The giant raven spread its wings and soared silently in the night, its eyes overlooking the darkness-shrouded forests of Aranca, once the sky sanctuary of the world of Draenor, where the candles of the Episis civilization once illuminated the world.

And now, all that's left is ruins...

Ansu also stared at the place where it was born, it hid in the shadows, allowing the ubiquitous darkness to envelop its every feather, once, it hated this darkness because it obscured the sunlight of the sky, but now, like the dying Allanca Peaks, Ansu was also old, it no longer crossed the line between shadow and reality, but only stayed alone in its own nest.

It occasionally stared at the sky, and the sun of Draenor was still so bright, but in that sun-lit sky, there was no longer a figure that could make Ansu sing.

The spirit of life that beats like a flame, the beautiful creature that shines like a crown that makes people dare not look at it directly, the lover hidden in the deepest part of its heart... Rukma, the spirit of the sun, has been around for thousands of years and no longer soars in the sky.

And without the sky of Rukma, there is no longer attraction for Ansu.

"Alas"

Ansu let out a low sigh, it curled up in the darkness, the warm darkness enveloped it, and made it fall asleep in the longing for the past, in the dream, it could still see the radiant figure, it could still look forward to it, it could still miss it.

But today, Ansu's demigod sleep seemed a little quiet, and after it closed its eyes, a noisy voice kept shouting its name, making it impetuous, and finally, the god of crows stepped into his lair with anger, stepped over the border between darkness and the world, appeared in the Aranka Peak Forest, and appeared in front of the caller.

Ansu looked around, it was a bare valley, and there was filthy and foul-smelling blood flowing on the valley floor, and in the dark sky, there were dark red raindrops falling from time to time.

"Ga"

The god of crows let out a scream, this is the place it hates the most, it was here that the windy serpent Saitai, who cunningly tried to murder the noble Rukma 3,000 years ago, was killed by its own hands.

And the tragic state of the Raven God is also caused by the dying curse of the Great Wind Serpent...

But that was nothing, although after swallowing Saitai's remnants, its body was distorted by darkness, its wings shrunk and could no longer fly into the sky, and even its beautiful feathers became dull and took on a dull gray-blue, although its body began to settle into the shadows, Ansu did not regret his sacrifice.

At the very least, it used this method to protect its lover... Although until now, it has not expressed its love for Rukma.

"God of Ravens, Ansu!"

A hollow voice rang out in the darkness, sending Ansu's eyes to the ground, and it saw the figure that had come out of the darkness, it was a humanoid creature that had never been seen in the world of Draenor before, and it looked like a savage orc, but two years ago, they appeared in Draenor and approached the forest of Alanka Peak.

Ansu could see in the darkness that they drove the dead, wielding the energy of death to fight, which made it somewhat hostile to these new creatures, death... Death is a dangerous force, and from the black armor-clad human in front of him, Ansu can also feel threatened... It's too old, the curse of Saitai has been tormenting it, and while it's itself the weakest of the Draenor gods, Ansu excels at wisdom rather than strength.

"Are you calling me rudely? Mortal! ”

Ansu folded his wings and stepped out of the darkness, and Tyrion frowned as he looked at the Raven God in front of him.

The body of the god of crows that appeared in front of him was 3 meters high, and its whole body was covered with gray-blue feathers, the tail of the god of the wilderness was very long, dotted with beautiful blue feathers, and its beak, which was black, exuding a luster like steel, and the eyes of the god of crows were also black, and black light marks would be pulled out between movements, which looked somewhat strange.

Among the feathers of Ansu, there are some ornaments made by the Raven civilization, the most conspicuous of which is a silver round emblem, which is decorated with carvings of a crescent moon.

Overall, the god of ravens fits the image of a demigod in the minds of mortals, and Tyrion knows that in the world of Azeroth, the demigods of the wilderness often appear in the form of giant beasts.

However, it was not because of the strength of the Raven God that made the Death Knight frown, on the contrary, Tyrion looked at the Raven God in front of him with a strange expression, and after a while, he said rather rudely:

"I could guess that the god of crows was weak, but I didn't expect... You're so weak that it's no wonder you didn't show up when the orcs slaughtered the raven... It's not that you don't want to stop it, you can't stop it, right? ”

"Shut up!"

A scream brought a roaring storm that enveloped Tyrion entirely, and the wind was like a knife, and in Ansu's rage, he tried to slice open the body of the Death Knight, but was held out by a blood-colored shield.

After the storm dissipated, the Death Knight looked at the angry Raven God, and he whispered:

"Stop your senseless anger, Ansu, I didn't come to fight with you, you are so weak, even if you kill it, there is no point in killing you, except for the accident of being able to harvest a demigod body, I will not get any benefit, I will not do such a stupid thing."

"Arrogant mortals!"

This sentence completely enraged the Raven God, and the dark power in its eyes spread, and the storm from the Shadow Realm roared towards the Death Knight, corroding the ground beneath his feet in an instant, and even the shield with that layer of blood quickly dissipated in the dark storm.

"Enough! Ansu... I'm here to negotiate with you! ”

Tyrion raised his head, and in the dark storm, he looked directly at the dying demigod in front of him, and he whispered:

"Don't you want to resurrect Rukma anymore?"

"Bang"

The stones under Ansu's feet were easily torn apart by claws like steel, and the dark storm disappeared in an instant, and the god of crows raised his head and stared at the death knight in front of him:

"You... Say what? ”

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"I read the story of you, Rukma and Saitai in the Raven Scroll."

At the edge of the Aranka Forest, under a secluded hillside, Tyrion sat by the campfire, roasting a wild boar he had picked up on the flames, and on the stone opposite him, a raven was standing, and when he looked closely, it was a miniature version of the god of ravens.

Ansu stared at Tyrion, occasionally taking a moment to glance at the barbecued boar, and in the face of Tyrion's complaints, it didn't say much, like a qualified listener.

"It is said that Saitai is jealous of Rukma's beauty and nobility, and it is jealous that the spirit of the sun can fly freely in the sky and enjoy the sun, so it wants to murder it, but it knows that it is no match for Rukma alone, so it contacted you, right?"

Tyrion looked at the pocket Ansu in front of him, who hesitated for a moment before letting out a crow's screech, and then said with a spirit link:

"The Storm Serpent is a fool, and it contacted me to join in the murder of Rukma, but how could I agree? The noble Rukma is like a goddess of the sky, how can I allow the ugly Saitai to harm it? ”

"You love it so much!"

A strange smile appeared on Tyryon's lips:

"Even though you never admit it, even your descendants know it, you love Rukma so much that you informed Rukma of Saitai's plot and killed it with the Spirit of the Sun!"

"Give me the roasted meat!"

Ansu screamed, and Tyrion obediently threw the boar roasted with fur to the crow, which was a beast demigod anyway, and would not pay so much attention to it, and the pocket crow jumped next to the roasted meat, pecking at the meat with his beak, and said:

"Rukma burned Saitai's wings, and I gouged out its eyes as it screamed and fell to the ground, but Saitai was unwilling to give in and shed its filthy blood on the land where it was born, and where my children lived, to protect them..."

Ansu raised her head, looked at Tyrion with a malicious gaze, and said in a threatening tone:

"I ate Saitai! Eat them alive..."

"It's cruel..."

Tyrion was not intimidated by Ansu, he took out a wine bottle from his bosom with great interest, took a sip of tasteless wine, and looked at the god of crows:

"But you also paid the price, you were polluted by Saitai, and the traces of this pollution have not been erased until now, and you can control the power of darkness because you ate it, right?"

"That's necessary."

Ansu seemed reluctant to talk too much about the matter, and he replied casually, and continued to peck at the roasted meat, while Tyrion shook his head and continued:

"You didn't want to be in front of Rukma because you became ugly, so you hid in the Shadow Realm, until now?"

"Who do you think would be stupid enough to hide in that place for 3,000 years?"

Ansu mocked Tyrion wantonly:

"The history of mortals is wrong, and I didn't just avoid Rukma because of its ugliness, but because of the power of Saitai that haunted me, and if I continued to appear in Alanca, the uncontrollable dark power would engulf me... It's not just the shadows that Saitai is good at, but also... And the terrifying void! ”

Ansu's tone became low:

"And after I've tamed that power thoroughly, when I return to this world... Rukma, that silly girl, she's... Already..."

"What did she do? I'm curious. ”

Tyrion looked at Ansu with blazing eyes, and the latter was silent for a long time before he spoke:

"In order to commemorate me, she sent her life force to the children who were once sheltered by me, those Kali birds, and made them a new civilization, the Raven People... She was there in memory of me, but the act drained her strength, she became weak, and ended up in the place where it was born... It died, alone, quietly. ”

"You know what? Mortal, Rukma is the most powerful of us, it could have lived for a long time... But..."

"So you're in pain?"

Tyrion's fingers moved, he saw the emotion beneath the raven's dark eyes, and after waiting for a moment, he spoke:

"Then I'll tell you a story."

"Listen up."

Ansu was immersed in sadness, and even the feathers above her head were lowered.

"In my world... Well, I'm from another world, you should know that! ”

Tyrion rubbed his chin, and he whispered:

"In my world, there are also many powerful primordial beings like you and Rukma, who represent the concentrated embodiment of life elements at the time of birth, we call them wilderness demigods, Azeroth has existed several times longer than Draenor, and the civilization that has been bred is stronger than Draenor, therefore, the number of wilderness demigods is also very large, as far as I know, there are at least 11!"

"11!"

Ansu let out a crow's scream: "If this is true, then the prosperity of life in your world is unimaginable..."

"Of course it's true!"

Tyrion glared at the Raven God disapprovingly:

"Don't interrupt my story, it's important for you and your sister-in-law, trust me... The demigods of the wilderness of Azeroth are formidable, but their opponents are equally strong, and the demons stormed into that world 10,000 years ago, unlike their skirmish at Draenor, when the demons stormed Azeroth in full gear. ”

"It's hard for me to describe that scene for you, in short, the forces of the whole world are gathered to fight against the demons, and the demigods of the wilderness are among them, they are the vanguard of the resistance against the demons, and the most powerful demons are also crushed by the powerful forces in front of them... We came out victorious, but it came at a cost. ”

The Death Knight held out his hand and commanded:

"Most of the demigods died in this battle... But they don't really die! They live in another form, and only require a specific ritual... They will be able to re-enter the material realm... Resurrection! ”

Ansu's eyes widened at these words, and the wise Raven God stopped pecking at the flesh, and it could sense that Tyrion's story was about to get to the point.