Azeroth’s Death Track

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The huge raven spread its wings and soared silently in the dark night, its eyes overlooking the darkened Alanka peak forest, this was once the sky holy place of the world of Draenor, the candlelight of the Apexis civilization Has illuminated the whole world.

And now, it only has a ruin...

An Su also stared at the place where he was born. He hid in the shadows, allowing the ubiquitous darkness to cover every feather of it. Once, he hated this darkness because it blocked the sunlight from the sky But now, just like the old Aranka Peak Forest, Ansu is also old. It no longer crosses the boundary between shadow and reality, but stays alone in his crow's nest.

It occasionally gazes at the sky, Draenor's sun is still so bright, but there is no figure that can make An Su lead a song.

The spirit of life that beats like flames, the beautiful creature that is as daring as to be dared not to look directly at, the lover hidden in its deepest heart...Rukma, the spirit of the sun, it has been for thousands of years Time is no longer soaring in the sky.

Without Lukma's sky, for An Su, there is no longer any attraction.

"Ugh"

An Su gave a deep sigh, it curled up in the darkness, and the warm darkness wrapped it, letting it fall asleep in the thoughts of the past, and in the dream, it could see the radiant figure , It can still look forward to it, and miss it.

But today, An Su’s demigod’s sleep seemed a little too quiet. After it closed its eyes, a noisy voice kept shouting its name, making it irritable, and finally, the **** of the crow was angry. Yi stepped into his lair, stepped across the border between darkness and this world, appeared in Alanka Peak Forest, and appeared in front of the caller.

An Su looked around. It was a bare valley, and there were filthy and foul blood flowing on the ground. In the dark sky, there were dark red raindrops falling from time to time.

"Ga"

The crow **** made a scream, this is its most annoying place, 3000 years ago, the cunning attempt to murder the noble Rukma, the wind snake setai, was killed in this place by his own hands.

And the miserable condition of the **** of the crow is also caused by the dying curse of the wind snake...

But this is nothing, although after swallowing the body of Saite, its body was twisted by darkness, its wings shrank and could no longer fly into the sky, and even the original beautiful feathers became dim and showed a dull gray-blue, Although its body began to take care of the shadow, An Su did not regret his sacrifice.

It used this method at least to protect its lover...although until now, it has not expressed its love for Rukma.

"The **** of crows, Ansu!"

A hollow voice sounded in the darkness, and An Su stared at the ground, and he saw the figure walking out of the darkness, which was a humanoid creature that had never appeared in the world of Draenor before. The brutal orcs are similar, but two years ago, they appeared in Draenor and approached Alanka Peak Forest.

Ansu can see them driving the dead in the dark, wielding the energy of death to fight, which makes it have a certain hostility to these new creatures, death... death is a very dangerous force, and this one is wearing from the front In humans with black armor, Ansu can feel threatened...it is too old, the curse of Sethe has been torturing it, and itself is the weakest of the Draenor gods, Ansu is good at Wisdom is not power.

"Are you calling me rudely? Mortal!"

An Su folded his wings and walked out of the darkness. Tyrion looked at the **** of the crow in front of him, and he frowned.

The body of the crow **** who appeared in front of him was 3 meters high, and the whole body was covered with gray-blue feathers. The tail of the wild **** was very long, dotted with beautiful blue feathers, and its beak. Black, exuding the luster like steel, the eyes of the crow **** are also black, and black marks will be drawn between movements, which looks somewhat strange.

Among the feathers of Ansu, there are ornaments made by the Crow civilization, the most conspicuous is a silver round emblem, decorated with the carving of the meniscus.

In general, the **** of crows is very consistent with the image of demigods in the eyes of mortals. Tyrion knows that in the world of Azeroth, the wild gods often appear in the form of giant beasts.

But the death knight's frown is not because of the power of the crow god. On the contrary, Tyrion looked at the crow **** weirdly in front of him. After a while, he said rudely:

"I can guess that the **** of crows is weak, but I didn't expect...you have been so weak, no wonder you don't show up when the orcs slaughter the crows...you don't want to stop, you can't stop, right Right?"

"To shut up!"

A scream brought a screaming storm and enveloped Tyrion in it. The wind was like a sword. In Ansu's anger, he tried to cut the body of the death knight, but was killed by a layer of **** shield Is out of the body.

After the storm dissipated, the death knight looked at the angry crow **** and said softly:

"Stop your meaningless anger, An Su, I didn't come to fight with you. Such a weak you, even if you kill, it doesn't make sense, except for the accident that can reap a demigod's body. I can’t get it, I’m not going to do such a stupid thing.

"Arrogant mortal!"

This sentence completely angered the **** of the crow, the dark power in its eyes spread out, the storm from the shadow realm screamed toward the death knight, and in a moment it corroded the ground under his feet, even with that layer of blood protection The shields quickly dissipated in the dark storm.

"Enough! Ansu...I'm here for your negotiation!"

Tyrion raised his head. In the dark storm, he looked directly at the old demigod in front of him. He whispered:

"Don't you want to resurrect Rukma?"

"boom"

The stone at the foot of Ansu was easily torn apart by claws like steel. The dark storm disappeared in an instant. The **** of the crow raised his head and stared at the death knight in front of him:

"what did you say?"

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"I read about you, Rukma and Sethe in the Raven Scroll."

On the edge of the Alanka Peak Forest, under a hidden hillside, Tyrion sat by the campfire, grilled a wild boar from the flames on the flames, and crossed a stone on the opposite side of him. Crow is standing there, looking closely, it is a miniature version of the crow god.

An Su stared at Tyrion, and occasionally took a look at the barbecued boar. When faced with Tyrion's complaint, it did not speak much, just like a qualified listener.

"Saitai is said to be jealous of Rukma's beauty and nobility. He is jealous that the Sun Spirit can freely soar in the sky and enjoy the sun, so it wants to murder it, but it knows that it is not Rukma's opponent, so it is I contacted you, right?"

Tyrion looked at the pocket Ansu in front of him. The latter hesitated for a moment before screaming a crow, and then said with a spiritual link:

"The Wind Serpent is a fool. It contacted me to murder Rukma, but how could I agree? The noble Rukma is like the goddess of the sky. How can I allow the ugly Setai to hurt it?"

"You love it deeply!"

There is a weird smile on Terion’s mouth:

"Although you never admit it, even your descendants are well aware of this. You love Lukema deeply, so you inform Lukema of Setai's conspiracy, and then you kill with the Sun Spirit it!"

"Give me the roasted meat!"

An Su screamed, and Tyraine obediently threw the wild boar roasted with belt hair to the crow. Anyway, it was a beast demigod, and he didn't pay much attention to it, and the pocket crow jumped beside the roasted meat. , While pecking at the meat with his beak, he said:

"Rukma burned Setai's wings, and when it screamed and fell to the ground, I dig out its eyes, but Setai was reluctant to admit defeat like this and threw his filthy blood towards it. The birthplace, where my children live, to protect them..."

Ansu raised his head, looked at Tyrion with a bad intention, and said in a threatening tone:

"I ate Setai! Eat it alive..."

"It's cruel..."

Tyrion was not scared by An Su. He took out a wine bottle from his arms with interest and took a sip of tasteless wine. He looked at the **** of the crow:

"But you also paid the price. You were contaminated by Setai. The traces of this pollution have not disappeared until now. You can control the power of darkness just because you eat it, right?"

"That is necessary."

Ansu seemed unwilling to talk too much about this matter. He replied casually and continued to peck at the roasted meat, while Tyrion shook his head and continued:

"You didn't want to appear in front of Rukma because you became ugly, so you hid in the shadow world until now?"

"Who do you think would be stupid hiding there for 3000 years?"

An Su taunted Tyrion indiscriminately:

"The history of mortal records is wrong. I did not avoid Lukma just because of ugliness. It was because the power of Sethe was entangled with me. If I continue to appear in Alanka, the uncontrolled dark power will devour here.. .Saitai is not only good at shadows, but also...a terrifying void!"

An Su's tone became low:

"And after I completely tamed that power, when I returned to this world... Lukma, that silly girl, she has... already..."

"What did she do? I'm curious."

Tyrion stared at An Su, who was silent for a long time before he said:

"To commemorate me, she gave the children who were sheltered by me, those Cali birds, she sent her vitality to those children, making them a new civilization, the Crow... She is to commemorate me, But this act exhausted her strength, she became weak, and finally where it was born...it died, lonely, and died silently."

"Did you know? Mortal, Lukma is the most powerful of us, it could have lived a long time...but..."

"So you are in pain?"

Tyrion's fingers moved. He saw the emotion under the dark eyes of the crow. After waiting for a while, he said:

"Then I will tell you a story."

"Hear your ears and listen."

An Su was immersed in sorrow, and even the feathers above her head dropped down.

"In my world... well, I come from another world, you should know this!"

Tyrion Moo chin, he said softly:

"In my world, there are a lot of powerful primitive lives similar to you and Rukma. At the time of birth, they represent a concentrated embodiment of the elements of life. We call them the wild gods, and Azeroth is better than the German. Rano has existed several times longer, and the civilization he conceived is stronger than Draenor. Therefore, the number of wild gods is also very large. As far as I know, there are at least 11 people!"

"11th place!"

An Su made a crow scream: "If this is true, then the prosperity of life in your world is simply unimaginable..."

"Of course it is true!"

Tyrion stared dissatisfiedly at the Raven God:

"Don’t interrupt my story, it’s important for you and your sister, believe me... Azeroth’s wild demigods are very powerful, but their opponents are also very strong. Before 10,000 years, The demons rushed into that world, unlike their petty fights in Draenor. At this time, the demons rushed into Azeroth with all their arms."

"It’s hard for me to describe that scene to you. In short, the power of the whole world is gathered against the demons, and the wild gods are among them. They are the vanguards against the demons, and the most powerful demons are also in front of them. The powerful forces failed to defeat the army...We finally won, but it comes at a price."

The death knight reached out and directed a wave:

"Most demigods died in this battle...but they didn't actually die! They live in another form and only need a specific ritual...they can be in the physical world again ...resurrection!"

This sentence made An Su's eyes widen, and the wise crow **** stopped the peck. He could feel that Tyrion's story was about to focus.

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