O soul bound by gravity, sad and small......

Ashkandi the Raven Man stood tall on the peak, looking at the people beneath his feet with an eye that bordered on compassion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Humans, orcs, dwarves, and ogres are all inferior races with flaws in Ashkandi's eyes, and even those of his companions have become inferior after losing their wings. In a sense, Ashkandi's thoughts are no different from those great sages on Babel Peak, the only difference is that Ashkandi is madly worshipping Tyrok and worshipping the strongest god of war of the Raven Clan. Because Tyrok fell into the shadows, Ashkandi killed all his former comrades who prevented him from leaving Babel. Because Tyrok wanted to shelter the exiles who had lost their wings, Ashkandi fought his compatriots on the Peak of Babel. Because Terok wants to recover the stolen artifact, Ashkandi crosses the dark portal and enters the strange world of Azeroth, where he carries out his mission like a needle in the sea.

With a sense of superiority of the strong, the gods of Azeroth in Ashkandi's eyes are fragile, greedy, and unbearable, no different from the races dominated by the Raven Men in Draenor, and the dragon soaring in the sky can't withstand his own deadly slashing, even Carlos, who is known as the king of mankind, is just a troublesome guy in his own eyes.

Trouble is just trouble after all, and it has nothing to do with winning or losing, and it has nothing to do with life.

However, at this moment, Ashkandi felt a fear like a spring breeze.

The blue-haired old man in front of him was full of kindness, exuding a warm atmosphere, well-dressed and kind-looking, almost like the old man in the ring in bedtime reading.

Just such a seemingly harmless old man, but he made Ashkandi so frightened that he couldn't feel fear.

Intellectually speaking, such a cliff peak is not a place that ordinary humans can reach, and the cold wind is not something that human beings can easily resist with their skin without feathers. In this kind of place, an ordinary-looking old human thing smiles gently at you, smiling like a sunny day, it doesn't make sense to think about it, and the most important thing is that Ashkandi doesn't know when this old man will appear.

In such a bizarre situation, Ashkandi's usual response is to draw a knife and slash or flap his wings. For some reason, however, Ashkandi could not afford to be hostile at this moment.

A raven and a guy who looked like a human were talking like a family on top of the dangerous decision.

"His Majesty Tyrok is not in a good situation, Ansu's strength is not as good as Rukma after all, and he has lost the dominance of Babel Peak, and Styx has always been under the threat of the Sun authority of the High Sages. If it weren't for the rebellious fear of His Majesty's revenge, the exiles would have been purged long ago. ”

Knowing the secret of these crow people, it shouldn't be ...... to humans No, it shouldn't be mentioned to anyone else, but Ashkandi couldn't help but say it.

The strangest thing is that Ashkandi uses the purest of ravenarian language, and this old human man actually understands.

"So what you're tracking down is very important to your master, so important that you have to recover it across the world, right?"

"Yes, the Rainbow of Focus is an important means for the Styx Crow's Nest to fight against the Peaks of Babel, and it is an important legacy of the ancient Episis Empire, and if it can be recovered, it must be recovered, and if it cannot be recovered, it must not fall into the hands of the orcs or the natives of Azeroth."

Ashkandi wavered, and although he felt some psychological comfort from his confession, he instinctively felt that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

"Then why did you kill the black dragon? Could it be that the Rainbow of Focus has fallen into the hands of the Black Dragon? ”

The old man's eyes exuded a strange brilliance, and the perfect amiable image was flawed by the slightest distortion of the corners of his mouth, revealing a half-hideous taste.

"Probably not, according to my investigation, the Rainbow of Focus is still in the hands of the orcs, and those orcs who have taken refuge in the Black Dragon have not yet had time to give the Rainbow of Focus to their Black Dragon Master first. But what does it matter, I hate black dragons, I hate their black skin, black wings and black tails, and I want to cut them when I see them. ”

Ashkandi's answer was casual, but the old man listened with a smile on his face.

"What a good boy, well, good boy!"

Because of the old man's hearty laughter, Ashkandi felt that he was "infected", and his mood was inexplicably better.

"That old man, you seem to hate the black dragon too, why is that?"

In the course of the conversation, Ashkandi took the initiative to ask questions for the first time.

The old man was also a little surprised when he heard the crow man's question, but after a low "um", he still answered the crow man's question.

"Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, I had four siblings who were like brothers and sisters, but the one I trusted the most not only betrayed my trust, betrayed my people, but also killed my whole family. He looks quite like the black dragon. ”

Ashkandi was stunned, wasn't he talking about the black dragon, how could he inexplicably get involved in the love and hatred of the old man when he was young?

"Do you think I should hate my former brother?"

"Yes."

"Should I take revenge on him?"

"A must."

"But I'm old and weak, and he's in the prime of life, what should I do?"

"If he kills your whole family, you kill his whole family too."

Ashkandi didn't understand the old man's cryptic story at all, and only gave an answer based on the Raven Man's logic.

However, it was this reply that touched the old man's G-spot.

"Good boy, what a good boy, I'm starting to like you crows."

Although Ashkandi was given some Ansu spells by the Taylon King, Tyrok, he is also a man with magical powers. But he didn't feel the majestic magic of the seemingly ordinary old man at all. It wasn't until just now that the old man came into contact with more than double-digit lethal spells to lock on Ashkandi, and once again strengthened the effectiveness of the [Super Effect Charm Hint] aura-type spell.

In other words, Ashkandi finally got his life back.

"What are your plans, old man, although it will be easy for me to kill a few humans, but I have a heavy responsibility, and I don't have time to help you get revenge. However, the king of the human kingdom of Altrante owes me a promise, and perhaps I can ask him to help you with your revenge. ”

I don't know why, Ashkandi looked at the old man more and more pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but offer help.

"Good boy, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, this cup of wine of revenge must be brewed slowly to enjoy the taste. No hurry, no hurry. ”

I don't know if it's for the raven man or for himself, but the good guy takes a deep breath as he speaks.

"Well, while it was a pleasure to talk to you, it's time for me to continue my mission. Haven't asked for your name yet......"

"What a good boy who is loyal and dutiful!"

The old man seemed to be surprised that under his almost brainwashed [Super Charm Hint], the Raven Man could still remember his own responsibilities, and sincerely showed a respectful look to Ashkandi.

Loyal people are always easy to gain the favor of others.

"Well, my name is Mario..... my name is Mario, yes, you can just call me Mario."

The old man said to the Raven Man. (To be continued.) )