Azeroth is a magical world.

Many miracles have happened in this world that will never appear in other worlds, such as the collapse of the mighty Burning Legion in this world, such as a strange life born in this world.

Star Soul... The soul of the Titans, the vast universe, not every planet will give birth to a star soul, but any world that gives birth to a star soul will have a civilization that thrives.

Although the world of Draenor also has civilizations, unfortunately, it does not have a star soul inside, which makes the world of Draenor incomplete in a sense.

"There is a special plane in the world of Azeroth, called the Emerald Dream."

In the darkness of the Aranka Peaks, a conversation between Tyrion and Ansu, the god of ravens, is underway, and the Death Knight lowers his voice as he speaks the secrets of Azeroth.

"It is said that it is the physical embodiment of the dream of the world, in short, that plane is magical, it is somewhere between existence and non-existence, and in the grace of Ysera, one of the guardians of Azeroth, the awakened, any recognized soul can enter that plane... Including the demigods of the wilderness! ”

The Death Knight looked at Ansu:

"You should know very well that a wilderness demigod like you has a strong vitality, even after death, the corpse will not decay, only the soul will age, and the Emerald Dream is the world that supplies the soul, and the wilderness demigods of Azeroth live in that world to prevent the aging of the soul and the reincarnation of life after death..."

"In other words, even if you are so weak now, only if you can enter the Emerald Dream Realm, one day, your soul will return to its strongest state!"

"It's useless! It's useless! ”

Ansu throbbed on the rocks in a rage, staring at Tyrion:

"I don't care if my life is old, I only care about Rukma! My dear! It's dead... According to you, even if there is that Emerald Dream, it can't be resurrected again! ”

"Stupid!"

Tyrion cursed, and he said in a deep voice:

"The resurrection of the demigod of the wilderness is a two-way resurrection process of body and soul, if only the body is resurrected, then only a monster without intelligence and soul is born! If you want to resurrect your wife, my stupid demigod, you must first bring back to life her sleeping soul..."

"Don't tell me that Rukma's soul has disappeared between heaven and earth! I don't believe that the soul of a demigod doesn't dissipate so easily! ”

"A monster without intelligence and soul?"

Ansu seemed to be struck by this sentence in the soul, and it stood dumbfounded on the rock, and after a long time, it let out a long sigh.

"You're right... Mortal, you're right, no wonder, no wonder the priests resurrected Rukma 1,200 years ago, and it only flew and ate mechanically, but it no longer answered my calls... No wonder! ”

"What? Has Rukma been resurrected? ”

Tyrion's heart tightened, although in the game, players occasionally encountered the world-class boss Rukma in the Arranka Peak Forest, but that was a game after all, and for more than a year, Tyrion and his Death Knights did not find that there were firebird-like creatures in the sky of the Arranka Peak Forest.

"According to you, it was a failed attempt."

Ansu said in a low tone:

"1,200 years ago, I couldn't bear the longing in my heart, and secretly drove a group of priests who believed in me to find Rukma's body and resurrect it at great cost... But it's like a beast that has lost its soul, and it can't even control its own heat, like the second sun, which burned a lot of crowmen, and in desperation, I can only seal it. ”

"That's it, of course you can't just resurrect its body..."

The voice of the death knight is a little strange, the demigod in front of him has resurrected his girlfriend, but he has not brought back its soul, that is, it has a mentally retarded girlfriend in its hand, and it can be left to it... Tsk tsk, it seems that Ansu's heart is very wild.

However, no matter how powerful the wisdom of the wilderness demigods is, it is only based on the beast, Ansu did not find Tyrion's dirty thoughts, and speaking of which, after re-accepting Aurelia's existence, Tyrion's mood seems to be much more lively, although most of the time he is still very cold.

"So, if you still want to meet your former goddess Rukma, you'll have to find a way to bring it to Azeroth."

The Death Knight's voice became eerie:

"Find a way to blend in with those wilderness demigods, gain their trust, let them accept you and Rukma, and then use the power of the Emerald Dream to slowly awaken Rukma's soul... Only then will the spirit of the sun be truly reborn! ”

The suggestion silenced Ansu, and after a dozen seconds, the Raven God looked at Tyrion in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and whispered:

"The civilization of orcs and ravens was born and developed under my nose, I know their thinking better than many mortals themselves, I don't believe you will be so great, you don't ask for anything, and if you are really a saint among mortals, I dare not cooperate with you... Say, mortal, what do you want from me? ”

"I want a lot."

Tyrion said unabashedly:

"First of all, I want the souls of the fallen ravens in your hands, all of them!"

The Death Knight stared at Ansu in front of him, this was undoubtedly an excessive request, after Rukma's death, Ansu was almost the patron of the Raven Man, and this act of directly opening his mouth to ask for the soul of the believer could undoubtedly be seen as a provocation.

But beyond Tyrion's expectations, after his request, Ansu barely hesitated:

"Good! All to you! ”

This was so refreshing that Tyrion froze for a moment, and then he asked rhetorically:

"Is the soul of a believer so worthless to you?"

"Believers? You say they are my believers? ”

Ansu looked at Tyrion with a strange gaze, and asked faintly, "Do you remember whose blood they have on them?" ”

This sentence made Tyrion understand all the reasons, the divinity of the fallen raven, their bloodline is not inherited from Ansu, but is polluted by the power of the wind snake spirit Saitai, and the raven people themselves are creatures created by Rukma, giving up Rukma's will and using dark power, which in the eyes of the infatuated Ansu, is probably a blasphemy against the sacred Rukma.

"I guided them just so that the dark forces of Saitai would not sweep through the place where Rukma and I were born... It's the same thing I collect their souls, but as you can see, the blood of Saitai has polluted their souls, and the degradation and alteration of their appearance are only the most trivial cases, and what is even more terrible is the darkness awakened in their hearts..."

Ansu flapped its wings and whipped up the dark wind, and it screamed, and said with a hint of mockery:

"At least I didn't instigate them to arm themselves against those high-ranking ravens, to plot a dangerous plot in Okington, and to drag the world to their deaths."

"Maybe their fall is persecution, but that doesn't mean they're good-natured, in fact, I'm too lazy to care about them after Rukma's orthodoxy has been distorted, and it's best if you're willing to take on these troubles."

"As for the faith you mentioned, the faith they gave me could not be eaten or drunk, and you saw it, I was just a clever beast, what do you say I want those things for?"

"Then I resurrected these guys, and you have no problem using them as cannon fodder?"

Tyrion asked, squinting, and Ansu chirped twice at his disgruntled voice:

"I can't control you, and it's hard for me to fight the darkness that gathers together, but that doesn't mean I'm happy to see you do it... So don't play your evil tricks in the Alanka Peak Forest, and don't provoke a lone demigod! ”

"Alright, let's talk about the second condition."

Tyrion stopped the conversation, pursed his lips, and said:

"In a few days, I may need you to help me deal with a tricky guy, rest assured, I won't leave you alone to fight it, I just need you to help me attract some attention when necessary, that's all, in return, after all is over, I will plan an operation to allow you and Rukma to blend into the demigods of the wilderness of Azeroth more smoothly."

"Oh? Listen to you, those wilderness demigods are a united group and don't trust outsiders, so I'm more curious, what the hell are you going to do? ”

Ansu asked curiously, and the Death Knight grinned:

"The best way to be friends with a stranger is to play with them against an adversary."

"And the most coincidental thing is that the demigods of the wilderness... Very disgusted with death. ”

"You'll be the upstart of Emerald Dreams, and if you're more enthusiastic and generous with the druids, and show off your special skills, you'll soon have enough followers in the Druids' Council, and believe me, that's important for you to resurrect Rukma."

The Death Knight gave a lecture to the bright-eyed Ansu:

"The demigods of the wilderness may not care about these things, but their followers are well-organized, and once there is organization, the struggle for power... It's inevitable, tsk, let me think, Rukma... Maybe you can wrap up your girlfriend, how about the messenger of the sun god in another world? This will surely give you and you both enough supporters in those minotaur groups..."

"And when I return to that world, you and I... We will share a new world! Come, make the noblest contract, Ansu, the god of crows! ”

"I'll help you, you help me!"

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The Fallen Ravens claim to be guided by the great Raven God Ansu, but in fact Ansu has no feelings for them, this is the harsh reality, the Wilderness Demigods have a different view of good and evil than mortals, and mortals always like to imagine their beliefs as omnipotent and perfect.

This is the common denominator of all intelligent life.

And now, the Fallen Ravens, who call themselves the faithful followers of Ansu, gather in the Ancaraz Raven's Nest, and under the guidance of the Ravental Priests, these Fallen Ravens are facing the death knights who are surrounding them from all sides, and in their desperation they can only gamble everything on this last call.

The fallen ravens who had arrived from far away had no idea what the priests were summoning, but under the relentless onslaught of the Knights of the Darkblade, they had no choice but to trust the priests, and at the outskirts of the dense crowd, some of the Raven Hidden Scrolls sighed and prepared to leave.

The Tibetan Scrollers are one of the few degenerate people who still worship knowledge and tradition, and even in the most difficult of days, they have gone to great lengths to collect the ancient scrolls scattered throughout the forests of the Alanka Peaks, and they are the chroniclers of the dark ages of civilization.

Seeing that the end of the fallen ravens is approaching, the Tibetan people are very pessimistic about the outcome of this war, seeing that their compatriots have finally done the most forbidden thing, seeing that they intend to break the boundary between life and death, and feeling that the catastrophe is coming, the Tibetan scroll people are planning to leave...

No one pays attention to these outliers.

The chattering priests and fallen ravens gathered in front of the Ravental Altar, an old altar that had been redecorated with a jumble of sacrifices... This can't be blamed for these crow-claw priests not being careful, the ritual of sacrificing Rukma and Ansu during the Episis civilization has long been lost, and after Tongtian Peak was destroyed by the orcs, let alone sacrifice, it was so difficult to live.

Incense was lit, and in the strange smell of the Ravental priests knelt on the ground, and in front of the altar were rows of carefully tied up scarecrows, decorated with ornate leather armor and sharp wingblades, looking very similar to the High Ravens, and underneath each scarecrow lay the body of an elaborately decorated High Raven.

This is selected from hundreds of high-ranking Raven captives who have been killed, and will serve as a vehicle for powerful souls returning from the Land of the Dead.

Yes, the Ravens are calling the most powerful warriors in their history!

Surrounded by desperation over their heads, they intend to die... Come and fight death!