"Give! Greedy fools! ”

Ansu angrily slapped two pieces containing powerful souls, one white and one black, on Tyrion's desk, but since Ansu is now in the form of a crow, this action that should be domineering seems somewhat funny.

And the Great Lord, who had detached himself from low-level tastes, naturally couldn't laugh at his partner's funny posture, he didn't pay attention to Ansu's resentment, he just stretched out his hand and held the two different soul fragments in his hands.

The white shard contained the power of the storm, and Tyrion barely needed to observe to feel the will of the sky contained in the shard, but the High Lord could also feel that there was an almost insignificant, discordant aura in the shard.

"Avina, the Mother of Birds, infected by a nightmare?"

Tyrion whispered:

"It's unfortunate news, no wonder it's so cooperative, the Nightmare Messenger of Enzos has set its sights on it, and if it continues to stay in the Emerald Dreamland, it will end worse than Ursock, a clever and trade-off female..."

As he spoke, a trace of pure death power seeped into the soul fragment, like the most accurate scalpel, shredding a trace of nightmare power hidden in the soul fragment, and then hooked into the realm of death, in that realm where the rules were completely different from the present world, this weak nightmare power was almost impossible to resist, and was assimilated by death in an instant.

Even the soul of the powerful ancient god Cthun was imprisoned in the realm of death and could not be escaped, not to mention this inferior void power that had already changed three hands?

"This is the Void, it never fights you head-on, and by the time you realize its existence, you've already been attacked..."

Tyrion shook his head, put Avina's soul fragment aside, and picked up another black fragment, the High Lord played with the fragment with wild power with great interest, he leaned back in his chair and looked at Ansu bouncing around the table:

"Whose soul is this? I can feel that there is something very interesting in this soul..."

"That's a fragment of Ashaman's soul."

Ansu was eager to punch Tyrion in the face and peck the bastard in the eye by the way, but considering Rukma's future and the contrast in strength between the two sides, Ansu finally decided to do it from the heart, and he honestly replied:

"That's the most mysterious wilderness demigod, it was famous in the ancient war 10,000 years ago, but now, except for those great druids, newcomers have almost never heard of Ashaman's story, unlike other wilderness demigods, Ashaman never takes the initiative to proclaim his existence, it walks in the emerald dream like a ghost, only those druids who can find it on their own will be blessed by Ashaman."

"But the wild cheetah form used by the druids is derived from this most low-key demigod... Well, from what I've been feeling when I come into contact with it, Ashaman is not interested in druids, nature's ways or anything at all, it's just pure freedom and hunting, and in this respect, Ashaman is probably the purest demigod, but it gives me a problem. ”

Ansu said to Tyrion with some annoyance:

"Ashaman told me that it would help me persuade Eisena to accept the price of the resurrection, but in exchange, after all the Wild Demigods had been resurrected, it asked me to make an offer and help it do its best."

"Oh?"

Tyrion was suddenly interested, and under the inquiry of his gaze, Ansu spread his wings and screamed:

"Quack! That little fool wants the demigods to go with him in search of their creator... A mysterious being named Freya, Ashaman told me that in the dream of the soul, it heard Freya's cries for help, but it was the only one who heard... Maybe it's just a pathetic hallucination, or maybe it's corrupted by nightmares. ”

"No!"

The Great Lord looked at the black fragment in his palm, and he shook his head:

"There is no trace of infection in this soul, and compared to the souls of other demigods, there is indeed something in this Ashaman's soul that does not belong to the demigods of the wilderness... As for Freya, you didn't say that she was natural, because you didn't belong to this world, you weren't born because of her, but Ashaman was right when he said that all the birth of wild demigods in Azeroth had a lot to do with Freya. ”

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, he seemed to be thinking about something, and after more than ten seconds, the great lord's ice-blue gaze was on Ansu in front of him, he reached out and tried to caress Ansu's head, but was pecked by the raven demigod fiercely on his fingers.

"Watch who you are! Bastard, I'm not your stupid pet! ”

"Well, a grumpy little devil!"

The Great Lord stood up, two soul fragments, one black and one white, fell into the palm of his hand, he looked at Ansu and said softly:

"Let's go, your Rukma must have waited too long... I'll help you awaken her sleeping soul today, but listen, Ansu, the agreement between us has changed... I no longer need you to help me get the soul fragments of the remaining two demigods, but in exchange, you must help Ashaman unite the demigods, and then at a certain time, go to the continent of Northrend to find Freya... Don't ask why! ”

The question that Ansu wanted to ask was choked back in his throat, and it thought for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed to the change of agreement.

In its opinion, it was too boring to deal with the unruly and dangerous wolf spirit Godring, and it was better to go with the flow and fulfill both of Ashaman's and Tyrion's requests at once, which was obviously much more cost-effective.

What's more, Ansu has been lonely for thousands of years, and now Rukma's resurrection is just around the corner... It wasn't going to wait any longer, and it needed to resurrect Rukma to give Avina and Ashaman a little confidence.

After all, they are all people in the same boat now ... Uh, the beast.

And after all, Ansu didn't care what the world would become, it was great that it returned to Draenor with its resurrected wife and little Hisari to continue its power, Azeroth's survival had no effect on it, and it was useless for the druids to stress to it many times, after all, it was just a spontaneous and free raven...

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"Buzz"

With the temporary opening of the gate to the realm of death, Tyrion stepped out of the shadows into the emerald sanctuary of Drusva, and the little ghost Yuna sitting on his shoulder looked curiously left and right, this little girl had a usual heartless smile on her face, and kept a childlike curiosity about everything, even though she had been to this place many times.

"Tyrion, what are we doing here?"

Yuna took a piece of "Zangir's Special Edition" of Skittles from the pocket that Aurelia had sewn for her, chewed on it, and leaped off Tyrion's shoulder, approaching the large, charred black bird bones that lay on the ground in front of her, and she reached out to try to touch the bird bones as she turned back and asked:

"These bones... Yikes! It's hot! ”

Before Yuna's words were finished, the little girl suddenly withdrew her fingers as if she had touched a piece of red-hot charcoal, and a golden flame was still beating at the tips of her fingers, Yuna jumped and jumped, and it took several seconds to extinguish the flame, and the little girl pouted, looking like she was about to cry, and black scorch marks had appeared on the ghost body of the Holy Light Flower on the tips of her fingers.

It hurts when you look at it...

"Quack! Stupid girl! Stupid girl! ”

Ansu, standing on the other side of Tyrion's shoulder, remained shrunk, and in a gloating tone, he mocked the reckless Yuna:

"No one dares to touch my noble body directly... The flames on her feathers are as hot as the sun, and any disrespectful person will be burned to the soul, stupid girl~ Do you know it's wrong? ”

"Humph!"

The little ghost shook her neck and deftly jumped onto Tyrian's shoulder, she grabbed Tyrion by the hair, and whispered in his ear:

"It bullied me! There you see it! Tyrion, that blackbird bullied me! ”

"It's okay, girl."

Tyrion patted Yuna on the head to silence the grumpy child, and he looked at the black birdbones in front of him, exuding extreme heat, and said to Yuna:

"Let it apologize to you in a moment, don't you want the feathers on its tail? I'll let it pull one out for you in a while, but for now, you have to watch obediently, and a beautiful young lady will be resurrected in a while. ”

"Hmm!"

Yuna glared fiercely at Ansu, who suddenly fell silent, and the little ghost jumped to the ground, she pulled out her wand at her waist, grabbed her bear again, and sat there cross-legged, eating Skittles while watching the excitement.

"Come on, let me see the soul of this sleeping beauty!"

Tyrion moved his fingers and walked to the platform of the perfect black birdbone in front of him, several of the Great Druids of the Blightburner were guarding the platform of this Emerald Sanctuary, and all unrelated personnel were driven away from the small Emerald Dream Realm, the Blightburner is nominally a neutral organization, once it is discovered that it is related to Tyrion, it will definitely be a big blow to the reputation of the Blightcaller.

And the Great Druids, such as the Deerhelm and the elder Orfa the Thornwhisperer, are also curious about the true form of the unique Flame Raven Rukma.

Unlike the other demigods, even Ansu, Rukma is not so much a pure life demigod as a special demigod whose life and elements are perfectly integrated, and the huge black bird bone in front of her is not Rukma's remains, in fact, it is its body... According to Ansu, Rukma is not flesh and blood in the conventional sense.

The skin and even the feathers of this raven are made of the purest form of fire, and the sturdy skeleton that supports the movement of the body is used to carry the huge amount of life energy in the body, and once Lukma runs out of life energy, its body will turn into such a charred bird bone, like the rumored fantasy creature Phoenix, which dies and dies.

And speaking of Phoenix... Kael'thas, the High Elf Sun King far away in the Kalimdor continent, also has an elemental phoenix, which is probably the only well-known phoenix in the entire Azeroth, Kael'thas affectionately calls his comrades and pets "Ao", and the existence of Ao also proves that the phoenix is a real creature, but it is different from mythology in the conventional sense, the beautiful and noble phoenix, its essence is probably a pure fire element creature.

Tyrion stood in front of Rukma's skeleton, and behind him, Ansu transformed into its original huge size, and it nervously stared at Tyrion's movements with its own black onyx-like eyes, and the other great druids also widened their eyes at this moment, as withering druids who pursued the evolution of life, they obviously did not want to miss this moment.

"Uh..."

The Great Lord took a deep breath like a living person, the pure black power of death wrapped around his fingertips, causing the surrounding air to quickly cool down due to the existence of Rukma's skeleton, his hands were covered with a layer of black ice, the temperature was already so low that life could not bear it, the moment his fingers touched Rukma's skeleton, it was like ice and fire were connected, and the layer of ice gathered by the power of death began to melt rapidly.

Seeing this incredible scene, Tyrion immediately understood that Ansu's description was correct!

Rukma is not so much a wilderness demigod in the world of Draenor as a manifestation of a phenomenon in that world, and what this flame raven represents is the feedback of extreme positive energy, like... A round alive, able to move the sun! In other words, of all the demigods of Azeroth and Draenor, Rukma may have taken a step beyond the demigods, combining pure life with elemental power that is outside the six foundational forces of the universe.

I don't know how this stupid Miss Raven did it back then...

"Buzz"

The Great Lord's vast consciousness seeped into Rukma's skeleton along his fingers, and at this moment, Tyrion felt as if he had entered a world made purely of fire elementals, and he looked out according to the "eyes" of his consciousness, as if the whole world was burning.

However, compared to the normal flames, the flames burning in Rukma's world of will were more like quenched magma, and even the flames emitted a decadent and strange dark red, like wrought iron that was cooling.

It's in a bad condition, but its body is still alive...

What Tyrion has to do now is to find the sleeping soul of Roukmar hidden in this world of flames... According to Ysera, a demigod as powerful as Rukma should have left its mark on his body even after he died once.

"Where are you? Rukma? ”

Tyrion's consciousness roamed through the fiery spiritual world at a rapid speed, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find Rukma's primordial soul in this fiery spiritual world...

This annoyed the Great Lord, who hated the game of hide and seek.

"Looks like your world is going to go out..."

The Great Lord closed his eyes and hovered in the noisy world of flames, he began to mobilize the cold power of death, the concept of death that destroyed everything was like a surging tide, from Tyrion's hands, two giant snakes composed of frost roared to the ground, and at the moment of contact, the scorching earth was forcibly frozen, and even the burning flames were frozen in it.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his ice-blue eyes, as if he really wanted to extinguish the burning world.

"How uncomfortable it is to be half-dead like this... Let me give you a relief! ”