Chapter 512: The Past of Arak

　　 The tribe group of four met arakkoa.
　　 When the Saurfang brothers came, the arakkoa had seen a lot of them-there were even some conflicts, so they didn't care.
　　 But for Lao Chenlai, these feathered intelligent creatures are quite interesting, so he had an interesting exchange with an arakkoa called "Tiangjuan".
This guy named Reshad is very much like a lorewalker among the arakkoa. The destruction of the Draenor environment made the arakkoa drift away. The depressed Reshad was not drunk after drinking Old Chen’s wine, but instead Old Chen became a friend.
　　 And this weird looking guy seems to know a lot of arcane skills, and can even use arcane wisdom to quickly learn the common language.
"Quah-thank you, I haven't been so relaxed in a long time." Reshad drank the old spirits. "The days of exiles are really sad, especially when the world is about to collapse. ."
　　 "What's going on?" Old Chen looked excited, "If you have a chance, can you talk to me?"
"Well, quack! Okay, okay, although your companion is an orc, but not a of the Shattered Hand and the Bloodring Clan, then I will tell you what happened to us." Reshad thought. After a while, he called to his fellow Calibird, "Percy, bring the scroll that swallowed the sky, I haven't communicated with anyone for a long time."
　　 The Kali Bird, who had been following Reshad, flew flexibly into the bushes not far away, and then found a scroll.
"Thank you, Percy-but I'm sorry, I don't have any nuts for you anymore. There are still some seeds of wind and grass, I can barely fill my stomach." Then, Reshad pulled from his worn pocket Among them, he took out a handful of brown seeds and handed them to the Kali Bird, "Be patient, let's go to Auchindoun to see if there is any organization of exiles, devil, void—may The shadow protects us."
　　 Watching the thin Kali bird happily pecking the seeds on Reshad's dry claws, Lao Chen felt an indescribable sadness.
According to brother Saurfang, Windwort is the most common plant in Draenor. No matter how barren the land, this strong plant can still grow-however, the price is no matter which part of it, the flower , Fruits, seeds, stems and leaves are extremely bitter.
　　 Lao Chen once tried to make wine with Fengxucao, but as long as this is added to the wine, it will be hard to swallow.
　　 But now, this Kali bird has a cheerful look, pecking at the seeds of Fengxu grass.
　　 After the simple prayer was over, Reshad slowly unrolled the scroll.
"The shadows cover the sun, the raven swallows the sky, the glory of the gods of Arak has been gone. I don't know how long I can live, and I don't know if I can see the day when the exiles rise. I only know, We arakkoa need to keep going."
　　 Reshad’s voice was extremely hoarse, but it was fascinating, as if every word he uttered was the most reasonable.
　　 "A long, long time ago, when the turmoil hadn't even started, there used to be a high mountain, named Arak Spires. We arakkoa and our gods lived in this land."
　　 Following Reshad’s words, shadows filled the scroll, and a magical illusion appeared in front of Old Chen.
"Above the sky, the fiery flames and the sun bird Rukhmar always fly freely. She is bathed in sunlight, the patron's own heir, the lovely Kali bird." Reshad gently combed Perper. Xi's dry feathers, "She is the elf of sunlight and flame, and the sky is her canvas. Every day in the sky, she uses her wings to outline the sunrise and sunset."
"On the earth, Anzu, the of crows, is thinking quietly. He meditates. He tries to communicate with the creatures of the astral world, but his wisdom makes him unworldly, but a little indifferent and lonely. His heirs, the ravens inherited. This characteristic of him."
"In the shadows, Sete the Flesh Wind Serpent was jealous of the free Rukhmar. He was tired of his cold scales and flesh and blood, and wanted to seize Rukhmar's power, so he contacted Anzu and wanted to take advantage of it. While resting, ambushed Rukhmar."
"Old-fashioned story." Old Chen silently commented in his heart. "These three guys sound like demigods, but they are different from the demigods of Azeroth. It seems that these demigods are not very harmonious. "
　　 "Anzu informed Rukhema of the conspiracy, and the angry Rukhema burned Sete's wings to ashes, and Anzu tore off Sete's eyes."
　　 "Setai knew he was going to die, so he cursed this ancient land with his body. In order to seal the curse, Anzu swallowed Setai's body and disappeared."
　　 "Because of Anzu's sacrifice, the great Rukhema turned part of the Kali birds into arakkoa-it is us, but at that time we depended on the Apexis crystal to live a happy and peaceful life."
　　 Hearing this, Old Chen didn't feel much about it, but Zul'jin was already very excited-how powerful it is to turn Kali into arakkoa! As long as you find the Rukhmar, the troll will be able to master this power!
"Later ~EbookFREE.me~ With the death of Rukhmar and the disappearance of Anzu, the arakkoa gradually became rotten, and all arakkoa were divided into two parts, venerating Anhari and worshiping Rukhmar. Anzu’s Scalasi, there was a conflict between the two sides, and the war broke out.
"It was a catastrophe. The specific records are almost invisible. I only know that our civilization was almost destroyed. After the war, a new class of arakkoa emerged. These guys who called themselves high-ranking arakkoa blocked history. No longer maintain respect for Anzu-even resurrected Rukhmar, and hope to master her power, for their own rights, these high-ranking arakkoa framed the great hero, once almost led the arakkoa out of the predicament of the claws King Terokk."
"Anyone who is dissatisfied with the existence of the high-ranking arakkoa is thrown into the blood pool contaminated with the blood of Sethe, loses both wings, and becomes what I am now-what are we who have lost the sky? "
The persecution of the high-ranking arakkoa and the collapse of Draenor made Reshad extremely distressed. This time, in front of these "unrelated personnel", through the spirits of old Chen, this may be the last one who mastered the arakkoa The Tibetan scrolls of history rarely confided their aspirations.
　　 But he hadn't expected at all, what a disaster he would bring to the arakkoa in the future.
　　
　　The second overall content of the official chronicle of World of Warcraft has been completed and some people have performed a simple translation and induction. This fan is not forced to death by the official, hahaha.