Princess Lexi's resurrection was an accidental event.
During her lifetime, her compatriots stripped the divinity of Rukhmar, the sun spirit, and was cruelly pushed down from the Sky Peak. When she fell into the cursed Terokkar Valley, the murdered princess died on the spot, leaving her without a trace.
Like other exiles, he can be contaminated by the divinity of Setai, the spirit of the wind snake.
She is naturally "pure", but this purity is an accident that is difficult to replicate. However, after clarifying the biggest problem, Tyrion and Severn have enough confidence in the death recruitment of the arakkoa.
"So, it's 600 years in the future?"
The arakkoa princess Lexi who was following Tyrion blinked and used an unfamiliar mental link to chat with the Dark Blade Lord. There was nothing that could be done about it. The arakkoa language was too obscure, and most of the words were in the form of...
Birds' screams express different meanings. You can't let Tyrion scream and chat with Her Royal Highness, right?
That's simply rude.
"Has the era of King Father and the Crow Kingdom come to an end?"
Faced with the sorrow of the last princess, Tyrion did not hide much. He answered straightforwardly:
"After your father, Terok, the King of Claws, was framed and exiled by the priest Hagar, the kingdom of the arakkoa collapsed. In 600 years, your compatriots regressed from feudalism back to theocratic society.
The priests used their faith to arbitrarily interfere with the resurgent wisdom and forcibly tore your civilization apart. The arakkoa people who once ruled the entire sky of Draenor have been reduced to a point where even the orcs cannot defeat them..."
The death knight looked back at Lexi and said in a deep voice:
"Although it is cruel, I still have to say, Your Highness Princess, those priests have paid the price for their past murders. Tongtian Peak has completely turned into a wreckage... Fortunately, in our war, there is still a
The Sun Priests who were not executed...that is, the descendants of the Hagar Priests."
"This is so rude!"
Princess Lexi replied sharply:
"Since he is so rude and so bold in calling him the "sun", this is an unforgivable sin!"
"So, I think you should be happy to solve these troubles for us..."
Tyrion waved his hand, and the death knights in front of him opened the gate. In the darkness, those sun priests who survived the massacre of the death knights were chained in dark cages, waiting for their doomsday.
Seeing Tyrion the Slaughterer appear, these priests screamed in panic. The noise was like breaking into a birdcage. Tyrion frowned. He turned around and carved two seals into the undead talismans.
Wen's arakkoa scimitar was stuffed into Princess Lexi's hand. He looked at the undead princess in front of him and whispered:
"Go, Lexi, vent your death rage on these murderers..."
"Soon, you will have a guard army that suits your status... At that time, I will return the dominance of the Arak Forest to you. This is your divine right, as well as those
Young arakkoa...don't you want to reshape the arakkoa civilization with your own hands?"
"You have personally experienced the last flourish of civilization. Are you willing to watch the glory of the former Kingdom of the Crows be buried in such a humble manner in this world?"
"I...can I really do that?"
Although Princess Lexi inherited the bravery of her father, the war-savvy King of Claws Terok, she is actually a highly skilled craftsman. She does not like fighting, otherwise she would not have been so easy 600 years ago.
was captured by the rebellious Hagar priests.
She took a step back, looked at the scimitar in her hand that was shining with the light of death, and whispered:
"I know that I am an unqualified princess. Because of my cowardice, my father also suffered from nightmares... I am a sinner of the Crow Kingdom. Maybe my father is more suitable than me... Can you
Resurrecting me will naturally bring back my father..."
"It's a pity that your father's whereabouts are unknown in the end. How can he be resurrected without a body? There are not many ways left for you. I suggest you start atonement from now on... You see, the choice is always in your hands."
Tyrion looked at the princess with beautiful blue feathers. He reached out and touched the blue feathers standing upright on her head, then strode away and gave Lexi an indifferent back:
"Either you will be completely broken down in pain and become a trash that is ridiculed!"
"Either you draw strength from pain and repentance, and reshape the ruined past with your own hands... I hope you make a wise choice, Princess Lexi, the Dark Blade Knights... no need for waste!"
The lower-level knights guarding the cage also left here one after another, leaving Lexi and the chained sun priests in the darkness. Seeing the death knights leaving, the panicked arakkoa priests moved their cunning eyes.
, they looked at this weird blue compatriot in front of them, and they screamed:
"Come and let us go!"
"Lady, come and set us free, don't trust those death knights!"
"They are all massacres, come and help us, compatriots!"
"You will have your place in the Tongtian Peak Sacrificial Group, and you will become a glorious sun priest!"
"Shut up!"
A sharp neigh interrupted the voices of the sun priests. The past princess raised her head, she opened her arms, the flowing wind wrapped around the scimitar in her hands, and the blue light dancing in the bird's eyes became colder and colder.
"600 years ago, even the most noble Hagar priests did not dare to call themselves "the sun"! Who gave you the power to use the name of the sun! Descendants of the murderers..."
"Pure faith has been tainted. In your eyes, I only see the light like a beast, so ignorant!"
Two scimitars entwined with the whistling wind were intertwined in front of Lexi. The hesitation and pain in the eyes of the last arakkoa princess finally faded away, leaving only a piece of indifference and calm. Every feather on her wings trembled.
She stood up, letting the light wind wrap around her body. The strong wind roared and she knelt down, just like the Claw King who led the Crow people to defeat the foreign enemies 600 years ago.
"After 600 years, you have fallen here! The children of the soaring sun and storm should not live in such a humble posture..."
"With the sacred blood of the destined rulers of Tongtian Peak and Aranka, in the name of Terokk's son, Queen Lexi..."
"Grant to you..."
"die!"
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"Will the princess follow us?"
The busy blood mage Saiwen asked in a low voice:
"She is not one of those arakkoa people who have lost their faith. In her era, her belief in the sun was still very pure, and she has experienced the last glory of the arakkoa kingdom. It is difficult for such a person to truly bow her head."
"Lexi is a smart arakkoa. She feels guilty for her compatriots, and your understanding of the classics is slightly wrong, my Mr. Severn."
Tyrion sat on the side, holding a translated Raven Man epic. While reading those ancient stories, he said:
"The truly noble Apexis civilization of the arakkoa was split as early as 1,200 years ago during the infighting between the sun-worshipping priests of Hagar and the priests of Skathak who studied the power of shadows. The priests of Hagar achieved
Victory, pure faith in the sun was established at that time, and their fall also began at that time, the era when Lexi and her father Terokk were active, and the wisdom of the arakkoa had been shackled."
"To be precise, Lexi herself knows very well that sooner or later her father's kingdom will be overthrown by the powerful priests, but it doesn't matter... Severn, when we were in Quel'Thalas, we often talked with those
When dealing with trolls, haven't you noticed that the situation of the arakkoa is actually very similar to that of the trolls?"
"Um?"
The blood mage with his head lowered was stunned for a moment. He waved his fingers, and two groups of blood beads emitting a dark light were extracted from the corpse of the fallen arakkoa in front of him. He looked back at Tyrion:
"What's the meaning?"
"Every time the trolls launch a war, the excuse they use is "to restore the glory of their ancestors"..."
There was a trace of sarcasm on Tyrion's lips:
"Every elf knows that every inch of civilized land in Azeroth now basically belongs to the ancient troll empire, so the trolls can easily recruit many soldiers using this poor excuse, and the arakkoa can also
Likewise, the ancestors established a huge and noble civilization, but unfortunately the descendants are not very successful, but the glory of the ancestors is still remembered in the minds of every arakkoa... Do you understand?"
"There is no Hell Abyss in the world of Draenor. The souls of every creature that died here are intact. Even after being resurrected, they will instinctively think about the meaning of the future. This makes them appear unruly and unruly.
The undead of Xerath are so easy to control."
Tyrion put down the book, rubbed his forehead, and said softly:
"The orcs and draenei have a deep hatred for the demons, so the death knights of the two races are willing to follow us because we promise to take them to revenge against the demons... But the arakkoa are different. They have no hatred against the demons.
If you want to tie them to the Dark Blade's chariot, you have to use a method!"
"Sheep!"
Blood Mage Severn said a word, and he looked at Tyrion:
"A group of confused sheep needs a leader. The leader will lead them when they are eating grass. When they are attacked, the leader will protect them. Similarly, when they are about to be killed, the leader will lead them into the butcher's stall.
Slaughterhouse... Lexi is the leader you chose, right? Her identity and bloodline, coupled with the banner of restoring the glory of the arakkoa, make the resurrected arakkoa very willing to follow her. "
"Even the dead souls will be reunited under the lofty goal! Oh, Mr. Tyrion, I have to say... you are really cunning!"
"Don't put it so harshly, Mr. Severn, although what you say is quite correct."
Tyrion was a little dissatisfied with the blood mage's expression. He turned his fingers in the air and whispered:
"But we have gained an air force that can span the two worlds. The resurrected Queen Lexi also has enough time to reshape her civilization. Both parties will benefit... This is called a win-win!"
"Win-win? Okay..."
The blood mage shrugged and continued to work on his work:
"No wonder you can become our leader, Tyrion. It seems that you have more than just power, but I have bad news for you."
"What?"
The death knight raised his head, but the blood mage did not look back. He was busy extracting the weak "divine" blood from the corpse of the arakkoa while saying:
"The recruitment of high-level arakkoa went smoothly. After extracting the divinity of the sun spirit, they can be resurrected using normal psychic circles. However, the problem lies with the fallen arakkoa. Their shadow divinity can also be easily destroyed.
Extraction, but...their souls have all dissipated, and there is an existence we don't know that is collecting the souls of fallen arakkoa. I pointed this out at the beginning."
"Although the fallen arakkoa cannot fly, the shadow magic and primitive witchcraft they master cannot be underestimated. They are very suitable to become the sorcerer group of the Dark Blade. Even if a soulless corpse is resurrected, it is just a meaningless walking corpse.
So, how are you going to solve it?"
"That means there is a "great" guy behind these fallen arakkoa who is protecting them."
Tyrion stood up, moved his wrists and shoulders, and said softly:
"You continue to deal with the corpses of the arakkoa and let the Auchindoun necropolis operate at full capacity. You must form a legion as quickly as possible. I will solve this problem now..."
"Wait a minute!"
After Tyrion took a few steps, he was stopped by the blood mage. The latter stretched out his hand, picked up two bottles from the wooden stand beside him, and handed them to the death knight. Tyrion took them in his hands.
The blood stored in those two bottles should be blood, but the blood in the bottle on the left hand is golden, while the blood in the bottle on the right hand is black.
"This is?"
Tyrion looked at Severn, who showed an elegant smile:
"The purified demigod blood comes from Rukhma, the sun spirit, and Setai, the wind snake spirit. I have done in vivo experiments. Rukhma's blood contains sacred and fire attributes, and Setai's blood
It is pure shadow, mixed with a little bit of emptiness power, because it comes from the wilderness demigod, so the blood is rich in pure life attributes... A dying life form will also be saved by this,
Of course, there will be some small "sequelae"."
"That doesn't sound like it's going to be of any use to us."
Tyrion shook two bottles of demigod blood, but his statement made Severn sneer:
"It's just that there is no benefit at the moment. You and I both know that sooner or later we will attack the living people of Azeroth... I don't think I need to say more about the usefulness of these demigod bloods. They may also be used as potions."
The form plays a new role.”
This straightforward language made Tyrion silent for a moment. He put away the blood bottle and whispered:
"That's all in the future."
A hint of cunning flashed through the blood mage's bright red eyes. He took a step back and continued his work. He said softly:
"So, Mr. Tyrion, you already hold the key to the future in your hands..."
