Many miracles have happened in this world that will never appear in other worlds, such as the powerful Burning Legion that collapsed in this world, and a strange life that was bred inside this world.
Star soul...the soul of a Titan, in the vast universe, not every planet will breed a star soul, but in any world that breeds a star soul, its civilization will thrive.
Although the world of Draenor also has civilization, unfortunately, it does not breed star souls inside it, which makes the world of Draenor incomplete in a sense.
"There is a special plane in the world of Azeroth called the Emerald Dream."
In the darkness of the Arak Peaks, Tyrion and the Raven God Anzu were having a conversation. The death knight lowered his voice and was telling the secrets of Azeroth.
"It is said that it is the actual embodiment of the Dream of the World. In short, that plane is very magical. It is between existence and non-existence. And under the grace of Ysera the Awakener, one of the guardians of Azeroth, any
All recognized souls can enter that plane...including the wilderness demigods!"
The death knight looked at Anzu:
"You should know very well that a wilderness demigod like you has a strong vitality. Even after death, the body will not decay. It is only the soul that ages, and the Emerald Dream is the world that supplies souls. The wilderness demigods of Azeroth
They all live in that world to prevent the aging of the soul and the reincarnation of life after death..."
"In other words, even if you are so weak now, as long as you can enter the Emerald Dream, one day your soul will return to its strongest state!"
"It's no use! It's no use!"
Anzu jumped on the rocks angrily, staring at Tyrion:
"I don't care if my life grows old, I only care about Rukhma! My beloved! It's dead... According to you, even if there is the Emerald Dream, it can't be resurrected again!"
"madness!"
Tyrion cursed and said in a deep voice:
"The resurrection of the wilderness demigod is a two-way resurrection process of body and soul. If only the body is resurrected, what will be born is just a monster without wisdom and soul! If you want to resurrect your wife, my silly demigod, you must first
Resurrect its sleeping soul..."
"Don't tell me that Rukhma's soul has disappeared between heaven and earth! I don't believe that the soul of a demigod cannot dissipate so easily!"
"A monster without intelligence and soul?"
Ansu seemed to be hit in the soul by these words. He stood on the rock blankly. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"You are right... Mortal, you are right. No wonder, no wonder after the priests resurrected Rukhma 1,200 years ago, it could only fly and eat mechanically, but no longer responded to my call...
.No wonder!"
"What? Rukhmar has been resurrected?"
Tyrion's heart tightened. Although in the game, players occasionally encounter the world-class BOSS Rukhma in the Arak Peaks, that is a game after all, and in more than a year, Tyrion and him
The death knights did not find any firebird-like creatures in the sky of the Arak Peaks.
"According to you, it was a failed attempt."
Ansu said in a low tone:
"1,200 years ago, I couldn't stand the longing in my heart, so I secretly drove a group of priests who believed in me to find Rukhma's body and spent a lot of money to resurrect it... But it was like a person who had lost its soul.
It's like a beast, unable to even control its own heat, like the second sun, which burned many arakkoa to death. In desperation, I could only seal it."
"That's it. Of course you can't just resurrect its body..."
The death knight's voice was a little weird. The demigod in front of him resurrected his girlfriend, but did not bring back her soul. In other words, it has a mentally retarded girlfriend in its hands, and it can be left to its own devices... Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems.
Ansu has a wild heart.
However, no matter how powerful the wisdom of the wilderness demigods is, it is only based on the beast. Ansu did not find Tyrion's dirty thoughts. Speaking of which, after accepting Alleria's existence again, Tyrion's mood seemed to be lively.
A lot, although still very cold most of the time.
"So, if you still want to see your former goddess Rukhmar, you have to find a way to bring her to Azeroth."
The death knight’s voice became weird:
"Find a way to sneak into those wild demigods, gain their trust, let them accept you and Rukhma, and then use the ability of the Emerald Dream to slowly awaken Rukhma's soul... By that time, the Sun
Only then will the spirit be truly reborn!”
This suggestion silenced Ansu. After more than ten seconds, the Crow God looked at Tyrion in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and whispered:
"The civilization of the orcs and arakkoa was born and developed under my eyes. I understand their thinking better than many mortals. I don't believe that you can be so great and ask nothing for anything. And if you are really a saint among mortals, I
On the contrary, I dare not cooperate with you...Tell me, mortal, what do you want from me?"
"I want a lot."
Tyrion said unabashedly:
"First of all, I want the souls of the fallen arakkoa in your hands, all of them!"
The death knight stared at Anzu in front of him. This was undoubtedly an excessive request. After Rukhmar died, Ansu was almost the protector of the arakkoa. This kind of behavior of directly asking for the soul of a believer is undoubtedly an excessive request.
may be viewed as a provocation.
But beyond Tyrion's expectation, Ansu barely hesitated after he made the request:
"Okay! Give it all to you!"
This was so refreshing that Tyrion was stunned for a moment, and then he asked:
"Is the soul of a believer so worthless to you?"
"Believers? You said they are my followers?"
Ansu looked at Tyrion with a strange look, and asked faintly: "Do you still remember whose blood is bleeding on them?"
This sentence made Tyrion understand all the reasons. The divinity of the fallen arakkoa, their bloodline was not inherited from Anzu, but was contaminated by the power of Setai, the spirit of the wind serpent, and the arakkoa themselves were
The creatures created by Rukhmar gave up Rukhmar's will and turned to the power of darkness. In the eyes of the infatuated Anzu, this was probably a kind of blasphemy against the sacred Rukhmar.
"I guided them just to prevent the dark power of Seth from sweeping over the place where Rukhma and I were born... I collected their souls for the same reason, but you also saw that the blood of Seth polluted their souls,
The corruption and change in appearance are only the most trivial circumstances. What is even more terrifying is the darkness awakened in their hearts..."
Ansu flapped its wings and stirred up the dark wind. It screamed and said with a hint of ridicule:
"At least I didn't instigate them to arm themselves to attack those high-level arakkoa, to plot dangerous plots in Auchindoun, and to drag the world to its death."
"Perhaps their corruption is due to persecution, but this does not mean that they are good-natured. In fact, after Rukhma's orthodox beliefs were distorted, I am no longer too lazy to care about them. It would be best if you are willing to take over these troubles."
"As for the faith you mentioned, the faith they gave me cannot be eaten or drunk. You have also seen that I am just a smarter beast. Why do you think I need those things?"
"Then you have no problem with me resurrecting these guys and using them as cannon fodder?"
Tyrion narrowed his eyes and asked, and Ansu chirped twice in dissatisfaction:
"I can't control you, and it's hard for me to fight against the darkness that gathers together, but that doesn't mean I'm happy to see you do this... So don't do your evil tricks in the Arak Peaks, don't provoke a lonely person
Demigod!"
"Okay, let's talk about the second condition."
Tyrion stopped the topic, pursed his lips, and said:
"In a few days, I may need you to help me deal with a difficult guy. Don't worry, I won't let you fight it alone. I just need you to help me attract some attention when necessary. That's all. As a
In return, after everything is over, I will plan an action to allow you and Rukhmar to blend into the group of wild demigods in Azeroth more smoothly."
"Oh? From what you're saying, those wilderness demigods are a united group and don't trust outsiders, so I'm even more curious, what on earth will you do?"
Ansu asked curiously, and the death knight grinned:
"The best way to become friends with a stranger is to fight against an opponent with them."
"And the best part is that the demigods of the wilderness... hate death."
"You will become a new star in the Emerald Dream, and if you are more enthusiastic and generous to the druids, and show your special skills, you will soon gain enough in the council of druids.
Believe me, that is very important for you to resurrect Rukhma."
The death knight gave the bright-eyed Ansu the opportunity:
"The Wild Demigods may not care about these things, but their followers have a complete organization, and once there is an organization, the struggle for power... is inevitable. Tsk tsk, let me think about it, Rukhma... maybe
How about you package your girlfriend as the messenger of the Sun God in another world? This will definitely allow you and your wife to gain enough supporters among those tauren groups..."
"And when I return to that world, you and I... we will share the new world! Come on, make the most noble contract, Ansu, the Crow God!"
"I help you, you help me!"
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The fallen crows claim to be guided by the great crow god Ansu, but in fact Ansu has no feelings for them. This is the cruel reality. The wilderness demigods’ views of good and evil are different from those of mortals, and mortals always like to believe in themselves.
Imagine being omnipotent and perfect.
This is what all intelligent life has in common.
And now, the fallen arakkoa who call themselves loyal followers of Anzu gather in the crow's nest of Ankaraz. Under the guidance of the crow's claw priests, these fallen arakkoa face the death knights surrounding them from all directions. In despair, they can only
I can put everything on this final call.
The fallen Crow people who came from distant areas had no idea what the priests were trying to summon, but under the ruthless offensive of the Dark Blade Knights, they could only choose to trust these priests, and at the outermost edge of the dense crowd, some
The people hiding the scrolls sighed and prepared to leave while carrying the ancient scrolls.
The scroll hiders are the rare aliens among the fallen arakkoa who still worship knowledge and tradition. Even in the most difficult days, they try their best to collect ancient scrolls scattered in various places in the Arak Peaks. They are a symbol of the darkness of civilization.
Recorder of the times.
Seeing the doomsday of the fallen arakkoa approaching, the Hidden Scroll people were very pessimistic about the outcome of this war. Seeing their compatriots finally doing the most taboo things, seeing them planning to break the boundary between life and death.
, sensing that a catastrophe was imminent, the Hidden Juan people planned to leave...
No one pays attention to these outliers.
The priests of the gods and the fallen arakkoa gathered in front of the crow's claw altar. This altar was already quite ancient, but now it has been re-decorated and placed with messy sacrifices... This can't be blamed.
These Crow Claw priests don't care. The ritual of sacrificing Rukhma and Anzu during the Apexis civilization has long been lost. After Tongtian Peak was destroyed by the orcs, it became so difficult to survive, let alone sacrifice.
The incense was lit, and the Crowpaw priests knelt on the ground amid the strange smell. In front of the altar were rows of scarecrows that were carefully tied up, decorated with gorgeous leather armor and sharp wing blades, and they looked like high-ranking people.
The arakkoa are very similar, and under each scarecrow is a carefully decorated corpse of a high-level arakkoa.
This was selected from hundreds of high-ranking arakkoa captives who had been killed, and would serve as a carrier of powerful souls returning from the Realm of the Dead.
Yes, what the Crow People are summoning this time are the most powerful warriors in their history!
Under the despair hanging over their heads, they plan to use death... to fight against death!