful, exist in the blood of the Crow People?"
"Powerful? No, no, no, Lord Tyrion, there is something wrong with your understanding of "divinity"!"
When the blood mage was questioned, he kept a straight face and gave Tyrion some "popular science" with a serious look on his face:
"Wild Gods, those weird and powerful beings that exist in Azeroth, do you know them?"
"kindness"
Tyrion nodded. The wild gods refer to those beasts that surpass the strength of mortals. Most of them exist in the wild continent of Kalimdor. They are regarded as gods by the druids. They are the ultimate embodiment of vitality. Each one
The power of the wilderness gods is far beyond the imagination of mortals.
"Then let me take them as an example, Agamaggan. In the ancient war ten thousand years ago, this wild boar demigod roamed across the continent and defeated the invading demons. Its power was
We can’t understand it at the moment, but...as the dependents of the wild boar demigod, the wild boar people have inherited the divinity of Agamaggan, do you think they are powerful?”
The blood mage looked at Tyrion who was thinking, and he whispered:
"In the same way, many turtles on the coast of Azeroth have a trace of divinity belonging to the turtle demigod Tortura in their bodies. Are they powerful? Sir, divinity is blood! They are the ones who have inherited the will of the creator.
It is a manifestation, it does not mean strength, if you must say it, its symbolic meaning is just to show that "the ancestors are very powerful", it does not mean that the successors are equally powerful!"
"The same goes for the arakkoa. In the arakkoa books we captured, the earliest Anhal priests, the ancestors of the current sun priests, recorded their own history. It is said that the arakkoa originated in Draa
The demigod of the Nuo world, the sun spirit Rukhma, created the arakkoa to commemorate his former partner, the crow god Anzu, who died in the war of demigods, so I would say that the arakkoa in the body of the high-level arakkoa
Divinity, that is, their blood, comes from the spirit of the sun, so they worship the sun!"
This explanation was very concise. Tyrion nodded. He looked back at Princess Lexi's body that started to tremble in the psychic circle. He said softly:
"The divinity of the high-level arakkoa comes from the spirit of the sun, so the divinity of the fallen arakkoa comes from Anzu?"
"No!"
A strange smile appeared on Severn's cheek:
"According to the history of the Crow people, Ansu, the god of crows, died in a battle with Seth, the god of wind snakes. The vicious wind snake demigod cursed the earth before his death, and his corrupted blood spread all over Thailand.
Roka Valley is where the high-level arakkoa exile their prisoners... Do you understand? My lord, the divinity of the fallen arakkoa comes from Setai, the god of wind serpents. To be precise, they are cursed...
.That's why the fallen arakkoa can manipulate the power of shadow."
"The reason why we can't recall the arakkoa from death is because of the troubles of these two gods. The blood in their bodies is preventing all this, and we only need to draw the weak "blood of demigods" to let them
As "pure" as Princess Lexi..."
"Shua"
Before Severn finished speaking, the blue arakkoa lying on the stone platform suddenly opened his eyes. After dying for 600 years due to cruel political struggles, the last princess of the arakkoa was "resurrected".
She flapped her wings as gracefully as she did in life, and with a somewhat inflexible control of the wind, she stood up from the stone platform. Blue feathers flew in the air, and her graceful figure landed on the ground like the queen of the sky.
Her eyes shining with a faint blue light looked at the two humanoid creatures she had never seen before. The ancient memories from 600 years ago were restored bit by bit in her complete soul. In the silence that lasted for several minutes,
After that, the eyes of the arakkoa princess became dim.
"I...am I still not able to escape the nightmare of death?"
"Welcome back, Your Highness Princess!"
The blood mage took a step back and bowed gracefully, while Tyrion took a step forward. He looked at the dazed Lexi, the undead who returned from 600 years ago, and whispered:
"From today on, Lexi, you will become Dark Blade's... Claw Queen!"
