"Look!"

A beautiful scroll made of animal skins was placed on the table of the Patriarch Moyana, and she looked up and looked suspiciously at the harvest wizard in front of her, who stretched a little lazily and leaned against Moyana's desk, he looked at the Patriarch and whispered:

"The official letter sent to us by the Council of Cenarion... Those cunning companions invited us to participate in the great cause of the "Return of the Demigods", and they will take us into the army. ”

Moyana put down the quill in her hand, she picked up the scroll and looked at it, then shook her head, and said to the harvest wizard in front of her:

"Isn't that what the Cenarion Council has always done? If they can't be defeated, they will assimilate and turn their enemies into friends, and they may be sure that we don't have a perfect way to resurrect the demigods, or maybe they want to make us ugly. ”

"Nope! No... Moyana, I don't see it that way. ”

The Harvest Wizard, one of the six Great Druids of the Blightcaller, the disciple of the Great Druid of the Deerhelm, rubbed his chin at this moment and said to Moyana:

"I read from this letter that our fellow travelers... Anxious, maybe the demigod Ansu has put pressure on them again, you and I both know that Rukma is almost the only pillar in Ansu's heart, which has dragged on for more than ten years, coupled with the resurrection of Agamagan, I think Ansu has probably been anxious for a long time. ”

"Isn't that better?"

Patriarch Moyana handed the scroll back to the harvest wizard Aort, and she began to look at the papers piled up on the table in front of her again, the recent growth of the Blightcast Sect in the world of Draenor has been phenomenal, many exiles in Shattrath City who do not believe in the Holy Light have joined the Blightcast Sect, as well as those races that have preserved civilization under the rule of the Darkblade, such as the Ogrella ogres of Gorrond and the Raven people of Babel Peak, all of whom see the Blightburner Cult as a trusted ally under official propaganda.

In the past few days, the Patriarch has been busy making contact with the shamans of the Clay Council of the Elemental Throne of the Nagrand Meadows, and the Blightcasters are trying to create a strong neutral faction, and these shamans who are not concerned with the world and only care about fixing the elemental rules of Draenor are just the ones to unite.

"Give it to my father, Oort."

The Patriarch whispered:

"I believe that my father will make the right decision, and besides, I must pay attention to Ansu's movements, and if he sends a messenger, then I must take it seriously, and I might as well tell him that we do have a way to resurrect Rukma in our hands..."

"We will ally with the Council of Cenarion to turn the dispute between the two into a milder doctrinal one, but only after Ansu joins us... All druids must know that the Blightburner is the organization that represents the true essence of nature... And not the loose Cenarion Council, who want to assimilate us? No... We'll eventually assimilate them! ”

The Patriarch's last words betray the ambitions of the Blightcaller Cult, but with the covert support of the High Lord Tyrion, they do have the ability.

And before leaving, the Harvest Wizard asked:

"I haven't been back to Draenor lately, how is my brother Wastein doing? Is he awake? ”

"No, I don't."

Hearing this, a glimmer of happiness appeared on the Patriarch's face, and she brushed her long hair and whispered:

"He's still in Shattrath City under Adar's purification, but things are going well, his soul has started to come alive again, maybe in a few years, we can really be reunited."

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The Blightcallers, on their part, are still waiting for an emissary from Ansu to talk to them about resurrecting Rukma.

But in reality, Ansu did send an emissary, but not to the Blightbolt's side, as early as the first time the Blightcaller sneaked in with Ansu to convey their willingness to help resurrect Rukma, Ansu knew that there must be another force behind this.

Don't forget, in the world of Draenor, Ansu watched Tyrion single-handedly support the Blightcaster Sect, and Ansu has indeed disguised himself well in the more than ten years since he came to Azeroth, packaging himself as a brave, powerful and somewhat petty storm god, but observers should not forget that in the world of Draenor, Ansu has the title of the god of deception.

Beneath the simple and beautiful appearance of this great raven lies a slightly dark soul... It has even concealed its disguise from the Green Dragon Queen, who rules the Emerald Dream Realm.

But when facing an old friend, Ansu doesn't have to disguise himself at all, and it doesn't want to disguise itself.

"Wow"

The weather in Stormwind has been bad for the last few days, with a storm under the gloomy night, and lightning streaking across the sky from time to time, pulling out pale arcs of light in the darkness.

Fortunately, the harvest season in the western wilderness has passed, otherwise it would have taken only a few days to destroy the efforts of those farmers for a year.

And in such weather, no one wants to go out, even the Death Knights who live in the Midnight Garden, in such a night, would rather stay alone in the room to reminisce about the past, or enter the soul sleep early, and compared to the boring entertainment methods of a few years ago, after the environment of the Death Realm has gradually stabilized, the Death Knights who have served for the Dark Blade for more than 5 years have 14 hours of "entertainment" time in the Death Realm every week.

Compared to the cold, boring and pale real world, the new world, which is more alive and restores all the emotions and senses of the living, is clearly more appealing to these loyal undead, soaking in a hot spring, playing bridge with friends, hanging out for hours in the castle pub of the Dead Realm, or simply having a pleasant one-night stand with a female Death Knight.

There's so much to do in that world, but alas, the High Lord won't let his bravest warriors get lost in that world... It's just a place to rest, but until the end of Darkblade's mission in this world, the warriors of Darkblade will have to return to reality.

But this... For the Death Knights of the Darkblade, it was indeed enough.

"Wow"

Another pale arc of light streaked across the sky, and in that flash of light, a storm raven flying through the storm slipped silently into the Midnight Garden of Stormwind on this rainy night.

She seemed to know her destination well, and after flapping her wings again, the storm raven glided through an open window with great agility into a room that was pitch black.

"Wow"

The pale arc of light lit up along the window, and in the dark room a slender figure in a hood was reflected. Lady Crow scanned the small room, which looked like a study, and there seemed to be no sign of anyone moving in it.

Ansu's patriarch took a step forward, the edge of her hood dripping on the ground, and in the slight sound of the droplets lapping the floor, a cluster of dark blue light rippled in the darkness in front of Lady Hisali's eyes, and the point of light began to swell the moment it appeared, and by the time Lady Hisali grabbed the claw blade at her waist, the creature that should not have appeared had finished shaping.

In this dark study, a majestic dark blue stag is looking at the strange night elf in front of him, its body is completely composed of heavy energy, very similar to the soul form of the wilderness demigod that Lady Hisali saw in the Emerald Dream, but the stag in front of him does not exude the gentleness of life energy, on the contrary, a cold breath wraps around its body like a storm.

It was a strange creature, Hisali had never seen such a creature before, but she could feel the terrifying threat emanating from the creature in front of her, she pursed her lips, and in the indifference of the soul stag's eyes, she slowly raised her hands to show that she had no malicious intent.

This action stopped the stag that raised its front hooves and prepared to charge, and it tilted its head curiously to examine the Hisali in front of it. The Crow, and the Crow Lady said in her own low, nice voice:

"I'm here on behalf of Ansu to visit his old friend, Tyrion. Mr. Dawnblade..."

"Huh?"

Tyrion's surprised voice sounded in the office chair behind Hisali at this moment, and with his voice, the entire dark study also became bright in a strange manner, the high lord beckoned, and the dangerous soul stag rushed towards his master with joy, and in a leap, its body quickly shrank, and soon became the size of a cat, and fell into Tyrion's arms, and then licked Tyrion's fingers with his tongue affectionately like a pet.

"It seems that Ansu really trusts you very much, and even told you the secret that it should be hiding."

The High Lord "conjured" a piece of soul fragment similar to a gummy candy from his fingers, put it in the palm of his hand, and fed it to the soul deer in his arms, while soothing his pet, he looked at the high-ranking Druid lady in front of him with his ice blue eyes, and when he saw Hisali's face, Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

"Have I seen you before? This lady..."

"Nope!"

Making eye contact with the Great Lord is not an easy life, the power of the Dead Realm fills Tyrion's soul, and the eyes are the windows of the soul, so looking directly into his eyes means that Hisali. The crow is watching the whole realm of death... That was not the pressure that this gifted but young girl could bear, so she quickly lowered her head and said in a humble tone:

"You haven't seen me, Great Lord, as for Your Excellency Ansu..."

Hirsalie took off her hood and said calmly:

"I don't think of it as a demigod that I believe in, it takes great care of me and makes it more like my father."

"Then you don't know what that old bastard does to his clan in the world of Draenor... Listen to me, girl. ”

Tyrion patted the head of Arceus, a well-fed and sleepy pet in his arms, and said playfully:

"Stay away from that old bastard Ansu, it's not a man of promises, I'll ask it to help me do a few things... You see, I've been waiting for more than ten years, and it hasn't done it yet... Or simply, it doesn't want to help me at all, that deceitful guy, right? Ansu! ”

"Shut up! Look at you, Tyrion, you're more evil than we were when we separated! ”

A raven flapping its wings out of the storm with its feathers swaying its feathers stood on Lady Hisali's shoulder, its black eyes staring at Tyrion in front of it, and it uttered Ansu's voice:

"Quack! I just showed up a little later and heard you trying to pollute my poor daughter with your own disgusting mind... Hisali is a good boy, you shouldn't do that! ”

"Trust me, Ansu."

Tyrion whispered:

"The fact that she was able to safely enter my study and wait for you to arrive is a testament to my kindness to this child... But speaking of which, you bastard came to me because you need me to do something for you... Wait, what about Rukma? More than ten years have passed, and poor Rukma has not been resurrected? Is the efficiency of the Cenarion Council so bad? ”

This sentence poked Ansu's heart, and also opened a bloody wound, making Ansu's mood become low and dark, Hisali felt Ansu's mood change, she stretched out her hand and helped Ansu's consciousness carrier smooth the feathers, and then Silisa raised her head, she looked at the big lord with clear eyes, she whispered:

"Please don't hurt Ansu again, Honorable High Lord, we have come to ask for help in the resurrection of Lady Rukma, the Blightburners have assured us that they can resurrect Lady Rukma, but Ansu told me that you are the real force behind them, so we came to visit you directly..."

"No!"

Before Hisali could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Tyrion, and the High Lord looked at Hisali and the little raven on her shoulder, and he whispered:

"The decision to resurrect Rukma has always been in your hands, Ansu... I've told you a long time ago that I'll be happy to help poor Rukma come back to life if you help me get something... However, what about your reply? ”

"If you don't write letters, don't send people, and don't even respond to magical communications, can I understand that you have rejected my kindness?"

Faced with this question, the silent Ansu raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Quack! You're in a tough place, Tyrion, I can't get what you want... It's not something to be readily available, it's the soul of a demigod! Soul! That's the most important thing for them..."

"Are you talking about it?"

Tyrion put Arceus in his arms on the table, gently stroked the well-behaved pet, and the pure power of death slowly infiltrated Arceus's body through Tyrion's fingers, transforming this power that originally belonged to the demigod of life into the power of death.

The Great Lord looked at Ansu and said:

"It's called Arceus, a pretty good name, right?"

"It was taken from the soul of Cenarius with my own hands... This process is a little "painful", you see, Ansu, in fact, I don't rely on you, I can get these things the same, don't you understand? ”

Tyrion's fingers tapped on the desk:

"I'm giving you a chance... An opportunity to prove that you and I are friends, and yet, you don't cherish this opportunity at all, and you still say that the resurrection of Rukma is the pillar of your soul? I'm sorry... I don't see your determination! ”

"But, everyone knows that I am a generous person, so I will give you a chance... One last chance. ”

"Godring, Avina, and Eisena are the soul fragments of the three demigods... When you bring it to me, when will I help you resurrect Rukma. ”

"You, will you accept it?"

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