Resurrecting Rukhmar is much easier than resurrecting other demigods.
Because Rukhmar's soul was not placed in the Emerald Dream, but was hidden in its bird bones in a strange manner. Ysera had promised Ansu that even if Rukhmar had been dead for more than 3,000 years, Rukhmar would still be alive.
Kema's soul has not dissipated, and being in the Emerald Holy Land of the Withered Ones, the Seed of Life can provide this bird bone with huge vitality at any time.
So the only trouble now is to awaken the soul of this Sun Flame Raven.
For druids and green dragons, this takes a long time to warm up and then awaken, but for Tyrion, there is no need to be so troublesome at all, because the power of death he masters represents his control over the power of the soul.
With his powerful control, as long as Rukhma's soul is still there, he is sure to awaken this "Sleeping Beauty" that belongs to Anzu.
However, the confrontation between consciousness and soul cannot be seen with eyes. All bystanders, including Ansu, can only see Tyrion placing his hands on Rukhma's neck bones in a quiet gesture.
They could feel the constant alternation of cold and hot energy dissipating on this platform, but they could not see the real battlefield.
Only the little ghost Yuna, who was sitting cross-legged and watching the excitement, shouted happily. She is probably the only "audience" who can watch this soul awakening through Tyrion's perspective.
"Big Bird! Big Bird on Fire!"
Yuna nervously grabbed the little bear and Skittles in her hand. She could clearly see in Rukma's spiritual world, in the burning flame space, between Tyrion and a ferocious golden-red flame giant bird.
During the battle, every time the black death frost and the golden sun flame collided, Yuna could let out a cheer or scream.
"It's so fierce! Wow! It can also breathe fire!"
Yuna put the rainbow candy in her hand into her mouth and muttered incoherently:
"Tyrion was bitten by it! Hey, it looks so painful!"
Ansu heard the scream of the Holy Light Ghost. It flapped its wings quickly and landed next to Yuna. It asked nervously:
"Little girl, can you see all that?"
Yuna glared at it, folded her arms with a child-like arrogant expression, turned her face to one side, and ignored Ansu who was talking to her. The storm raven jumped up and down anxiously. Finally, Ansu glanced at Yuna, and then bit
Gritting its teeth, it turned its head and pecked its broad and beautiful tail feathers with its beak in pain. The next moment, a blue-black feather as wide as a sharp sword fell in front of Yuna's eyes.
The little ghost's eyes widened at this moment, and she cheered, holding the demigod's huge and beautiful tail feathers tightly in her arms as if holding a treasure.
"You can tell me now, right?"
Ansu looked at his missing piece of tail with a painful look on his face. It felt like a bald chicken now. Faced with Ansu's flattery, the little ghost snorted and then said to Ansu enthusiastically.
Su said:
"Tyrion went to the burning world to look for your girlfriend, but he couldn't find her... Your girlfriend avoided him, and then Tyrion got angry! He's so fierce when he's angry!"
Yuna made a face with arrogant teeth, then hugged Anzu's tail feathers and continued:
"Tyrion tried to extinguish the world with black ice, and then a huge strange bird with its whole body on fire rushed out to fight with him! That strange bird was so fierce! It could also spit fire, golden fire! I have never seen it before
However, it wants to drive Tyrion out of its own world, but Tyrion is very powerful! It is no match for Tyrion, look!"
The little girl said to the demigod with an excited look:
"Tyrion grabbed it by the neck and it was begging for mercy! Yeah! Tyrion brought it out!"
At this moment, as the great lord's consciousness returned to his body, the thick and cold power of death that had not yet dissipated swept across the entire platform like a weak breeze. In just an instant, the unusually lush grass growing around the platform
It's like entering the depth of winter, withering and withering in an instant under the gaze of everyone...
Fortunately, the great lord withdrew his power in time and did not let this heavy concept of death destroy the integrity of the Emerald Holy Land. He took a step back and let his cold hands leave Rukhma's bird bones, and the hand on his left hand
In his heart, a golden-red soul gem that looked like burning flames stood out.
"asshole!"
The moment he saw the gem, Ansu's eyes became violent. The demigod almost collapsed under the pressure. It roared, rolled up the wind blades in the sky, and rushed towards Tyrion.
"What on earth did you do! What did you do to Rukhma! Give me back my Rukhma!!!"
The scene of an angry demigod was extremely terrifying. However, the moment Anzu rushed up, Tyrion raised his hand, and the heavy power of death spread all over his body in an instant, as if he had entered the world where he beat up the ancients that day.
God's evil ghost warrior form, but this time only the left hand was strengthened. Under the gaze of the great druids, a dark, huge, ghastly ghost claw covering the gauntlets grabbed at Tyrion's hand.
Sky.
Small dark red lightnings danced on the giant ghost claws manifested by the power of death. They scattered the storm shield around Ansu, and then accurately grasped the angry Ansu in the palm of his hand. Tyrion looked at the cold-looking Tyrion.
His left hand swung downwards, and the cold and gloomy ghost claws composed of energy grabbed Ansu and smashed it hard on the ground of the Emerald Holy Land.
This blow was like a meteor falling to the ground, like the earth buzzing.
"哐"
This blow caused all the life energy escaping in the Emerald Holy Land to explode in all directions. Ansu, who was stunned by the anger, was even more dizzy from the blow. It was not a warrior-type demigod that should face the enemy head-on.
, an assassin-type demigod ran to confront the big lord, wasn't he looking for a beating?
"Are you awake yet?"
On the edge of the impact-shaped sunken pit, Tyrion held the burning violent soul in his right hand and looked at Ansu who was struggling to get up from the pit. He said in a deep voice:
"Open your blind eyes and look...this is not your Rukhma at all!"
"Um?"
Ansu's eyes widened. Indeed, although the appearance looked exactly the same, the soul of the golden flaming raven trapped in Tyrion's soul gem roared like a real beast and charged madly.
The shell of the Soul Gem doesn't look sane at all.
"This...this is not..."
"This is the trouble you caused!"
The high lord looked back at Rukhma's rapidly cooling skeleton behind him, and he said softly:
"1,200 years ago, you mistakenly resurrected Rukhma. You only resurrected its body, but not its soul. However, the body of a demigod contains terrifying vitality. A frantic man was born in a body without a soul.
The irrational will of a beast... You told me this story yourself, have you forgotten it yourself?"
"But Ysera told me that the crazy consciousness has been eliminated!"
Ansu shouted, Tyrion shrugged, put the burning soul gem in his hand and looked at it:
"Obviously, Ysera's elimination is not complete, but this is not to blame for the poor awakener. Rukma's existence form is different from that of all demigods. This is also the first time she has come into contact with this kind of demigod.
A living being who makes mistakes can be forgiven. After all, she is just a dream dragon, not a soul dragon...she is not a professional."
"What about Rukhma?"
Ansu shrunk his body and flew out of the impact crater. It flew around Rukhma's rapidly cooling black bird bones, and his black onyx-like eyes flashed with deep worry.
"It's cooling down... I've never seen anything like this before, Rukhma is the embodiment of the sun, it shouldn't go out!"
"This is not extinguishment, stupid and ignorant Anzu!"
Seeing the moment when Rukhmar's bones turned completely cold and lifeless, Tyrion took a decisive step back. He narrowed his eyes and said to Ansu:
"This is a cycle...from death to life. According to my guess, Rukhma's existence form is very much like the legendary phoenix. Every time he is born from the cold ashes, it is a brand new self...
It’s hard to imagine what a beautiful creature that must be. To be honest, Ansu, you black and ugly raven is probably not worthy of it.”
The high lord snapped his fingers, and several great druids of the wither immediately began to guide the life energy of the Emerald Holy Land. In the breath of the life seed, an unimaginable amount of pure life force poured out from every angle of the platform, constantly
The water poured into Rukhman's cold bones, and the sound of a giant beast swallowing water came from the invisible space, as if a huge consciousness was slowly rising to the surface of the water.
"The culprit who occupied the magpie's nest has been eliminated, and the master of true consciousness has opened his eyes..."
When the first ray of golden-red fire floated over Rukhma's bones, Tyrion reached out and touched Yuna's hair. He whispered:
"Look, it's awake!"
"Wow"
Almost at the moment Tyrion's words fell, a brilliant golden-red light began to beat on Rukhma's charred skeleton, as if the most skilled craftsman in the world was weaving a peerless dress, accompanied by golden
With the beating of red flames and light, and the continuous supply of life energy from the Seed of Life, the "flesh and blood" on Rukhma's skeleton is rapidly recovering.
Like a wildfire starting a prairie fire, in the wafting golden-red flame light feathers of the Emerald Holy Land, on the platform where Rukhma's skeleton was placed, between the beating of the flames, a beautiful and thrilling Sun Flame Raven appeared.
There.
The four great druids of the Wither sighed in unison. Even they who have the most profound research on life energy have never seen such a beautiful creature.
"Wow!"
The little ghost sitting on Tyrion's shoulder was so shocked at this moment that he dropped the candy in his hand to the ground. Yuna's eyes widened. The phantom-like scene in front of her was beyond what the child could describe in words.
At the limit, she could only keep making meaningless sighs.
This is normal, because even the well-informed Tyrion doesn't know how to describe the truly resurrected Rukhmar.
In the world of Draenor, the arakkoa respectfully call Rukhmar the "Solar Spirit." In the mythology of the arakkoa, Rukhmar is the symbol of the sun. This description is not an exaggeration. At this moment, in this emerald
On the large platform of the holy land, the sleeping Rukhma huddled quietly in his unfolded flame wings. Every feather on the wings, which were completely composed of golden-red flames, could be seen clearly, but on every feather,
They were all rippling with light like burning flames.
Its head is 70% similar to Anzu's. They are both in the form of a raven from the world of Draenor, but on top of Rukhman's burning feathers, there are nine feathers dancing in the air, composed entirely of golden-red fire.
It flutters like real feathers, and the flames remaining in the air bring out golden light and shadows. Behind it are flame tail feathers that are fluffier than Ansu's broad tail feathers. This is not a demigod in the traditional sense at all.
...a perfect collection of life and elements.
No wonder Anzu would show a sense of shame and humiliation every time he mentioned Rukhma.
According to the aesthetics of Azeroth's creatures, Anzu is definitely not ugly, but compared to Rukhmar in front of him, Anzu is like a deformed ugly monster picked up from a coal pile...
"Rukhma...my, my Rukhma..."
Ansu's lover, whom he had missed for 3000 years, was right in front of him. He only needed a call to wake him up. But at this last moment, Ansu hesitated. He took a step back in confusion and looked back at Terry.
Angry, it doesn't know whether it should wake it up, it's afraid...it's afraid that what it awakens is another irrational beast, not its true lover.
"Coward!"
In this regard, Tyrion commented mercilessly:
"The goddess is right in front of you, and she is asleep. You don't dare to go up... Ansu, you have done so much for her, you should stand by her side and accompany her to see the scenery of the new world... Of course,
If you are unwilling to do this, let me think about it. The Dark Blade Legion seems to be missing a symbol. I think Rukhmar is actually quite suitable, very majestic, and very powerful..."
"No!"
Anzu screamed, flapped its wings and flew towards the sleeping Rukhma. The storm raven lightly closed its wings and landed next to the sleeping Rukhma. It lowered its head, filled with unimaginable tenderness.
It called softly in Rukhma's ear with a trembling voice:
"It's time to wake up...my love..."
"Shua"
Rukhma, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, was awakened at this moment. The Sun Flame Raven, which had been sleeping for 3,000 years, was frightened and subconsciously flapped its wings to fly into the sky. However, this subconscious action instantly
It turned into a disaster.
The golden-red sun fire followed Rukhma's flapping wings and pierced in all directions with a sun-drenched attitude. The temperature of the entire Emerald Holy Land rose by at least 10° at this moment, and the newly restored grassland around the platform began to grow again.
Burning fiercely, anything that the flames summoned by Rukhma come into contact with will be burned as quickly as possible. This fused elemental flame has an unimaginable burning intensity. Even a great druid like Staghelm can support it.
The natural barriers were quickly burned through.
Tyrion held the screaming Yuna in his arms and quickly retreated into the realm of death. As an undead, he instinctively hated this kind of flame full of positive energy.
"Ansu! Quiet your stupid wife!"
The high lord's cold voice echoed on the platform:
