Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1313 63. I cried when I saw the ultimate meaning of this dog-licking way, how about you?

   When he saw the flaming phoenix hissing and gracefully passing over the shining tower of the sun in the dark night, the old Ansu who was hiding in the dark forest finally failed to hold down the gun.

All right.

   This is a bit of an exaggeration.

   The actual situation is that Ansu is indeed full of anger, and it does not allow another creature to fly around so arrogantly and domineeringly in the holy place where Rukhma, his favorite, used to be.

   So he twitched in the sky, but he flew around happily, and when he was about to turn his head to fly the second lap, the quiet night around him finally moved.

   The whistling shadow storm appeared invisibly, and shot towards the sky in a closed and shattered posture, to shred this **** **** on the spot.

   The wrath of an old demigod is terrifying.

   At the moment when the storm of shadows appeared, Blake whistled to let the sky return.

   He himself finished changing clothes in an instant, using the Moonlight Battle Armor to fly down into the rolling darkness, to drive out Old Ansu completely from his hiding place.

   But the sky is still very brave.

  It once couldn't take a headbutt from Gorm.

   But after the powerful master exerted the power of flames on it, it was not what it used to be. Facing the dark storm summoned by Anzu, the flame phoenix let out a sarcastic neigh.

   It hovered proudly in the sky, flapping its burning wings to gather the power of the Sulfuras fire, and spewing hot and bright flames forward.

The collision of darkness and light caused a large-scale energy collision on the ruins of Tongtian Peak, and dust flew around the volume. Seeing that the sky was about to be unstoppable, Hisari Black Crow shook her head, and also transformed into a fire eagle and flew in. Skyrim joined the fight.

  Old Ansu thought that the guy who was much uglier than his Rukhma would be easy to deal with, but it turned out that he was wrong.

   He was entangled and unable to escape, and a dangerous guy sneaked into the shadows and was quickly approaching its hiding place. What is even more terrifying is that the power of the void around him is actually retreating!

not good!

   The guy on the opposite side is also a user of void power, and he is loved by the void will far more than himself!

   This is normal, after all, Anzu's void power is not innate, it is the power that he got after being cursed after it devoured Saitai.

   But Black

   This guy is a ruthless character who takes the initiative to become a "Void Apostle". Odin once commented that the stinky pirate blessed by the will of the void is no less threatening than a weakened ancient god.

   Ansu, no matter how old-fashioned demigods are, can’t compete with such a guy for his potential.

   So, Ansu shrank decisively.

   Just when Blake was about to break through the void curtain where Ansu concealed himself, the old demigod screamed and evacuated all his powers, and hid deeper into the border between reality and void.

   It ran like this, and it was impossible for Black to straighten it.

  No, Brother Su, is there such a lack of lineup?

   He's a demigod anyway, so he doesn't want the dignity of a strong man?

   You should show up and throw a few harsh words.

   The surrounding night was quickly returning to calm, and in the face of such a cowardly guy, Blake lost his temper.

   He jumped out of hiding, and put the two murderous waste knives in his hands, which had become murderous because the enemy was very cowardly, back on his waist.

   He stood in the shadowy woodland, and above his head, the light of the sun tower of Tongtian Peak was shining like a small sun in the night.

   "Hey, come out and talk, I know you're here."

  Blake stood on the top of the tree with his hips on his hips and shouted to the darkness in front of him:

"I don't mean it, it's just because you've been avoiding talking to other people that I have to do this, listen! Anzu, if you miss this opportunity, you and the fallen arakkoa you're sheltering will be destroyed. I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

  The woodland was quiet, no one or any wind answered the pirate's call.

   This kind of silence made the pirate very uncomfortable, so he decided to use his ultimate:

   "Hey, Anzu, don't you want to resurrect Rukma?"

  “Shu”

   A cold wind blew over, blowing the leaves around Blake, which seemed to represent Anzu's vigilance and his attitude.

   It doesn't believe that this stinky pirate has a way to resurrect his beloved Rukhma. This guy looks like a very bad and bad bastard. How can someone who can actively contact the power of the void to this extent be a serious person!

   Serious people who play with the void?

  Bah!

   Despicable!

   Hiding in the Void Veil, Ansoda decided to ignore Black's cry, it moved its body covered with blue and purple feathers like a crow and its beautiful large tail feathers, and turned to go through the darkness to Skettis.

   But just as Ansu was about to leave, it heard Blake's proud and ostentatious voice, ringing in the material world outside the curtain:

   "Hey, uninitiated fellow, you must be wondering what kind of idiot dares to boast that he can resurrect a demigod born in flames?

   But the reality is that not only can I resurrect Rukma, I not only dare to put down my rhetoric, but I also bring tangible evidence! See that beautiful flaming phoenix in the sky?

   Would you be surprised if I told you that it was once a mighty hippogryph born of flesh?

  Look at that unique Flaming Firehawk again.

  You saw with your own eyes how she transformed from a female elf with flaming hair into a beautiful and mighty flaming creature, that is proof that I cannot fake it.

   I'm trying to tell you the really important information this way, my poor licking dog Ansu.

   The opportunity you have been longing for has been brought to you by the prophet of this other world, and you, who gave everything for Rukhma, have to choose to give it up at this time.

   Just because you think I'm a bad guy? "

  Blake laughed and took up his pipe. He exhaled a thick smoke ring and said:

   "Yes, I'm a badass, I never deny it, but is there any necessary connection between the fact that I'm a badass and that I can help you get what you want?

   What you, the poor **** of crows, crave with all your might is in my hands, Anzu, I graciously hand over the decision to you, either you show up or I leave within ten seconds.

  You choose. "

  Black took out his beloved mechanical dwarf multifunctional pocket watch and was about to count down. The swish shadows in front of him turned into dim bird feathers and fluttered in the storm. A huge crow stared darkly and walked out of the open void curtain.

   It is very old.

   This can be seen from its tired posture when walking.

   As a demigod born in a world without the Emerald Dream, Anzu has lived for thousands of years, and Draenor's vitality has been essentially waning.

   Demigods like them who are closely related to the vitality of the world will naturally be affected.

  If Ansu hadn't swallowed another demigod, Saitai, and gained Saitai's vitality, it would have died of old age in a long time. After all, its Rukhma has been dead for three thousand years.

   Demigods are also life, and since they are life, they will age.

The Anzu in front of him is the mainstream posture of the demigods of life among the stars. The group of Azeroth who can enter and exit in the Emerald Dream was guided and shaped by the guardians of the Titans, so they repeatedly "sit-ups" in the face of death. The wild demigods are the real outliers!

   "I knew that for a hopeless guy like you, only the information about the goddess in your heart can make you hooked."

  Blake stood on the top of the tree, looking at the big, over-the-top crow **** before him, he looked it up and down with his head tilted, and said:

   "Why drive your followers to attack the orcs? You've lived so long, don't you know what the real threat to Draenor is?"

   "Look at what you said!"

   Ansu snorted and said in a strange tone of yin and yang:

"Look at me dying of old age, do you think I can restrain those fallen mad arakkoa? My last attempt on them was to send the soul of their last king, Terokk, to him. Go back to the material world to lead them.

   But when the slaughter of the orcs began, Kargath Bladefist, who drank the blood and raged, defeated the arakkoa warrior who carried the soul of Terokk.

   After Terokk's soul fell into the shadows, the fallen arakkoa were without a leader.

I.

  I am getting old.

   There is no such power or energy, nor the will to control them.

   They were abandoned by me when they couldn't stand the inferiority in the dark souls, and when they united with the orcs to destroy the arakkoa civilization left by my Rukhmar. "

  The big crow made a ferocious expression and said coldly:

   "I'll kill them!

  I'm only interested in the secrets you tell right now, and I can even help you destroy Skettis if you need them, and all those dark remnants can be burned to death with just one fire.

   And I never blink.

  Do you want to make a deal?

   Weird and dark outsider, trading the lives of the fallen arakkoa for my Rukhmar?

   This business is really worth it. "

   "I don't want them to die."

  Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "They can still be used to fill the line when they are alive. When they die, they can only serve as undead servants for the death knights. I want them to join the upcoming operation in Shadowmoon Valley as cannon fodder. Isn't this condition too much?"

   "Not too much, great proposal, just I have one more question."

   Ansu let out a quack cry, it flapped its twisted wings that could no longer fly, and asked in a gloomy tone:

   "How do you convince me?"

   "I use this to convince you."

  Black took out a red crane feather from his luggage.

   Although he always claimed that he was the last Chi-Ji Feather in his hand, no one actually knows how many Chi-Ji Feather the stinky pirates picked up from the Chi-Ji perches in the Krasarang Jungle.

   Although these things have little residual power and are difficult to use as magic materials, they are really suitable for lighting tobacco in pipes.

   And the tobacco ignited by the Red Crane Feather has a special aroma.

  The most important thing is that the way to light a cigarette with a demigod feather is really neat!

   When Blake took out the Red Crane Feather, Ansu's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and the feathers on his excited neck exploded a little.

   It stared at the feather in the pirate's hand and said:

   "That is a feather of a powerful kind. I can feel that he is many times stronger than me, and this feather gives me a deeper feeling than my Rukhma's connection to the flame.

   Is there a Sun Spirit like Rukhma in your world? "

   "We don't call him the Spirit of the Sun, we call it 'Southern Red Crane Hope Tianzun', how about that? Isn't this name powerful enough?"

  Blake saw that Ansu was wearing a suit, and immediately explained to him with satisfaction:

   "I'm showing you this because I got the knowledge of the occult from the benevolent Zhuhe Tianzun.

   To resurrect a demigod like Rukhma, who was born from the fusion of life and elements, only vitality is not enough, you also need to find the original fire at the beginning of the birth of the world.

   Just like my sky, reshape the form of life with the original fire, and then add wisdom to the majestic vitality, only in this way can the real Rukhma be resurrected.

   Otherwise all you get is a walking dead.

   You now have two options, listen carefully! "

  The pirate stretched out **** and said to Ansu, the old licking dog who was squatting on the ground and listening carefully:

"First, you join us in the war in Shadowmoon Valley and help the orcs unleash the sealed elemental spirits of Draenor. Although they are far less powerful than the elemental monarchs of Azeroth, they also represent the creation of the power of the world.

   Turn to Ysenlatus, the fire elemental lord among them, and wait for the Everbloom to grow back to life so you can bring Rukhmar back to life. "

"and then?"

   Ansu nodded.

   It thought the idea was a good one, but as a cunning demigod, it was keenly aware that the second point Blake was going to say next was what really mattered.

   It looked at the pirate with its dark eyes, expecting an idea from the self-proclaimed "prophet".

   "The second one, that's awesome."

  Blake clapped his hands, pointed to the sky and Hisari Crow flying overhead, and said in a demagogic tone:

   "Don't rush to bind Rukhmar to the elements of the Draenor world, the elemental power of this small world is always limited, if you believe me, then wait patiently.

   In due course I will summon you to Azeroth, where we will attack the realm of a true fire elemental lord, a tyrant who calls himself the Balrog.

   We will defeat it, kill it, we will ruthlessly draw the fire of a great world from it, and I can generously give you enough Sulfuras flames.

   This way you can revive your Rukhma to its most perfect form.

   is not only as noble and beautiful as the Sun Spirit you remember, but she will be bound to Azeroth, do you know what that means? "

   The smelly pirate opened his arms and used an exaggerated tone to describe a grand story, bewitching the suspicious old Ansu:

   "That means she'll share in Azeroth's incomparably powerful vitality, and she'll be truly immortal! And best of all, we've got the Emerald Dream over there.

   You don't need to know what this thing stands for.

  You just need to know that even if your goddess Rukhma dies unfortunately, she can enter the Emerald Dream as a soul, perform a wave of sit-ups in the face of cruel death, and then wait for the next resurrection with peace of mind.

   As long as Azeroth is not destroyed, Rukhmar will never die.

  You are the same, old Ansu, this is also an opportunity for you to detach. "

  Black lowered his voice and said in a tone of false concern:

"Look at you now, the love you've missed once is really painful, every breath is the pain of thinking of her. But think about it, as long as you join me, you can have endless time to splurge.

   You will have plenty of time to do everything possible to please your goddess.

   Once you've achieved this, the only thing you need to worry about is that we have a lot of wild demigods like you over there, and each of them is more charismatic than your old, ugly, sinister bastard.

  What a wild silver wolf under the moon, what an elegant supreme white deer, and a supreme **** like Hope Tianzun who can kill both men and women.

  If Rukhma was resurrected there, she would have a lot to choose from.

   Chances are, she will praise you for being a good person and happily throw herself into the arms of your new boyfriend. So, seriously, I suggest you choose the first 'resurrection package', so that at least you can stay with your goddess for a long time. "

   "No! No no no no!"

   Ansu shook his head for a while, and said with a sigh:

   "I choose the second one."

   This infatuated dog-licking old crow looked at the re-ignited tower of the sun in the sky. His eyes were full of blessings and expectations, but they were not expectations for himself.

it says:

   "I'm dying, I've been tortured every day since I swallowed Saitai, my flesh has been twisted, my soul has been tainted, and I've long been unclean.

   I am not qualified to accompany Rukhma.

   I dream of sending her to a wonderful new world, so that she no longer has to worry about the life and death of this world and the arakkoa.

   That is the good life that Rukhma deserves.

   That is what the world owes her.

   I will send my goddess to your wonderful sounding world with a smile, I will send her my last blessings, and I will come back here.

  I will die where I was born.”

   In the cold wind whistling through the mountains and forests, Old Ansu whispered:

   "Among the three life spirits born in this world, it is enough for me and Saitai to sacrifice for it, my Rukhma deserves better.

So be it.

  We make a deal! "

   (end of this chapter)