The huge raven spreads its wings and soars silently in the dark night. Its eyes overlook the dark peaks of Arak, which was once the sky holy land of Draenor world and the candlelight of Apexis civilization.
It once illuminated the whole world.
And now, all that's left of it is ruins...
Ansu also stared at the place where he was born. He hid in the shadows and allowed the ubiquitous darkness to cover every one of his feathers. Once, he hated this darkness because it blocked the sunlight in the sky.
, but now, just like the aging Arak Peaks, Anzu is also old. It no longer crosses the boundary between shadow and reality, and just stays alone in its own crow's nest.
It occasionally stares at the sky. The sun in Draenor is still so bright, but in the sky where the sun shines, there is no longer a figure that can make Anzu sing.
That spirit of life that beats like a flame, that beautiful creature that is as bright as a crown that people dare not look directly at, that lover hidden deepest in its heart... Rukhma, the spirit of the sun, has been there for thousands of years.
Time no longer flies in the sky.
And the sky without Rukhma is no longer attractive to Ansu.
"well"
Ansu let out a low sigh, and huddled up in the darkness. The warm darkness enveloped it, causing it to fall asleep in its longing for the past. In its dream, it could still see that radiant figure.
, it can still yearn for it and miss it.
But today, Ansu's demigod sleep seemed a bit unquiet. After it closed its eyes, a noisy voice kept shouting its name, making it restless. In the end, the Crow God was filled with anger.
Yi stepped into his lair, crossed the boundary between darkness and the real world, and appeared in the Arak Peak Forest, before the caller's eyes.
Ansu looked around. It was a bare valley, with filthy and foul-smelling blood flowing on the valley floor. In the dark sky, dark red raindrops fell from time to time.
"Ga"
The Crow God let out a scream. This is the place it hates the most. 3,000 years ago, Setai, the cunning wind serpent who tried to murder the noble Rukhma, was killed by it himself in this place.
The current tragic situation of the Crow God is also caused by the death curse of the wind snake...
But that’s nothing, even though after swallowing Seth’s remains, its body was twisted by darkness, its wings shrank and could no longer fly into the sky, and even the originally beautiful feathers became dim and showed a dull gray-blue.
Although its body began to surrender to the shadows, Anzu did not regret his sacrifice.
At least it used this method to protect its lover... although until now, it has not expressed its love for Rukhma.
"God of crows, Anzu!"
A hollow voice sounded in the darkness, causing Ansu's eyes to stare at the ground. It saw the figure walking out of the darkness. It was a humanoid creature that had never appeared in the world of Draenor before. It looked similar to
The savage orcs are almost the same, but 2 years ago, they appeared in Draenor and approached the Arak Peaks.
Ansu could see in the darkness that they were driving the dead and wielding the energy of death to fight, which made him have a certain hostility towards these new creatures. Death...death is a very dangerous power, and from the sight of this person wearing the
Anzu can also feel the threat from the black-armored human being... It is too old, and the curse of Seth has been tormenting it, and it itself is the weakest among the gods of Draenor. What Ansu is good at is
Wisdom rather than strength.
"Are you calling me rudely? Mortal!"
Anzu folded his wings and walked out of the darkness. Tyrion looked at the Crow God in front of him and frowned.
The body of the crow god that appeared in front of him was 3 meters tall, and his whole body was covered with gray-blue feathers. The tail of this god of wilderness was very long, dotted with beautiful blue feathers, and its beak.
It is black and exudes a luster like steel. The eyes of the Crow God are also black, and black light marks are drawn out when moving, which looks somewhat strange.
Anzu's feathers are dotted with some ornaments made by the arakkoa civilization, the most conspicuous of which is a silver round emblem dotted with carvings of a crescent moon.
In general, the Crow God fits the image of a demigod in the minds of mortals. Tyrion knows that in the world of Azeroth, wilderness demigods often appear in the form of huge beasts.
However, it was not because of the power of the Crow God that made the Death Knight frown. On the contrary, Tyrion looked at the Crow God in front of him with a strange expression. After a moment, he said rather rudely:
"I can guess that the Crow God is very weak, but I didn't expect... You are already so weak. No wonder you didn't show up when the orcs slaughtered the Crow people... It's not that you don't want to stop it, you can't stop it, right?
Bar?"
"Shut up!"
A scream brought up a howling storm, shrouding Tyrion in it. The wind was like a knife. In Anzu's anger, he tried to cut open the death knight's body, but was blocked by a blood-colored shield.
out of the body.
After the storm dissipated, the death knight looked at the angry Crow God, and he whispered:
"Stop your meaningless anger, Ansu. I'm not here to fight with you. Even if you are so weak, there is no point in killing you. In addition to gaining a demigod body, I will gain nothing."
If you don’t get it, I won’t do such a stupid thing.”
"Arrogant mortal!"
This sentence completely angered the Crow God. The dark power in its eyes spread, and the storm from the Shadow Realm roared towards the death knight, corroding the ground under his feet in an instant, along with the protective layer of blood.
The shields quickly dissipated in the dark storm.
"That's enough! Ansu...I'm here to negotiate with you!"
Tyrion raised his head, and in the dark storm, he looked directly at the old demigod in front of him, and he whispered:
"Don't you want to resurrect Rukhma?"
"Bang"
The stones under Ansu's feet were easily torn open by steel-like claws, and the dark storm dissipated in an instant. The Crow God raised his head and stared at the death knight in front of him:
"What did you say?"
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"I read the story of you, Rukhmar, and Setai in the Raven Man Scroll."
On the edge of the Arak forest, under a hidden hillside, Tyrion sat by the campfire and grilled a wild boar he had picked up on the flames. On the stone opposite him, a ferryman
Crow was standing there, and if he looked carefully, he was clearly a miniature version of the Crow God.
Ansu stared at Tyrion, and occasionally took the time to glance at the barbecued wild boar. Facing Tyrion's words, it didn't speak much, just like a qualified listener.
"It is said that Seth is jealous of Rukhma's beauty and nobility. It is jealous that the sun spirit can fly freely in the sky and enjoy the sunshine, so it wants to kill it, but it knows that it alone is no match for Rukhma, so it
I contacted you, right?"
Tyrion looked at the pocket Ansu in front of him. The latter hesitated for a moment, then let out a crow's scream, and then said through the mental link:
"The Gale Snake is a fool. It contacted me to murder Rukhmar, but how could I agree? The noble Rukhmar is like the goddess of the sky. How could I allow the ugly Setai to harm it?"
"You love it so much!"
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Tyrion's mouth:
"Although you have never admitted it, even your descendants know this very well. You loved Rukhmar deeply, so you told Rukhmar about Seth's conspiracy, and then killed him with the Sun Spirit.
it!"
"Give me the roasted meat!"
Anzu screamed, and Tyrion obediently threw the roasted wild boar with its fur to the crow. Anyway, it was a beast demigod and would not care so much. The miniature crow jumped to the side of the roasted meat.
, while pecking at the meat with his beak, he said:
"Rukhmar burned Setai's wings, and when it fell to the ground screaming, I gouged out its eyes, but Setai was unwilling to admit defeat, and he spilled his filthy blood on it.
The earth where I was born is where my children also live. In order to protect them..."
Ansu raised his head, looked at Tyrion with a malicious look, and said in a threatening tone:
"I ate Seth! Eaten him alive..."
"It's so cruel..."
Tyrion was not frightened by Anzu. He took out a wine bottle from his arms with great interest and took a sip of the tasteless wine. He looked at the Crow God:
"But you also paid a price. You were contaminated by Seth. The traces of this pollution have not been eliminated to this day. You can control the power of darkness just because you ate it, right?"
"That's necessary."
Anzu seemed unwilling to talk too much about this matter. It replied casually and continued to peck at the roasted meat, while Tyrion shook his head and continued:
"Because you became ugly and didn't want to appear in front of Rukhma, you hid in the Shadow Realm until now?"
"Who do you think would be stupid enough to hide in that place for 3,000 years?"
Ansu mocked Tyrion wantonly:
"There are errors in the history recorded by mortals. I avoid Rukhma not just because of my ugliness, but because the power of Setai entangles me. If I continue to appear in Arak, the out-of-control dark power will engulf this place...
. What Seth is good at is not just shadows, but also... and the terrifying void!"
Ansu's tone became deeper:
"And after I have completely tamed that power, when I return to this world...Rukhma, that silly girl, she has...already..."
"What did she do? I'm curious."
Tyrion looked at Ansu with sharp eyes. The latter was silent for a long time before he spoke:
"In order to commemorate me, she transferred her life force to the children who were once protected by me, those Kali birds, and turned them into a new civilization, the arakkoa... She came to commemorate me,
But the act drained her of her strength, she grew weak, and eventually in the place where it was born... it died, alone and silently."
"You know? Mortals, Rukhmar is the most powerful among us. It could have lived for a long time...but..."
"So you're in pain?"
Tyrion moved his fingers, and he saw the emotions under the crow's dark eyes. After waiting for a moment, he said:
"Then let me tell you a story too."
"All ears."
Ansu was immersed in sadness, and even the feathers on his head drooped.
"In my world...well, I'm from another world, you should know that!"
Tyrion rubbed his chin and said softly:
"In my world, there are many powerful primitive beings like you and Rukhmar. When they were born, they represented the concentrated expression of life elements. We call them wilderness demigods. Azeroth Bede
Llanor has existed several times longer, and the civilization it has nurtured is stronger than Draenor. Therefore, there are also many wild demigods. As far as I know, there are at least 11!"
"11th place!"
Ansu let out a crow's scream: "If this is true, then the prosperity of life in your world is simply unimaginable..."
"Of course it's true!"
Tyrion glared at the Crow God with dissatisfaction:
"Don't interrupt my story, this is very important to you and your sister, believe me... The wild demigods of Azeroth are very powerful, but their opponents are also very powerful. 10,000 years ago,
The demons broke into that world, and unlike their small fight in Draenor, that time, the demons rushed into Azeroth fully armed."
"It's hard for me to describe that scene to you. In short, the power of the entire world gathered together to fight against the demons, and the wilderness demigods were among them. They were the vanguard against the demons, and the most powerful demons were also defeated in front of them.
The powerful force defeated the enemy... We finally won, but it came at a price."
The death knight stretched out his hand and waved:
"Most of the demigods died in this battle... But they are not really dead! They live in another form, and they only need a specific ritual... They can return to the material world
...resurrection!"
These words made Anzu's eyes widen, and the wise crow god stopped pecking at the meat. It could sense that Tyrion's story was getting to the point.
