Ansu's story is so sad and sad to hear.

From the perspective of pure love, this story is really a sad sadomasochism.

If Little Xingxing heard about it, she would definitely be eager to write a slightly exaggerated artistic novel about the love between Old Ansu and Rukhma, and it might even be a big hit.

But from the perspective of a thorough pragmatist like Blake, Old Ansu's life was really quite boring.

I don’t know if it cried out in pain and sorrow when it betrayed its brother for a woman. But judging from its vicious behavior of eating all the flesh and blood of Saitai, it obviously did not think that Saitai, who was born together, was

its brother.

In other words, Sethai is not even as good as a feather of the goddess Rukhma in its heart.

As for Ansu's unconditional and unilateral contribution to Rukhma, Black felt that it was even more boring and self-impressed.

Judging from Rukhma's touching performance after seeing everything Ansu did for her, the sun spirit must also have a good impression of Ansu. If Ansu confessed his feelings from the beginning, there is a high probability that they will too.

It can be done.

After all, they are the only three demigods that the life force of the small world of Draenor can give birth to.

If he doesn't choose Anzu, Rukhma will have no choice but to choose Saitai, that ugly guy with a sinister mind.

From this point of view, Black believes that Anzu's low self-esteem and silent behavior are the root causes of all these disasters. If it had been braver from the beginning, it would not have had such troubles later.

But after Black told Hissari Black Crow his true thoughts, he was scolded by the archdruid as a heartless straight man without a heart. This made him very depressed, and he told Xal'atath his thoughts.

As a result, his dark little girlfriend called him an evil idiot who didn't know how to be charming.

This is very uncomfortable.

Thessaly Black Crow and Xal'atath are on the same side, which makes Black wonder if the world has really gone crazy?

Or should I say that I am the normal person who is sober?

"Here we are, this is it."

The sky swirled and fell on the highest peak of the Arak Forest, where the Crow people used amazing skills to create a "city in the sky".

They call this place Tongtian Peak, which represents the Ya people's yearning and attachment to the sky.

However, when Blake and Miss Black Crow landed on the castle at Tongtian Peak, they saw only miserable ruins.

The once majestic Tower of the Sun seemed to have collapsed due to a huge impact, and those gorgeous palaces carved with patterns praising the sun were also turned into black rubble in the fire.

The altar that the noble arakkoa priests once used to preach and promote the Way of the Sun was desecrated with demonic blood by the brutal orcs led by Kargath Bladefist, and this glorious place never regained its former glory.

This place is like a "cemetery in the sky" far away from the ground, and the deathly silence makes people feel panicked.

"I don't even need to look. Just from the cold wind here, I can feel the wails of the dead souls. The Black Crow Chapter will definitely like this place, but it is not a good thing for us to stay here for too long.

The souls of those who were tortured to death are eager to take revenge on the living, and they will soon gather together."

The smelly pirate stood in front of the altar desecrated by the demonic blood. He stroked the ugly ruins where the orcs had hung up all the gold. Without looking back, he looked at the black crow Archdru behind him who was silently reciting the language of nature and praying.

Yi said:

"We have to finish it quickly to avoid unnecessary massacres."

"Did the orcs really ruin it all?"

Miss Black Crow nodded, but she had new questions after seeing the wreckage of Tongtian Peak with her own eyes. She looked at the collapsed tower high above the palace and said softly:

"Based on my experience, Tongtian Peak is so high away from the location, and the arakkoa are good at flying and controlling the power and storms of the sun. It is impossible for ordinary orc warriors to rush into this strong holy city of the sun under their noses.

The war that destroyed the arakkoa civilization must not be that simple, right?

Moreover, I have also heard about the deep hatred between the high-level arakkoa with pure blood and the corrupted arakkoa who were exiled in Gorgrond. Perhaps you can tell me a little more about their stories?"

"You weren't such a talkative guy before."

Blake looked back at Miss Black Crow and said:

"You weren't that curious before. It seems that you have changed a lot after being driven out of the herd. Sure enough, I knew that the fledglings must learn to open their wings and embrace the sky."

"You are worrying too much, Sir Pirate. I just feel the tragic experience of the arakkoa people. Maybe knowing more about it can help me learn valuable survival wisdom from it."

Black Crow said with a straight face, then changed the subject and said:

"What are we going to do to lure Anzu out of his hiding place? Search every inch of shadow and darkness?"

"If you take the initiative to enter the darkness of this forest, you will only expose yourself to the eyes of an evil demigod shaped by void and life. This dark jungle is Old Ansu's hunting ground.

That lonely licking dog is unkind to other people except for giving everything to its goddess."

The smelly pirate stood in the windy ruins of Tongtian Peak, holding a pipe in his mouth, snapping his fingers, and said to the black crow:

"I remember I once taught you that the easiest way to find something in the dark is not to go deep into the darkness, but to light a fire and lure the moths in the darkness to pounce on themselves."

The pirate sneered and said:

"Light up the tower of the sun that the arakkoa use to commemorate Rukhmar! Just like how it once shone in the sun, I believe that this fire is enough to ignite the anger in the heart of the dog-licking demigod.

It will burst out of the darkness, it will confront us, and it will be so angry that it wants to tear us apart completely.

Then, it has to face us."

"It would take a long time to light such a tall tower."

Hisari Black Crow frowned and said:

"It was forged using a special method, and ordinary flames cannot get close to it."

""If this job was easy, I wouldn't have to look for you, right? Your Excellency, Arch Druid of Flame."

Blake curled his lips and said with a vicious metaphor:

"Why waste time? After all, don't you also want to know the conflict between the high-level arakkoa and the fallen arakkoa? That's a great story.

I think it fits the Kaldorei very well.

After all, it was a story about the confrontation between royal power and divine power, and ultimately the divine power won and then the civilization ushered in the destruction."

"Enough of your evil thinking!"

Black Crow opened her hands and called upon the power of the Fire of Savras. The moment the flames enveloped her body, she spat:

"The night elves don't have the problem of the conflict between royal power and divine power. I think you humans should be more worried about this. The Holy Light Church has already begun to affect the royal power of humans, isn't it?"

"What does that have to do with me?

I am a free and wild pirate. Neither the royal power nor the divine power can control me. I am a scum abandoned by the ordered society. I live on the mercy of good people. "

Black laughed heartily, watching the black crow cause the flames to touch the collapsed sun tower.

Wisps of fire wrapped around that special tower, and the power of the original fire from another world forced the inscriptions on the tower to light up, blooming into a golden stream of light in the dark night.

The light was so shining, as if the arakkoa empire that once dominated the skies of Draenor was back.

As the flames rolled, the stinky pirate took out the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth. He wiped his mouth and said:

"The story of the arakkoa is actually not much to tell. I told you before that Rukhmar used her own life essence to create the arakkoa in order to commemorate her unrequited love with Anzu.

This also made Rukhmar the main god of the arakkoa.

At the moment when faith was born, class was born. As Rukhmar's sun faith was accepted by all arakkoa hatched from bird eggs, the arakkoa priests who controlled the interpretation of the faith gradually became the rulers of the empire.

And as the blood descendant of the arakkoa who was the first created by Rukhmar, he became the king.

Their civilization system is very rigid. In addition to kings, priests and courtiers, the people are also divided into many professional castes. At first, they could maintain it with a small number of people, but later as the number of people increased, there was always a feeling of dissatisfaction.

Lonely guy challenges authority.

Therefore, the unique "punishment and exile" of the arakkoa people was also invented by the priests to strengthen the majesty of the class.

They will throw those who do not conform to the rules from Tongtian Peak!

Of course, the arakkoa have wings, so they generally cannot be killed, but their cunning is that they will throw the exile into the valley we passed just now.

There is the place where Seth fell, and there is a terrifying void power echoing there. The arakkoa who fall into it will soon have their minds and bodies corroded.

They will lose their wings and become very twisted, dark and ugly creatures.

High-level arakkoa are beautiful and noble creatures.

They inherited the noble appearance of the mother goddess Rukhmar, and each realm shines like the sun. The royal family is even more majestic and beautiful. They can be said to be the most beautiful creatures born in the world of Draenor.

But the Corrupted Arakkoa are ugly, uglier than the Broken Ones, and their hearts are as despicable as their appearance."

Blake curled his lips and looked down from the heights of the ruins of Tongtian Peak. The flowing shadows of the gloomy forest below converged into the running night, like a strong wind blowing through the dense forest, or more like stones being thrown into a black pool.

Ansu saw it.

It may show up soon.

Blake grinned. He sat on the noble altar of the Crow people, crossed his legs and teased the flaming phoenix Cangwan at hand, and continued:

"At first, such conflicts only occurred between the common people and the sun priests. Later, the power of the priests grew stronger and stronger, and they began to affect the king's power.

This is a destined thing.

After all, Rukhma is dead, how to explain that the sun doctrine she left behind is the power of the priests."

"etc!"
To be continued...