The soul bound by gravity is pitiful and insignificant...
Ashkandi, the arakkoa, stood on the top of the mountain, looking at all the living beings at his feet with an almost compassionate look.
Regardless of humans, orcs, dwarves or ogres, in Ashkandi's eyes, they are all inferior races with shortcomings. Even his companions have become defective products after losing their wings. In a sense, Ashkandi's thoughts are no different from those of the great sages on Tongtian Peak. The only difference is that Ashkandi crazily worships Terok and the strongest of the Crow people. Mars. Because Terokk fell into the shadows, Ashkandi killed all his former comrades who stopped him from leaving the Sky Peak. Because Terokk wished to shelter the outcasts who had lost their wings, Ashkandi fought against his brethren in Skyreach. Because Terokk hoped to recover the stolen artifact, Ashkandi crossed the Dark Portal and came to the strange world of Azeroth, fulfilling his mission like searching for a needle in the sea.
With a strong sense of superiority, Ashkandi sees the gods of Azeroth as fragile, greedy, and unbearable. They are no different from the races dominated by the arakkoa in Draenor. The dragons flying in the sky cannot bear it. With his fatal chops, even Carlos, who is known as the King of Humanity, is just a troublesome guy in his eyes.
Trouble is just trouble after all, it has nothing to do with victory or defeat, or life.
However, at this moment, Ashkandi felt a spring breeze of fear.
The blue-haired old human man in front of him was radiant with kindness, exuding a warm atmosphere. He was well-dressed and kind-looking. He looked just like the old grandfather in the ring in the bedtime reading.
Such an old man, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, frightened the arakkoa Ashkandi to the point where he couldn't feel any fear.
From a rational analysis, such a cliff peak is not a place that ordinary humans can reach, and the biting cold wind is not something that human skin without feathers can easily resist. It's unreasonable no matter how you think about it when an ordinary-looking old human appears in a place like this and smiles at you gently, as if it's a sunny day. The most important thing is that Ashkandi has no idea when this old man will appear. of.
When encountering such a strange situation, Ashkandi's general response method is nothing more than to draw a sword and cut or flap his wings to take a detour. However, for some reason, Ashkandi couldn't think of any hostile thoughts at this moment.
An arakkoa and a guy who looked like a human were chatting as if they were having a normal conversation over the dangerous peak decision.
"His Majesty Terok's situation is not very good. After all, Anzu's power is not as good as Rukhmar's, and he has lost the dominance of Tongtian Peak. Styx has always been under the threat of the power of the sun from the high-level sages. If it weren't for those rebellious and fearful people, With His Majesty Terok’s desperate revenge, the exiles have long since been purged.”
He knew clearly that these secrets of the arakkoa should not be mentioned to humans... no, should not be mentioned to any outsiders, but Ashkandi couldn't help but tell them.
The strangest thing is that Ashcandi used the purest form of Crow Man language, and this old human man actually understood it.
"So what you are tracing is very important to your master, so important that you have to cross the realm of the world to recover it, right?"
"Yes, the Focusing Iris is an important means for Styx Crow's Nest to fight against Tongtian Peak. It is an important legacy of the ancient Apexis Empire. It must be recovered if it can be recovered. If it cannot be recovered, it must be prevented from falling into the hands of the orcs or Ai In the hands of the indigenous people of Xerath.”
Ashkandi was a little shaken. Although talking gave him some psychological comfort, instinctively, he felt that he had said something that he shouldn't have said.
"Then why did you kill the black dragon? Did the Focusing Iris fall into the hands of the black dragon?"
The old man's eyes exuded a strange light, and his perfect amiable image was flawed by a twist at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of ferocity.
"Probably not yet. According to my investigation, the Focusing Iris is still in the hands of the orcs. Those orcs who have taken refuge with the black dragon have not yet had time to give the Focusing Iris to their black dragon masters. But what does it matter? I hate the black dragon. I hate their dark skin, wings, and tails, and I want to cut them off when I see them.”
Ashkandi's answer was casual, but the old man smiled happily.
"What a good boy, well, a good boy!"
Because of the old man's hearty laughter, Ashkandi felt that he was "infected" and his mood improved inexplicably.
"Then old man, you seem to hate black dragons too. That's why."
During the conversation, Ashkandi took the initiative to ask questions for the first time.
The old man was slightly surprised when he heard the Crow Man's question, but after a low "hmm" he answered the Crow Man's question.
"Let me tell you a story. A long time ago, I had four brothers and sisters who were as close as brothers. However, the brother I trusted the most not only betrayed my trust and betrayed my tribe, but also killed all my family members. Small. He looks quite similar to Black Dragon."
Ashkandi was confused. Wasn't he talking about the black dragon? Why was it inexplicably related to the old man's love and hatred when he was young?
"Are you saying I should hate my former brother?"
"Should."
"Should I get back at him?"
"necessary."
"But what should I do if I am old and frail and he is in his prime?"
"He killed your whole family, so you should kill his whole family too."
Ashkandi didn't understand the old man's cryptic story at all, and just gave an answer based on the logic of the arakkoa.
However, it was this reply that touched the old man's g-spot.
"Good boy, such a good boy, I'm starting to like you arakkoa."
Although Ashkandi was given some of Anzu's spells by Terokk, the King of Claws, he can be considered a person with magical power. But he didn't feel the majestic magic power of the seemingly ordinary old man at all. Until just now, the old man had been exposed to more than double-digit fatal spells targeting Ashkandi, and had once again strengthened the effectiveness of the halo-type spell [Super-Effective Charm Suggestion].
In other words, Ashkandi finally saved his life.
"What are your plans, old man? Although it is easy for me to kill a few humans, I have a heavy responsibility and I don't have time to help you avenge me. However, the king of the human kingdom Riotrant still owes me a promise. Maybe I can ask him to help you complete your revenge."
For some reason, Ashkandi became more and more pleased with the old man and couldn't help but offer to help.
"Good boy, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. The fine wine of revenge needs to be brewed slowly to taste. Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."
I don't know whether to tell it to the Crow Man or to myself. The good man took a deep breath as he spoke.
"Well, although it was nice talking to you, it's time for me to continue my mission. I haven't asked your name yet..."
"What a loyal and dedicated boy!"
The old man seemed surprised that under his almost brainwashing [super-effective charm suggestion], the arakkoa could still remember his responsibilities, and showed sincere respect for Ashkandi.
Loyal people are always easy to win the favor of others.
"Well, my name is Marigo...my name is Mario, yes, you can just call me Mario."
The old man said to the Crow Man. (To be continued.)
