Ashaman's story is not complicated, and may even be too simple.
You can't expect a beast to have a poignant story. In fact, it's just part of the natural cycle of hunting.
Tens of thousands of years ago, when order was first established, Freya, the Guardian of the Titans and Guardian of Life, established several ecologically perfect ecological parks on the new land to allow the first batch of life in Azeroth, Asha.
Man is one of them. The birth of this little leopard cub was a tragedy. Shortly after its birth, a pack of hungry wolves attacked Ashaman's home and killed its parents. The wolves also tried to kill it.
But the young Ashaman did not wait for death. On the contrary, it had just grown its claws and continued to fight back against the predators in the pool of blood of its parents. The ferocious wolves injured it, but it was still not injured.
The painful defeat also left scars on the wolves. The beasts were unwilling to stain themselves with more blood for this small piece of meat, so they finally left the black panther's cave.
After being surprised and pained, the tired Ashaman could only hide alone in the cave where she lost her parents and tremble. Then a pair of warm hands appeared, and she gently held Ashaman in her arms, but Asha
Man did not appreciate it. It waved its claws and tried to scratch the powerful Freya. This gesture made the guardian of life extremely happy.
Freya is happy to see that the new life in this world has the same unyielding spirit as Ashamam. Therefore, as a mother, she takes good care of Ashamam and the other beasts she adopted as her own children.
After they grow up, release them back into the wild...
Do beasts also feel grateful?
meeting!
And they will remember those blessings from their youth more than complicated mortals...
After a long time, the most powerful and fortunate among these beasts contaminated with Titan energy received the blessing of life. They transformed into the extreme embodiment of the power of life in Azeroth. They were immortal and existed forever in Azeroth.
In this world, they are still as they were before, following their "mother" and wandering in a world where all things are resurrected.
Even after their "mother" mysteriously disappeared, these demigods still followed the rules left by Ms. Freya. Ten thousand years ago, when the demons of the Burning Legion tried to destroy the world that their mother loved, all of them
The demigods of the wilderness are all involved in the fight against the demons... They don't know the grudges and grudges of mortals. The reason why they participate in the war is very simple...
Their mother loves this world, so they won't allow others to destroy it!
Even if it costs my own life...
You see, the gratitude of the beasts is so pure. The cruel ancient war caused the death of all the wilderness demigods except Tortura, but they have no regrets. And now, their mother needs their help, so
These proud demigods would rather compromise with death to find their mothers!
Ashaman is the most lonely and wild one among all Freya's children, but he is also the one that Freya likes best, because Ashaman is the purest beast demigod.
This simple black panther actually cannot accept his own immortality. He realized the balance of the natural hunting order when he was young. He would rather die in time as an ordinary black panther, but the gift of life cannot be refused, so this
The lonely black panther and the god of hunting finally returned here.
"Quack!"
After Ansu listened to Ashaman's uncomplicated story, the mean raven tilted its head and looked at the black panther below who seemed to be sleeping in the sunlight. It screamed and asked:
"Then don't you hate those wolves? They killed your parents and almost ate you. Logically speaking, after you were raised by Freya, you should return to your valley and kill them all.
...But you didn't do that."
"That doesn't make sense, Ansu. We are all hunters, and we are all hunted. This is part of the natural cycle."
The black panther was lying on the sunny rock, with its beautiful tail hanging low and swaying in the air, and it said:
"I don't hate them, but I like to tease them. When I was young, I often sneaked into their dens silently, and then roared to announce my arrival, scaring the frightened wolves.
It makes me very happy..."
"Oh~ Gua, no wonder your relationship with Goldrinn is so bad..."
Ansu Guagua laughed:
"Perhaps you have tried to scare Goldrinn, but I guess you failed. Hahaha. I have also heard the legends sung by the elves about you, the little leopard Ashaman. It is said that you once saved the world alone.
Throughout Jin Azshara, in order to protect the elves of Suramar, you killed a powerful demon lord alone and died with it... Well, you are a fierce little leopard, there is no doubt about it, but compared to
As for old Ansu, you are still a little bit behind."
"Fighting demons is not fun at all. They are stupid, arrogant, and only use brute force... They are the worst prey."
Ashaman snorted:
"I miss the feeling of hunting when I was a beast. I actually don't like the current form very much... When you become the best hunter and no one can challenge you, hunting becomes very boring. You
You will feel very lonely.”
"Oh? Is that so?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Ansu's eyes, and it said in a strange tone:
"But, if there is such a new world...I mean, it is full of dangerous prey that you can challenge arbitrarily, and there is hunting in that new world that will never make you feel bored, will you go there?"
"What does this mean? Ansu, I know you have always been in contact with that big lord. Why, did he send you as a lobbyist?"
The black panther raised his head and looked at Ansu with a dangerous look. Ashaman wanted to say something else, but at this moment, a shrill scream came from the distance of the ancient and silent Soraza Basin.
, causing Ansu and Ashaman to raise their heads suddenly.
"It's Avina! She was attacked..."
Ansu flapped his wings and flew into the air:
"Is there anyone here who can make her feel threatened? It seems like things are a bit troublesome... Little Leopard, can you follow me?"
Ansu's question did not receive a response. It turned around. The black panther Asaman who was behind it just now had disappeared into the jungle... The speed of this hunting god was no slower than Ansu's wings.
.
And just when the two demigods rushed to the location where their companions were attacked, they suddenly discovered that Aviana, the mother of birds, was fighting with two weird Val'kyr on the snow-capped mountains on the edge of the Soraza Basin.
, Navagri, one black and one white, used shadow and magic similar to holy light respectively. Under the entanglement of their screams, the Mother of Birds fought back very hard.
In order to be resurrected in this world, the demigods of the wilderness weakened their souls as sacrifices to death. This makes these demigods currently a little weak and unable to burst out their true strength. But judging from Avina's embarrassed posture,
The strength of these two weird Val'kyr cannot be underestimated.
"What's going on! Is it Tyrion's Valkyrie? We have an alliance with him, why are they attacking us?"
The black panther Ashaman raised his head and looked at the sky. It was not afraid of any opponent on the ground, but it could not fly... so it was destined to be unable to join the battle. But in the face of Ashaman's question, Ansu croaked.
responded to:
"No! Not from Tyrion! Look at their emblem! It's the Val'kyr of the Scourge! Damn it! When did the Lich King have high-level undead like the Val'kyr?"
Yes, Sholazar Basin is located on the west side of the Northrend continent, just north of the Borean Tundra. It is only separated by a mountain from the Icecrown Glacier, the base camp of the Scourge, which has been very low-key in recent years... Natural disasters occur here.
The minions of the Legion are normal. The only question is, why does the Lich King have such a powerful Val'kyr Lord under his command?
"Kill them off first!"
Anzu set off a storm of sharp blades and roared towards the two Val'kyr lords in the sky. The black and white evil angels saw that another powerful enemy entered the scene. The two cunning Val'kyr immediately gave up the fight and they slapped each other.
He fled high into the sky with his wings, but did not leave there. Instead, he blew a low horn, which made Ansu's expression change greatly, and the black panther Ashaman below also let out a warning roar.
In front of the three demigods, the undead guards who appeared on the ridge of the snow-capped mountains like billowing black currents looked down at the three intruders, and the leader was an orc death knight riding on the back of a giant frost dragon...
A death knight who makes demigods feel a strong threat, not only because of the ferocity of this orc death knight, but also because of the ice sword on his back...a magic sword that makes the whole world fear him.
Frostmourne!
"Why are you here?"
The orc raised his hand with a black gauntlet, and the undead souls behind him, as silent as ice, slowly retreated. The orc with a heavy helmet calmly and indifferently stared at the demigod in front of him. Ansu flapped his wings and hovered.
In mid-air, the storm demigod looked at the orc death knight in front of him with careful eyes. After a moment, it croaked and asked:
"You...are you Grom? I remember that Tyrion took away your soul, so now, are you from Tyrion's side or Ner'zhul's side?"
"Is there a difference?"
Grom Hellscream let out a deep laugh, like the howling north wind:
"I recognize you, Ansu... You, like me, serve a higher power, so I will treat this invasion as a misunderstanding. Take your friend and leave, but let her shut up!
Everything that is happening in Icecrown Glacier cannot be known to the outside world, and once your friends leak the news, I will not be the one to talk to you... Do you understand?"
"Quack!"
Ansu screamed in dissatisfaction:
"It seems that Tyrion still has many secrets that I don't know, but I don't care about these, orcs, and we won't go around talking nonsense."
"Very good, then leave! Leave here forever, and it's best not to come back again!"
As he spoke, the orc death knight pulled the reins of the frost dragon and slowly rose into the air. Under the protection of two Val'kyr lords, he disappeared into the hazy sky of Icecrown Glacier. After all the undead disappeared, Ansu
My heart dropped after mentioning it. They are powerful demigods of life, yes, but facing a death knight who holds Frostmourne and commands a terrifying legion...it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose.
.
"what is going on?"
Anzu landed on the ground and looked at Avina, who was being beaten by two high-level Val'kyr lords in front of her, who was in a very embarrassed state. She asked sternly:
"Didn't I tell you in advance not to provoke those undead? They are not dark blades with a bottom line, they are very dangerous!"
"I don't want to either."
Avina, who was in the posture of a white-feathered harpy, felt a little aggrieved. The Mother of Birds looked around, then handed the object tightly in her hand to the demigod companion in front of her. Her face was as beautiful as a night elf.
He showed a proud expression again:
"Look! I found the message left by Ms. Freya! It's in the mountainous area controlled by the undead... Their death aura obscured the message, but fortunately I found it..."
"Don't mention this yet!"
Ansu glanced at the emerald green seeds held in Avina's bird claws, and it asked in a deep voice:
"Hey, what did you see among the undead? Why did you provoke so many undead to chase you?"
Ansu's question made Avina tremble. Obviously, what the very curious Mother of Birds saw must be shocking. Facing the looks in Ansu and Ashaman's eyes, she hesitated.
, looking at the snow-capped mountains not far away that were blocked by the undead, she whispered:
"I saw them... building a big ship. Hundreds of thousands of undead were busy in the walls of that tower. There were also many dwarfs and goblins... many metal tools that we had never seen before. It was like a castle.
City of Steel.”
"Those made of black steel, huge...we have seen ships like the Draenei...and there are more than one!"
"There's... the Dark Blade's... emblem on it! Of course, it's up there. Mortals foolishly think that the Scourge and the Dark Blade are hostile, but they... they've merged long ago!"
"You have to keep this secret in your heart! Take it to your grave! Don't tell anyone! If you don't want to experience eternal silence!"
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"Has it been dealt with?"
On the top of the black fortress of Icecrown Glacier, Ner'zhul's deep voice sounded faintly from the tens of thousands of years of ice:
"That intruder who doesn't know how to live or die..."
"That's Tyrion's collaborator."
Grom took off his helmet, revealing a face covered in cold death. He placed Frostmourne in his hand back on the edge of Ner'zhul's Ice Throne, and said softly:
"Those clever beasts will keep the secret."
"That's good..."
Ner'zhul's voice seemed to be more expectant than before. After a moment of silence, he spoke again:
"Are you really not planning to become the sword wielder of Frostmourne? Grom, this weapon, I like you very much..."
"It's not the time yet!"
Grom Hellscream put the black battle helmet under his arm and left the Ice Throne without looking back. He said:
"Let's talk about it after I finish that battle."
"Let's talk about it after we completely bury Kil'jaeden..."
After the death knight Grom left, on the empty Ice Throne, Ner'zhul's voice sounded again. This time, the expectation in his voice was barely concealed.
"Haha, well said!"
"Kil'jaeden the Deceiver...come on, come to this world, we...we, the blood-hungry Avengers, have..."
