When dawn came, the fallen arakkoa who had narrowly escaped being strangled rushed into the dark forest, but the order they had reestablished had been completely defeated. What awaited them was the pursuit of the undead who would never tire.
The tens of thousands of fallen arakkoa entrenched in Ankaraz's crow's nest were almost completely wiped out. After this battle, Tyrion's group of dark warlocks finally had enough new recruits, and the Screamer Legion was also involved in this night raid.
They have shown their strong combat effectiveness and are worthy of reliance.
In the Auchindoun Necropolis, "pure" high-level arakkoa are resurrected every minute and join the Screamer Legion. According to Tyrion's promise to Queen Leshi, they will be stationed in Arak
Fenglin, rebuild the destroyed Tongtian Peak.
Yrel found Lexi in a completely destroyed forest. At that time, the claw queen was already unconscious, and her whole body was wrapped in howling storms and thick shadows. After being carried back to Auchindoun by Yrel for three days
An hour later, she woke up, and her severed left arm had been reshaped under the treatment of the blood mage Severn, but Queen Lexi's mood was not quite right.
The first thing she did after waking up was to look for Tyrion.
She demands that Tyrion fulfill his promise.
"Of course, I am willing to hand over all the arakkoa eggs we find to your management. This is your right as the Queen of Claws."
Tyrion was not angry because of Lacey's harsh tone. In fact, the moment Lacey appeared in front of him, he discovered the problem in the soul of the Claw Queen.
He looked at the silent Claw Queen sitting in front of him, Tyrion said softly:
"Do you need our help regarding the extra things in your soul? This seems to be a powerful soul body that has erased all consciousness. Relying on yourself...it will be difficult for you to completely "digest" it."
"That is my father, Terokk the Claw King."
Lexi's eyes were dull, and she said dryly:
"He did not apologize to me or comfort me, but directly gave me his power... Such a father is really incompetent."
Queen Claw looked at Tyrion, with neither sadness nor joy in her eyes:
"Can you imagine? Mr. Tyrion, we haven't seen each other in 600 years, I died because of him, and in the brief reunion, he didn't even say sorry to me, didn't even hug me... If you
It’s me, can you accept all this?”
Facing this question, Tyrion was silent for a moment. He crossed his fingers on the table and looked at the Claw Queen in front of him, his new subordinate, with a look that could be called "gentle". He organized his words,
Speaking of:
"Like you, Lexi, I have also lost a loved one. I witnessed her die in front of my eyes and be taken away by death, but I couldn't save her or save her in my own way. Do you know why?"
Lexi shook her head. Tyrion looked at the Claw Queen and emphasized his tone:
"Because she doesn't need it! My adoptive mother doesn't need my kind of rescue. In her heart, passing away peacefully like other elves is the true destination of soul and life. The reason why I tell you this is because of you and me
Made the same mistake!"
"As far as I know, in the decades of his later years, His Majesty Terokk, because he witnessed your death, the powerlessness drove him crazy, and he even started to raise the butcher knife towards his compatriots... It was already painful enough.
Well, Lexi, the reason why it doesn’t apologize to you or comfort you is not because it doesn’t love you or value you, it’s because it can’t do that... Why does it want to erase all consciousness on its own?”
Tyrion's eyes became profound:
"It's afraid that its madness will hurt you... Like all parents, it leaves you the most precious things, but it's afraid of hurting you, and it doesn't even dare to say a word to you...
Lexi, you have a good father, and he deserves your respect and nostalgia. As for your death...it was not its fault, and you have already avenged it with your own hands, right?"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Lexi closed her eyes and responded dryly, but judging from her clenched paws, her mood was probably not calm.
"Okay, you need some time alone."
Tyrion rubbed his eyes and said softly:
"His Majesty Terok has left you a huge legacy. If you can fully digest its power, you will become one of the most powerful beings in this world, but I estimate that this will take a long time... Next
The Blade Knights will all evacuate the Arak Peak Forest, and I will return the captured scroll hiders to you. It is your business and your responsibility to rebuild the Tongtian Peak and the Crow Civilization."
"Queen Lexi, I just hope you can remember our agreement..."
Tyrion stood up and adjusted his black hunting clothes. He walked to the Claw Queen and patted her shoulder:
"I'm going to Shattrath City, and it's time for you to go back and rule your new kingdom."
"I will not forget my promise."
Lexi whispered: "The Screamer Legion will be used by you, and after the arakkoa civilization is revived, I will also take the dead arakkoa to join the Dark Blade Knights... use this cursed life and soul
,Always fight for you!"
"very good!"
Tyrion nodded, opened the door and walked out. When the figure disappeared, his voice reached Lexi's ears:
"Then Queen Claw, you will always have a place in the Council of Death Lords."
In the intact room on the upper floor of Oakington, Lexi stood up. She walked to the window covered by heavy curtains and looked at the not-so-warm sunlight spreading over the ruins in front of her. She stretched out her hand, with fingers that were like bird's claws.
Touching the escaping sunlight, a slight sting made Lexi frown.
King Terok's last blessing sounded in her heart at this moment:
"Fly towards the sun..."
"Shua"
The next moment, Queen Claw opened the heavy curtains in front of her, letting the sunlight shine on her completely. The collision of death energy and sunlight caused burning ash to burst out of her body. The next moment, she was lightly
The wind blew away, and amid the painful sunshine, Queen Claw reached out and took off a simple and dim golden bracelet from her wrist.
It was a gift she personally made for her father when King Terok returned from defeating the Khajiit 600 years ago.
The golden wrist was grasped by the Queen of Claws. She closed her eyes and experienced the sun again after 600 years, its burning, flame-like light. In that light, Queen Lexi put the golden bracelet on
On her wrist, the next moment, her wings spread out behind her back, like...
Completely embrace the sun.
The golden light dances on her dark crown, like a new beginning of a lost civilization.
"Father...I will rebuild the glorious civilization of my ancestors, I will rebuild the world of the arakkoa, and..."
The soul belonging to King Terok appeared in front of Queen Lexi. The soul that had erased its self-awareness stood sluggishly. Let Lexi stretch out her hand and wrap it around this weightless, untouchable soul.
Just like she did in the past, she buried her head on her father's chest and said softly:
"I... forgive you, father, I miss you so much..."
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"Wow, wow"
The huge raven flaps its wings and flies in the sky. Its body is nearly 7 meters long, and its wings are spread out to 10 meters. Every feather on its body is about the same length as the arrows used by the elves. It is also extremely hard.
When necessary, these ravens will use the feathers of their wings as weapons to attack the enemy. Their tails are thick and beautiful gray feathers that spread out in the air, making them very beautiful.
On the top of the raven's head, there is a comfortable saddle and a rein inlaid with gems. The raven's forehead also has golden ornaments made by the raven people, just like a crown, and it is harder than steel.
Above the huge beak is a pair of dark red eyes, representing its undead identity.
The shadow of this behemoth passing over the ground looks shocking. The ravens living at the highest point of the Arak Peaks have always been famous in the world of Draenor for their great strength and cruel personality. Even the arakkoa people are not likely to provoke these giant beasts.
, but they were once children protected by Anzu, and they only obeyed the will of the crow god.
So after Tyrion and Anzu reached some consensus, the graveyard of this giant raven was opened to the Dark Blade Knights, and the resurrected raven had a new name: Death Raven.
"Compared to the death knell that only has bones, I prefer this beautiful raven. It has both strength and speed, and can also use magic like sonic waves. When it forms a group, it can even easily compete with giant dragons."
Tyrion sat on the saddle and reached out to pat the Death Raven on the head. He was very satisfied with the new member of the Dark Blade Knights. Beside him, Yrel was playing with a fallen feather with some regret.
She said softly:
"It's a pity that the number of death ravens is too small. Ansu will not allow us to kill the living ravens for transformation. There are only more than 30 useful skeletons in the raven cemetery. The others have weathered due to too long time.
Well...these big guys have a very long lifespan, and it’s hard for them to die naturally.”
"Don't ask for too much of anything, Yrel."
Tyrion shook his head. He was not worried about this problem. He looked at Shattrath City getting closer and closer in the distance, and he said softly:
"Ansu will eventually leave this world. At that time, the living Death Raven may not live that long... Moreover, these beasts occupy the peaks with the best environment in the Arak Forest. Our Lei
If Queen Xi wants to rebuild the arakkoa civilization, she probably won't let the beasts occupy the best resources... You see, the things you regret are actually not a problem at all, time is on our side."
As he spoke, Tyrion frowned. He looked back at Yrel. The Draenei death knight had his head lowered and was playing with the feathers in his hand. He was not as lively as usual.
"You're worried, right?"
Tyrion asked: "Does meeting Velen make you nervous?"
"I'm not, I didn't..."
Yrel raised her head suddenly like a troubled child being called out, but when she saw Tyrion's calm eyes, she hesitated for a moment and said in a half-hearted tone:
"Okay, I do feel a little nervous...Although I always say that I hate Velen's cowardice, that he abandoned us and escaped alone, leaving the people to die in the Black Temple, but...to be honest, I also
You know, faced with that situation at that time, Viren had no good way to save us."
"I grew up listening to the stories of the prophets."
Yirel's dark red eyes flashed with confusion:
"Everyone was saying how great and merciful the prophet was. I thought so too. On the day I became the chosen one of the Holy Light, Ambori Village held a grand ceremony for me. I thought I would eventually become a great priest like the prophet.
, but on the day when the temple of Karabor fell..."
"I saw the fragile side of Velen. In fact, he is not as great as the legend says. He is just a mortal who lives longer. He will also feel powerless and painful..."
"Mr. Tyrion, I actually want to forgive him. I know it's not his fault."
Yirel lowered his head and clenched his fists:
"But if I forgive him, then in those 10 years of struggle, all the pain and torture I suffered, and the belief I persisted to now, wouldn't it be meaningless? Then I would become meaningless now.
Meaningless..."
"Shua"
Tyrion put his hand on Yrel's head. He rubbed Yrel's neatly styled hair. He looked at the girl in front of him and whispered:
"So, after all, you are just a child who has not grown up."
"Whether you hate Velen or forgive him, it doesn't matter at all. From the day I recruited you, you already have a new life and a new future. You have gotten rid of the past of death, but you
Your soul and consciousness are still stuck in the past, entangled with everything that happened in the past, which will make you ignore the present that you should cherish..."
Tyrion coughed slightly, closed his eyes, and said:
"For a while, when I just woke up, I was immersed in the hatred and vowed revenge of the past. But after I actually completed the revenge of my relatives, I realized that in order to prevent myself from going crazy, I
We must find a greater goal and shift our attention from the past to the future... This is why I indulge Luminas so much."
"Yrel, I never want my subordinates to use revenge as a simple motivation to survive, because once you complete your revenge, the emptiness of your soul will swallow you up in an instant and completely destroy you."
Tyrion's fingers brushed Yrel's cheek. He opened his eyes again, looked at his subordinates, and said seriously:
"You have to understand that the life of the dead is too heavy, and the will of revenge cannot sustain this fate. You have to learn to forget the past, not completely, but to stop yourself from being affected by everything in the past. After all, for
For you now, Velen is just a familiar stranger...Don't be bound by him anymore, let yourself live a truly free and pure life, and live as Yrel!"
"The story of Yrel, the Chosen of Light, has ended. What begins now is the story of Yrel, the Death Knight. In this story, the character Velen has no special significance. Do you understand?"
"What about you? Mr. Tyrion!"
Yrel looked at Tyrion like a student looking at a teacher, and she asked in a low voice:
"After you complete your revenge, what goal do you set for yourself? Fight against the devil?"
The death knight curled up his fingers, tapped Yrel on the forehead, and then whispered:
"Fighting against the devil is just a process. I hope to see the established destiny be changed by my hands, no matter whether the change is good or bad, and witness the growth and development of the changed destiny with you..."