Resurrecting Rukma is much easier than resurrecting other demigods.

Because Rukma's soul was not placed in the Emerald Dream Realm, but in a strange gesture hidden in its bird bones, Ysera had promised Ansu that even though she had been dead for more than 3,000 years, Rukma's soul had not dissipated, and in the Emerald Sanctuary of the Blighted, the seed of life could provide a huge amount of life force to this bird bone at any time.

So the only trouble now is to awaken the soul of this Yang Yan Raven.

For the druids and the green dragon, it takes a long time to recuperate and then wake up, but for Tyrion, there is no need for such trouble, because the power of death in his possession represents his strong control over the power of the soul, and as long as Rukma's soul is still there, he is sure to awaken this "sleeping beauty" that belongs to Ansu.

However, the confrontation between consciousness and soul cannot be seen with the eyes, and all onlookers, including Ansu, can only see Tyrion in a quiet gesture, placing his hands on the bones of Rukma's neck, they can feel the constant alternation of cold and scorching energy, escaping on this platform, but they cannot see the real battlefield.

Yuna, who sat and watched the hilarious little ghost, Yuna, shout happily, was probably the only "spectator" who could watch this soul awakening through Tyrion's perspective.

"Big Bird! Big bird on fire! ”

Yuna nervously grabbed the bear and the skittles in her hand, she could clearly see that in Lukma's spiritual world, in that blazing flame space, the battle between Tyrion and a fierce golden-red flame giant bird, the black death frost and the golden sun flame could make Yuna let out a cheer or scream every time they collided.

"It's so fierce! Wow! It also breathes fire! ”

Yuna stuffed the Skittles in her mouth and muttered inarticulately:

"Tyrion was bitten by it! Huh~~ It looks so painful! ”

Ansu heard the scream of the Holy Light Ghost, and it flapped its wings quickly and landed beside Yuna, and it nervously asked:

"Little girl, can you see it all?"

Yuna glared at it, hugged her arms with a childlike arrogant expression, turned her face to the side, ignored Ansu, who was talking, and was so anxious that the storm raven jumped up and down, and finally Ansu glanced at Yuna, and then gritted her teeth, it turned its head and pecked hard at its wide and beautiful tail feathers with its beak with a painful face, and the next moment, a blue-black feather as wide as a sword fell in front of Yuna's eyes.

The little ghost's eyes widened at this moment, and she cheered, as if she was holding a treasure, and held the huge and beautiful tail feathers of the demigod in her arms.

"You can always tell me now, right?"

Ansu looked at his missing tail with a painful face, it felt like a bald chicken now, and in the face of Ansu's flattery, the little ghost snorted, and then said to Ansu with great interest:

"Tyrion went to find your girlfriend in that burning world, but he couldn't find it... Your girlfriend is avoiding him, and then Tyrion is angry! He's so fierce when he's angry! ”

Yuna grimaced with her teeth and claws, then hugged Ansu's tail feathers and continued:

"Tyrion tries to extinguish the world with black ice, and then a giant monster bird bursts out and fights him! That strange bird is so fierce! It also breathes fire, golden fire, alas! I've never seen it drive Tyrion out of its world, but Tyrion is powerful! It's no match for Tyrion, voila! ”

The little girl said to the demigod with an excited face:

"Tyrion grabbed it by the neck, it was begging for mercy! Yikes! Tyrion brought it out! ”

At this moment, as the consciousness of the Great Lord returned to his body, the heavy and cold death power that had not yet dissipated swept across the entire platform with a faint breeze, but in an instant, the extremely lush grass growing around the platform seemed to have entered the depths of winter, and under the gaze of everyone, it withered and withered in an instant...

However, fortunately, the Great Lord withdrew his strength in time, and did not let this heavy concept of death destroy the integrity of the Emerald Holy Land, he took a step back, allowing his cold hands to leave Rukma's bird bones, and in the palm of his left hand, a golden-red soul gem that seemed to burn like a flame was impressively listed.

"Bastard!"

The moment he saw the gem, Ansu's eyes became violent, and the demigod nearly collapsed under the pressure, roaring and rolling up the wind blade, and pounced on Tyrion.

"What the hell did you do! What did you do to Rukma! Give me back my Rukma!! ”

The scene of a demigod's anger was extremely terrifying, but at the moment Ansu rushed up, Tyrion raised his hand, and the heavy power of death instantly spread over his body, as if he had entered the form of a demon warrior who violently beat the ancient gods that day, but this time only the left hand was strengthened, and under the gaze of the great druids, a pitch-black, huge, eerie ghost claw covered with armor grabbed into the sky with Tyrion's wave.

Fragments of small dark red lightning jumped on the giant ghost claws manifested by the power of death, grabbing the storm shield around Ansu's body, and then accurately clasped the angry Ansu in the palm of his hand, and in the cold look of Tyrion's left hand swung downward, the cold and gloomy ghost claw composed of energy grabbed Ansu and smashed it on the ground of the Emerald Holy Land.

The blow was like a meteor falling to the ground, like the earth humming.

"Bang"

This blow made the life energy escaping in the Emerald Holy Land smash in all directions, and Ansu, who was dizzy with anger, was even more dizzy, it was not a warrior-type demigod who should have been facing the enemy, an assassin-type demigod ran to face the great lord, isn't this looking for a beating?

"Are you awake?"

At the edge of the impact-shaped depression pit, Tyrion held the burning fierce soul in his hand in his right hand, looked at Ansu who was struggling to get up in the pit, and said in a deep voice:

"Open your blind eyes and see... It's not your Rukma at all! ”

"Huh?"

Ansu's eyes widened, indeed, although it looked exactly the same on the outside, the soul of the golden flame raven trapped in Tyrion's soul gem roared like a real beast, frantically slamming into the shell of the soul gem, and there was no sense at all.

"This... It's not..."

"It's the trouble you got into!"

The High Lord looked back at the skeleton of Rukma behind him, which was rapidly cooling, and he whispered:

"1,200 years ago, you mistakenly resurrected Rukma only its body, but not its soul, but the body of a demigod contains a terrible life force, and a mad and irrational beast will was born out of a soulless body... You told me this story yourself, have you forgotten it yourself? ”

"But Ysera told me that the frenzied consciousness had been removed!"

Ansu shouted, and Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and looked at the burning soul gem in his hand:

"Obviously, Ysera's removal is not complete, but this is not to blame the poor awakened, Rukma's existence form is different from all demigods, and she is also the first time to come into contact with such creatures outside of demigods, and she can be forgiven for making mistakes, after all, she is only a dream dragon, she is not a soul dragon... She's not a professional. ”

"What about Rukma?"

Ansu shrunk and flew out of the crater, flying around Rukma's rapidly cooling black bird bone, her dark onyx-like eyes flashing with concern.

"It's cooling down... I've never seen anything like it before, Rukma is the embodiment of the sun and it shouldn't be extinguished! ”

"This is not extinguished, stupid and ignorant Ansu!"

Seeing that Rukma's bones had completely become cold and dead, Tyrion took a decisive step back, narrowed his eyes, and said to Ansu:

"It's a cycle... From death to life, according to my guess, Rukma exists in the form of a legendary phoenix, and every time it is born from the cold ashes, it is a new self... It's hard to imagine what a beautiful creature it must be, and honestly, Ansu, you black and ugly raven, I guess you really don't deserve it. ”

The High Lord snapped his fingers, and several of the Blighted Great Druids immediately began to channel the life energy of the Emerald Sanctuary, and in the breath of the Seed of Life, the unimaginably large pure life force poured out from every angle of the platform, constantly pouring into the cold bones of Rukma, and the sound of the giant beast swallowing water came from the invisible space, as if a huge consciousness was slowly surfacing the water.

"The culprit of the dove's nest has been removed, and the master of true consciousness has opened his eyes..."

As the first rays of golden-red fire drifted above Rukma's bones, Tyrion reached out and stroked Yuna's hair, and he whispered:

"Look, it's awake!"

"Wow"

Almost at the moment when Tyrion's words landed, a brilliant golden-red light began to beat on Roukma's charred skeleton, just like the world's most brilliant craftsman spinning a peerless long dress, accompanied by the golden-red flame and the beating of light, in the continuous supply of life energy from the seed of life, the "flesh and blood" on Roukma's bones was rapidly recovering.

Like a wildfire, in the fluttering of the golden-red flame feathers of the Emerald Sanctuary, on the platform where Rukma's skeleton was placed, between the beating of the flames, a beautiful and thrilling sun-flame raven appeared there.

The four Great Druids of the Blightcaster sighed in unison, even if they were the most profound in the study of life energy, they had never seen such a beautiful creature.

"Wow!"

The little ghost sitting on Tyrion's shoulder was so shocked that the candy cube in his hand fell to the ground, Yuna's eyes widened, and the illusion-like scene in front of her was beyond the limits of the child's words, and she could only let out meaningless exclamations.

This is normal, because even the well-informed Tyrion does not know how to describe the truly resurrected Rokhma.

In the world of Draenor, the crows respectfully call Rukma "the spirit of the sun", in the mythology of the crows, Rukma is the symbol of the sun, this description is not exaggerated, at this moment, on the large platform of this emerald holy land, the sleeping Rukma quietly curled up in his own spreading flame wings, the wings composed of golden-red flames on each feather can be seen clearly, but on each feather, there is a burning flame-like fire.

Its head is 7 points similar to Ansu's, both of them are ravens in the Draenor world, but above the burning feathers of Rukmana, 9 feathers that dance in the air, completely composed of golden-red firelight, flutter like real feathers, and the light flames that remain in the air bring golden light and shadow, and behind it, there are flaming tail feathers that are fluffier than Ansu's wide tail feathers, which is not a demigod in the traditional sense at all... It's the perfect collection of life and elements.

It's no wonder that every time Ansu mentions Rukma, he exudes a sense of self-ashamed humility.

According to the aesthetics of Azeroth's creatures, Ansu is definitely not ugly, but compared to the Rukma in front of him, Ansu is like a deformed ugly monster picked up from a coal pile...

"Rukma... Mine, my Rukma..."

Ansu's 3,000-year-old lover is now close at hand, and it only takes a call to wake it up, but at this last moment, Ansu hesitated, it took a step back in a daze, it looked back at Tyrion, it didn't know whether it should wake it up, it was in fear... Fear awakens itself to another irrational beast, not its true lover.

"Bag!"

In this regard, Tyrion commented mercilessly:

"The goddess is right in front of you, and she's asleep, and you don't dare to go on... Ansu, you have done so much for it, you should stand by its side and accompany it to see the scenery of the new world... Of course, if you're not willing to do that, let me think about it, the Darkblade Legion seems to be missing a symbol, and I think Rukma is actually quite suitable, very powerful, and very powerful..."

"No!"

Ansu screamed, flapped her wings and flew towards the sleeping Rukma, the storm raven folded its wings lightly and landed beside the sleeping Rukma, it lowered its head, full of unimaginable tenderness, it called softly in Rukma's ear with a trembling voice:

"It's time to get up... My dear..."

"Huh"

It seems that Rookma, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened at this moment, and the Yangyan raven, who had been sleeping for 3,000 years, was frightened, and subconsciously flapped its wings and was about to fly into the sky, however, this subconscious action instantly turned into a disaster.

The golden-red flames of the sun stabbed in all directions along Rukma's flapping wings, and the temperature of the entire Emerald Sanctuary rose by at least 10° at this moment, and the newly restored grass around the platform began to burn again, and anything that Rukma summoned by the flames that came into contact with it burned as quickly as possible, and this fusion elemental flame had an unimaginable burning intensity, and even the natural enchantment held up by the great druid like the deer helmet was quickly burned through.

Tyrion took the screaming Yuna in his arms and quickly retreated into the realm of death, an undead who instinctively hated the flames of positive energy.

"Ansu! Quiet your stupid wife! ”

The High Lord's cold voice echoed across the platform:

"It almost burned my favorite clothes..."

"Trust me, you don't want to see me angry!"