Princess Reihy's resurrection was a fortuitous event.

She was stripped of the divinity of the Sun Spirit Rokma by her compatriots, brutally pushed off the Peak of Babel to the ground, and the murdered princess died on the spot when she fell into the cursed Valley of Terokka, so that she was not contaminated by the divinity of the Wind Serpent Spirit Saitai like other exiles.

She was naturally "pure", but this purity was an accident that was hard to replicate, but after clarifying the biggest problem, Tyrion and Severn had enough confidence in the Raven Death Call.

"So, it's 600 years later?"

The Raven Princess Lacey, who was following behind Tyrion, blinked her eyes, chatting with the Great Lord of the Dark Blade with a spiritual link, which is also a helpless thing, the language of the Raven is too obscure, and most of them express different meanings in the form of bird screams, you can't let Tyrion also scream and chat with Her Royal Highness the Princess, right?

That's just rude.

"Is the time of the Father and the Raven Kingdom over?"

Faced with the sorrow of the last princess, Tyrion did not hide too much, and he replied bluntly:

"After your father, the Taylon King Tyrok was framed and exiled by the Hagel priests, the kingdom of the Ravens has collapsed, and in the space of 600 years, your people have fallen back from feudalism to a theocratic society, and the priests have forcibly torn apart your civilization with the brutal intervention of faith in the wisdom of recovery, and the Ravens who once ruled the entire Draenor sky have been reduced to the point where even the orcs cannot defeat them..."

The Death Knight looked back at Reich, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's cruel, but I still have to say, Your Highness Princess, those priests paid the price for their past murders, and Tongtian Peak has completely turned into a wreck... And fortunately, in our war, there is still a group of sun priests who have not been executed ... That is, the descendants of those Hagel priests. ”

"That's rude!"

Princess Reich replied in a shrieked voice:

It is an unforgivable sin to be so rude, to be so bold as to be called the sun! ”

"So, I think, you should be happy to solve these troubles for us..."

With a wave of his hand, the Death Knights in front of him pulled open the floodgates, and in the darkness, the Sun Priests who survived the slaughter of the Death Knights were chained in a dark cage, waiting for their end.

Seeing the Slayer Tyrion appear, the priests screamed in panic, and the noise sounded as if they had broken into a birdcage, Tyrion frowned, he turned around and shoved two Crow scimitars engraved with necromantic runes into Princess Reihi's hands, he looked at the necromantic princess in front of him, and he whispered:

"Go, Reich, and take your death rage out on these murderers..."

"Soon, you'll have a Praetorian Guard that matches your identity... At that time, I will give you back the dominion of the Aranka Peaks, which is your divine right, and the young ravens... Don't you want to reinvent the civilization of the Raven with your own hands? ”

"You have personally experienced the last of the prosperity of civilization, are you willing to watch the glory of the Raven Kingdom be buried in such a humble way in this world?"

"I... Can I really? ”

Although Princess Reich inherited the prowess of her father, the warlike Taylok, the warlike Taylon King, she was in fact a skilled craftsman who did not like to fight, otherwise she would not have been captured so easily by the rebellious Hagel priests 600 years ago.

She took a step back, looking at the death-shining scimitar in her hand, and she whispered:

"I know, I'm an unqualified princess, because of my cowardice, even my father suffers from nightmares... I'm a sinner in the Raven Kingdom, and maybe my father is better suited than I am... If you can resurrect me, you will surely bring back my father..."

"It's a pity that your father's whereabouts are unknown, how can he be resurrected without a body? There isn't much left for you, and I suggest you start atonement from now on... You see, the choice is always in your hands. ”

Tyrion looked at the princess with her beautiful blue feathers, he reached out and touched the erect blue feathers on top of her head, and then strode away, giving Lexi a cold back:

"Either you will be completely crushed in pain and become a ridiculed waste!"

"Or draw strength from pain and repentance, and reconstruct the ruined past with your own hands... I want you to make a wise choice, Princess Reich, the Knights of the Darkblade... No need for waste! ”

The lower knights guarding the cage also left the place, leaving Reich and the chained Sun Priests in the dark, and watching the Death Knights leave, the panicked Raven Priests moved their cunning eyes, and they looked at this strange blue fellow in front of them, and they screamed:

"Come and let us go!"

"Ma'am, come and set us free, don't trust those Death Knights!"

"They're all slaughterers, come and help us, fellow!"

"The Tongtian Peak Sacrifice Group will have your place, and you will become the glorious Sun Priest!"

"Shut up!"

A shrill hiss interrupted the voices of the priests of the sun, and the princess of the past raised her head, her arms outstretched, the flowing wind wrapped around the scimitars in her hands, and the blue light that danced in the bird's eyes grew colder and colder.

"600 years ago, even the noblest Hagel priests did not dare to call themselves "the sun"! Who gave you the power to drive the name of the sun! The descendants of the murderers..."

"Pure faith has been tainted, and in your eyes I see only a light like a beast, and I am foolish!"

Two scimitars wrapped around the whistling wind staggered in front of Lacey, and the hesitation and pain in the eyes of the last princess of the ravens finally faded, leaving only a mixture of indifference and calm, and every feather on her wings trembled, letting the light wind wrap around her body, and the wind roared and bowed, just like the king of the claws who led the ravens to defeat foreign enemies 600 years ago.

"600 years later, you have fallen into the Devil! The sun that soars in the sky and the children of the storm do not deserve to live in such a humble manner..."

"With the divine bloodline of the rulers of Mt. Tongtian and Alanca, in the name of Queen Ryhi, son of Terok..."

"Give it to you..."

"Death!"

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"Will the princess follow us?"

The busy Blood Mage Saiwen asked in a low voice:

"She is not one of those crow people who has lost her faith, in her time, her belief in the sun is still very pure, and she has experienced the last glory of the crow kingdom, such a person, but it is difficult to really bow her head."

"Racy is a clever crow man, she has a sense of guilt for her countryman, and you have a slight misunderstanding of the texts, my Mr. Severn."

Tyrion sat on the side, holding a translated epic of the Raven Man, and as he read the tales of antiquity, he said:

"The truly noble civilization of the Raven Episis was split as early as 1,200 years ago in the infighting between the Hagel priests who worshiped the sun and the Ska Hak priests who studied the power of the shadows, and the Hagel priests were victorious, and it was at that time that the pure faith in the sun was established, and their fall also began at that time, and the wisdom of the Raven people had been restrained in the era when Reich and her father Tyrok were active."

"To be precise, Reich herself knows that sooner or later her father's kingdom will be overthrown by the priests who have a monopoly on power, but it doesn't matter... Severn, when we were in Quel'Thalas, we used to deal with those trolls a lot, didn't you notice that the situation of the Raven is actually very similar to the trolls? ”

"Huh?"

The blood mage with his head bowed paused, his hand danced, and two beads of blood emitting a dim light were drawn from the corpse of the fallen raven in front of him, and he looked back at Tyrion:

"What do you mean?"

"Every time the trolls go to war, the excuse is to "restore the glory of their ancestors"..."

A hint of mockery crossed Tyrion's mouth:

"Every elf knows that every inch of civilization in Azeroth now basically belongs to the ancient troll empire, so the trolls can easily gather a lot of soldiers with this clumsy excuse, and the same is true for the crow people, the ancestors established a huge and noble civilization, but unfortunately the descendants are not very competitive, but the glory of the ancestors is still remembered in the minds of every crowman... Do you understand? ”

"There is no hell abyss in the world of Draenor, and the soul of every creature who dies here is intact, and even after being resurrected, they will instinctively think about the meaning of the future, which makes them seem unruly, and they are not as easy to control as the necrons of Azeroth."

Tyrion put down the book, rubbed his forehead, and whispered:

"Orcs and Draenei have a deep hatred for demons, so the Death Knights of both races are willing to follow us, as we promise to take them with us for revenge on the demons... But the Raven People are different, they have no hatred with demons, and if they want to tie them to the chariot of the Dark Blade, they have to use a way! ”

"Head sheep!"

The Blood Mage Severn uttered a word, and he looked at Tyrion:

"A flock of confused sheep needs a head sheep that will lead them when they are grazing, protect them when attacked, and take them into the butcher's slaughterhouse when they are about to be killed... Reich is your goat, right? Her identity and bloodline, coupled with the banner of restoring the glory of the Raven People, made the resurrected Ravens very willing to follow her. ”

"Even the spirits of the dead who have died will be reunited under a noble purpose! Oh, Mr. Tyrion, I have to say... You're cunning! ”

"Don't say it so badly, Mr. Severn, though you're right."

Tyrion was a little unhappy with the Blood Mage's expression, and his fingers swirled in the air and whispered:

"But we've got an aerial legion that can cross both worlds, and the resurrected Queen Reich has plenty of time to reshape her civilization, and both sides will benefit... It's called a win-win! ”

"Win-win? Well..."

The Blood Mage shrugged his shoulders and continued to do his work:

"No wonder you're our leader, Tyrion, it seems that you have more than just great power, but I have bad news for you."

"What?"

The Death Knight looked up, the Blood Mage didn't look back, he was busy extracting the faint "Divine" blood from the Raven Man's corpse, and said:

"The recruitment of high-level crowmen is very smooth, after extracting the divinity of the sun spirit, they can be resurrected with a normal psychic array, but the problem is with the fallen crowmen, their shadow divinity is also easy to extract, but... Their souls have all dissipated, and there is a being we don't know about collecting the souls of fallen ravens, which I pointed out at the beginning. ”

"Although the Fallen Raven people can't fly, their shadow spells and primordial sorcery are not to be underestimated, they are very suitable to become the Warlock Corps of Dark Blades, and even if the soulless corpse is resurrected, it is just a meaningless walking corpse, so how are you going to deal with it?"

That means that behind these degenerate crowmen, there is a "great" guy who is sheltering them. ”

Tyrion stood up, flicked his wrists and shoulders, and whispered:

"You continue to dispose of the corpses of the Ravens, keep the Oakington Necropolis running at full capacity, and make sure you form a legion as quickly as possible, and I'll go and solve this problem now..."

"Wait!"

After Tyrion took a few steps, he was stopped by the blood mage, who reached out and picked up two bottles from the wooden shelf beside him and handed them to the Death Knight, who took them in his hand, and the two bottles were supposed to be blood, but the blood in the bottle in his left hand was golden, and the blood in the bottle in his right hand was black.

"What is this?"

Tyrion looked at Severn, who smiled gracefully:

"After purification, the blood of the demigods comes from the spirit of the sun, Roukma, and the spirit of the wind snake, Saitai, I have done live experiments, Rukma's blood contains sacred and fire attributes, and Saitai's blood is pure shadow, mixed with a little power of emptiness, because they are all from the wilderness demigods, so this blood is rich in pure life attributes... A dying lifeform will also be revived as a result, of course, there will be some small "sequelae". ”

"That doesn't sound like much use to us."

Tyrion shook two vials of demigod blood, but his statement made Severn scoff:

"It's just that it's not good at the moment, you and I both know that sooner or later we're going to have to do something to the living in Azeroth... I don't think I need to say more about the usefulness of these demigod bloods, they may also be able to play a new role in the form of potions. ”

This blunt language silenced Tyrion for a moment, then he put away the vial and whispered:

"That's all in the future."

A hint of cunning flashed in the Blood Mage's bright red eyes, and he took a step back and continued his work, he whispered:

"So, Mr. Tyrion, you already have the key to the future in your hands..."