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The ancient Uldum desert welcomed visitors today, but they did not enter this ancient land that had been sealed for countless years from "Gate of the Gods" in the northeast of this desert, but descended from the sky on sacred flying eagles like the sun.
When the fire like Sunflare descended on the top of the mountain of "Sun Obelisk", all Tol'vir Horde in the entire Uldum were alarmed.
The Orsis Tribe formed by the priests regarded it as a good omen and were the first force to respond to "Sun's Call". The king of Ramkahen, Phaoris, also personally led the Warriors to Sun Obelisk.
Only the cunning Neferset Tribe's "Dark Pharaoh" Tak did not intend to answer this call.
The reason is also very simple. Tol'vir is wary of all outsiders. After all, the last bastard (Thunderlord Clan) who brought foreigners here turned the originally fertile and beautiful Uldum prairie into the desert it is now.
That incident was regarded by Tol'vir as a "disaster Apocalypse", and based on this, today's Tol'vir culture was derived.
However, this time the outsiders did not lead an army and behaved very appropriately. The giant leader personally showed Orsis Tribe the real Sun Power.
Personally feeling the touch of the sacred sun moved the priests of Ossis to almost tears, and hearing Vigilant describe the legends and stories of An'she, the Sun God to them made these mighty "cat people" feel the call of faith and blessing from ancient times.
While the elder priests Diakum and Tol'vir were talking about doctrine, other people who came together were carefully observing these strange "locals".
They have a majestic body like a cheetah or Lion, but on top of the big cat's body, they have the upper body of Human Form.
Just like "Centaur" or Grove Guardian, they are somewhere between beasts and humanoids, but Tol'vir is much easier to deal with than the savage Centaur, and even his words have a refined taste.
These big cat people live tenaciously in the barren desert created by the Origin Engine leak. They built several big cities with their own hands, and even built dams and canals to create a rich delta in the desert.
They have their own splendid civilization and rely on their own understanding of the stars to build gorgeous obelisks in the desert to promote their proud culture.
This is a truly civilized race, and its degree of civilization surprised even Aegwynn.
Not only did they have kings and pharaohs, they even had ministers responsible for agriculture, culture, military and diplomacy. This was a true feudal society.
The One's regret is that the number of Tol'vir is very small, and the gift of being divided into three Hordes to share this land is already the limit. After all, the environment of the Uldum desert is really not suitable for survival, and the power that Tol'vir can exert on this land is limited.
But that doesn't matter.
After all, Uldum is a closed area. Apart from facing some barbaric Pygmies, Tol'vir will basically not be invaded by any foreign enemies. It is also a very good choice to live your own life behind closed doors.
But Tol'vir has a secret.
This is where their vigilance against outsiders comes from.
"They also suffered from Curse of Flesh. They were also the former Titan Construct. They were said to be the servants of Ra-den. Why not let Ra-den come over?"
Saloras looked at Aegwynn and said:
"With him coming forward, things will go very smoothly, right?"
"Ra-den is still in Stormheim dealing with the affairs of Odin, the heroic spirits Burning Legion and Skyhold. His mind is now occupied with rescuing his brothers and sisters in distress, and he will not be able to spare any time for a while."
Aegwynn explained:
"What's more, I don't think it would be a better choice for Ra-den to come forward in this matter. Although Tol'vir is still telling the history of being Titan Construct, he regards it as a sacred duty.
But their persistence for tens of thousands of years is not just for the glory of Titan Keepers.
After they turned from stone to flesh and blood, what they protected was their own civilization, land and people.
These strong Tol'vir have their own inheritance, and they no longer have much to do with Ra-den, just like Mogu of Pandaria no longer praises the name of Ra-den.
Since he is a person who has been eliminated by history, he should not be allowed to appear frequently in the "mortal era" again.
Could it be that Tol'vir still longs to shed his flesh and blood and turn into rock again?"
"Yes!"
Oreses on the other side came over and said to her sister and Lady Aegwynn with serious eyes:
"I just communicated with the priests of the Orsis Tribe, and they told me that there are some priests under Dark Pharaoh Tak who have been studying how to reverse Curse of Flesh.
The Tol'vir of that tribe, like those conservative Mogu, believe that Rock Body is the symbol of purity, and weak flesh and blood is just a curse of disaster.
They also said that since Elemental Realm approached Material World and the entrance to Skywall emerged from the clouds in the Uldum desert, the pharaoh of Neferset had been in frequent contact with Al'Akir the Windlord's subordinates.
It is said that Al'Akir also sent a wind lord to hide in the Neferset city. Perhaps they are already secretly worshiping another faith.
Judging from my war experience over the past ten thousand years, this is a very bad sign.
Tol'vir may be facing a dangerous civil strife, and the neurotic Al'Akir the Windlord may also have his own desire for Titan City, whom Tol'vir is guarding?"
"I can only say that we came in time."
Aegwynn sneered and said:
"Before, World Mother sent a giant to send a message to Al'Akir, asking it to return to World Mother's command, but the arrogant Al'Akir refused us. Now Fyrakk has moved into Firelands, but obviously what happened to Fire Lord is not enough to alert other elements.
With the fall of Fengshen, we announce the arrival of a new era to the unruly elements of Azeroth!"
"Raszageth Are you ready?"
Saloras asked:
"She was deprived of the power of the storm by Al'Akir before. The current form that she can control Thunder and the storm is the result of Diakum personally applying Flesh Shaping. In this way, her chances of winning if she challenges Al'Akir are not very good, right?
This doesn't even have anything to do with Incarnate Dragons's combat effectiveness.
In Azeroth, all the power of the elemental storm belongs to the God of Wind. Theoretically speaking, any life that controls wind and thunder cannot compete with it."
"Of course it's not just Raszageth. This is not a duel, this is a war!"
Aegwynn said:
"The erratic nature of Wind Elementals makes them the most chaotic of all elemental creatures. The internal fighting and chaos of the four wind lords in Skywall also stem from this. World Mother not only wants Wind Elementals to return to its original guard duties, she also hopes to use this to change the chaos of Skywall.
Deepholm and Abyssal Maw are also warned for this.
Therefore, when Raszageth arrives at Skywall with her Storm Dragonss, Fire Elementals's army will also advance with them, and the war of the elements does not require the participation of others."
"What a pity, I still plan to enter Skywall to watch the fall of Al'Akir."
Diakum's voice sounded from the side.
He looked at Aegwynn and said seriously:
"Are you sure you don't need my help?"
"You really don't need to do this kind of trivial thing yourself, Dick."
Aegwynn waved his hands and said:
"I think Skywall is indeed not strong enough to withstand the power of Lesser God. If you completely destroy it, World Mother told Wind Elementals that it will take a long time to rebuild it.
Say it again."
Star Soul Spokesperson In the shadow under the obelisk of the sun, he looked at Titan City in the eastern part of Uldum, which was hidden in the hot wind.
She said:
"You have more important things to do here. Tol'vir is willing to help you enter Halls of Origination?"
"The priests of Ossis have been convinced by me, and thanks to their ancient worship of the sun, moon and stars, they will hand over "Scepter of Orsis" to me, and I will lead them back to the ranks of Sun God believers and re-impose the blessings of An'she upon them."
Dick said:
"But the three tribes of Tol'vir all have the responsibility to protect Halls of Origination. Obviously, they cannot break in without the consent of the three tribes. The tragedy of the Thunderlord Clan has proved the terrible consequences of rushing into Halls of Origination rashly. I don't want to bet on whether I can survive the outpouring of energy from Titan unharmed.
Uh, okay.
There's a good chance I'll be fine.
But you know, that's not my style, and since World Mother characterizes it as a "Civil War of the Elements," I won't get involved.
However, Al'Akir has been guarding us.
It is not an easy task to enter Throne of the Windlord under the protection of Wind Elementals."
"That's another piece of good news."
Aegwynn played with an elemental gem and said with a smile:
"Just now, Infernal Dragon Fyrrak executed the rebels who disobeyed its rule and captured Sealed Skull of Thunderaan, Prince of Air. The Dark Iron Dwarvess who were already prepared also built "Wind-Kissed Blade".
Soon, the Windseeker will be freed from his ancient servitude, and he will become our perfect guide into Skywall. We will need to convince Thunderaan to help, but it shouldn't be difficult.
Raszageth has already rushed over.
If she desires to become the new "Wind God", then she must use her wisdom to participate in and complete this war."
"Raszageth's brain?"
Everyone showed regretful expressions, and Aegwynn herself sighed and said:
"Well, Raszageth does lack that thing, but it doesn't matter, she also has her own friends to help. Ms. Vyranoth will take care of it."
On the top of the mountain of Blackrock Mountain, Raszageth in the phantom form came with a cloud of dust. She had just returned from Nether Abyss's victory. She looked at the gorgeous "tuning fork" sword in front of her that was presented by the black iron emperor Dagran Thaurissan. She said:
"So, I just need to pour my storm into this sword?"
"That's the theory."
As the most outstanding blacksmith of Azeroth, Thorisson stroked the Wind-Kissed Blade he had built with his hands in a satisfied manner. As a blacksmith, he felt extremely accomplished at this moment. Every dwarf blacksmith would envy his achievements today.
He explained to the mighty Storm-Eater:
"With the help of Mag'har Shaman, the guys from Thorium Brotherhood and I have poured the elemental essence of "Thunderaan, Prince of Air" into this sword, but it is really weak. Even if I am not a spell caster, I can feel that Thunderaan is on the verge of death.
Perhaps it is already dead and was mutilated by the vicious Fire Lord.
It was the immortality of the elements that saved it.
Theoretically, as long as the energy you pour into Wind-Kissed Blade is strong enough, you can revive Thunderaan's consciousness, but there is no way to revive it."
"Thunderaan is the prince of Wind Elementals, a superior element born from the wind core of Al'Akir."
Vyranoth patted the sister on the shoulder and said:
"If such an elemental life wants to be resurrected, it can only rely on the power of wind Elemental Lords. In other words, only if you become the "Wind God" of Azeroth can it be possible to resurrect Thunderaan in Skywall.
Al'Akir would never do this. Elemental creatures don't have any father-son affection."
"So, I need to reach a mutual aid agreement with Thunderaan?"
Raszageth stroked Thunder's surging chin and said:
"I helped it resurrect, and it took us into Skywall."
"It's more than that."
Vyranoth said in a deep voice:
"Your original lightning-devouring power was deprived by Al'Akir. If you want to challenge it in the field of the Wind God, you must at least have a power that can compete with Al'Akir's Elemental Authority. That guy is not an opponent that can be defeated with sharp claws and fangs.
You need to borrow Elemental Authority from Thunderaan to protect yourself.
As I said just now, it is an elemental creature born from the wind core of Al'Akir. Al'Akir cannot take away the power of Thunderaan.
This is your chance.
Use the superposition of the power of Thunderaan and your own strength to complete the challenge and execution of Al'Akir. Insert this sword into the core of the storm of Al'Akir, and let Thunderaan be "born" again.
But it's risky"
"Hmm."
Raszageth nodded, she knew where the "risk" Vyranoth mentioned came from.
Thunderaan, Prince of Air is the prince of the Wind Elementalss. After the death of Al'Akir, it is the elemental life most qualified to inherit the power of the Wind God, but that is also the title that World Mother requires Raszageth to be.
This means that Raszageth may need to fight Thunderaan in the future.
Storm-Eater didn't want to think about these troublesome things. Under the gazes of Vyranoth and Thorisson, she grabbed the heavy Wind-Kissed Blade and lifted it high.
Then the power of the storm and Thunder belonging to her were continuously poured into the sword, causing lightning to boil and wrap around the blade in an instant, and the howling wind made Thorisson have to hold on to the stone to prevent it from being blown away.
The eyes of Raszageth, who were as thunderous as Divine Descent, danced with the light of Thunder. She could feel that the weak element in this sword was devouring the energy that belonged to her.
It's reviving.
Raszageth snorted, and poured a more magnificent storm Thunder into the sword body, making the tuning fork-like double-edged sword tremble in Thunder.
Until a certain moment, Thunderaan, Prince of Air's consciousness finally recovered.
This poor thing was defeated by Fire Lord's adjutant in the ancient elemental war, and the essence was devoured by Ragnaros himself. In order to prevent its resurrection, Fire Lord cruelly divided Thunderaan's consciousness into two pieces, and handed them over to his most trusted adjutant.
If Firelands hadn't changed dynasties, Thunderaan's life in captivity would have continued until one day he met that greedy adventurer with "very red hands" or "very rich".
"Who are you?"
Thunderaan asked weakly.
The sound is like a flying storm, symbolizing the exaggerated potential of this guy.
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I will kill your father and become the next master of Skywall."
Raszageth replied in a straightforward tone:
"I need your help to open the seal of Skywall. My brothers and sisters will lead the army of Firelands into your hometown and complete the conquest of the rebels in the name of World Mother. In exchange, I will resurrect you in the core of the storm of Al'Akir
You are its child, and you may also aspire to become the wind god of Azeroth.
I'll give you this chance, Thunderaan, the former loser.
After you are ready, I will give you a chance to challenge me. If you win, the throne of Fengshen will be given to you. If you lose, you will become the "prime minister" of Skywall and govern the territory of Wind Elementals for me.
I have no intention of wasting my life on leading a group of elemental creatures. Fyrakk With the help of the fire demons, I also have to find a powerful guy to bear the pressure for me."
Thunderaan did not respond. After more than ten seconds, it laughed like "real muffled thunder".
It said weakly:
"You are so straightforward. Okay, I agree. My power of storm will use this sword to fight for you. As for becoming a king, I will talk about it someday when I feel like it."