Rukma's soul is different from the zombie bird that flies over the forests of Aranka Peak.

The empty shell of hair is beautiful, but it's not enough to impress the High Elves, who have a very high standard of beauty.

The soul of Rukma in front of Saljan's eyes shimmered with soft golden-red light and shadow, and many gorgeous special effects were added to the already beautiful feathers.

If she soars high above the sky, it looks like a tiny little sun, shining on the earth with its own warm light.

Rukma's empty shell is only the bird's instinct to fly, and even if she is still a little distracted, the every move of her soul can still make Sarren feel grace and gentleness from the bottom of her heart.

'Warm and elegant big sister, it turns out that Ansu is so good? ’

Theoretically, demigods can transform into mortal form, but Saleien does not expect Rukma to take on mortal form.

If you think about it, you can guess that if Rukma were to take shape, the appearance she chose would be based on the Raven people she had created.

The beauty of the Raven Man...... At least Salian doesn't appreciate it.

"Hello, Ms. Rukma."

Seeing that Rukma's orange eyes had been staring blankly into the distance, Sarian took the initiative to interrupt her musings.

"I'm the demigod Sarjan Deep Shadow from Azeroth, and I'm glad to meet you."

"Ah......h

Hearing her name called, Rukma, who had just recovered from a long slumber, finally came back to her senses and nodded politely to Sarean in response.

"Hello, I'm Rukma...... I'm sorry, but I don't know what our world should be called. ”

Draenor was the name given to the planet after the arrival of the Delenei, and long before Rukma was active, she didn't know that Draenor was also a matter of course.

After Sarren's explanation, Rukma accepted his claim with ease, and instead used Draeno to refer to his home world.

Sarjan has never liked to waste time chatting and going around in circles, and after a brief explanation, he said straight to Rookma: "Ms. Roukma, Bonsandy must have mentioned some information to you before, right?" ”

"Yes."

Rukma sighed gracefully: "I didn't expect that I still have a chance to get a second life." ”

"For an indigenous like me, who was born in the 'country' world, the great existence of the soul of the world is simply unimaginable."

Salian smiled and asked, "What about ...... What are your wishes? Willing to join Azeroth? ”

"Of course."

Rukma said without hesitation: "No one can refuse a second life, and I still have a lot of things I want to confirm personally." ”

Sarjan's choice of Rukma is not surprising, survival is the instinct of all intelligent beings, and although her death is the end of her life, there are still many regrets that she has not been able to achieve.

Among them are the children she created, the Aranca Ravens, and the benefactor who never saw her again until her death, the raven demigod Ansu.

One thing to say, Salian is very interested in the complicated relationship between Rukma and Ansu.

It's hard to see what kind of feelings Rukma has for Ansu just from the story.

Just want to repay the favor? Or...... Ansu, who is emotionally inferior and cowardly, is not just unrequited love?

However, Sarayan would not have asked such a rude personal emotional question to Rukma who met for the first time.

…… Anyway, he will have a chance to see it for himself later.

Before that, Saljan had to find a way to bring Rukma's soul to Azeroth, and see if he could use this as an opportunity to establish contact with the Star Spirit.

For the next few moments, Rukma settled down in the Blighted Realm, and she was able to take the opportunity to sort out her messy thoughts.

After making peace with Rukma, Saljan returned to the Hall of Light to tell Adar the good news.

However, neither Sarean nor Adar had any intention of telling the news to the Sketis Ravens until a final conclusion was reached, lest they would be overjoyed by an accident that would damage the relationship between the two parties.

After recalling Onexia and Valeera, who were still shopping in the city, it was Stella Gosa's turn to transform into a dragon and return with the group in the direction of the Hellfire Peninsula.

After greeting the Alliance defenders stationed at the Dark Gate, Sarren stepped into the green-glowing interstellar portal.

Before he could step out of the spatial passage, Salian suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of gaze.

"It's ......"

After taking a foothold in front of the Dark Gate on the side of the Cursed Lands, Saljan ignored the inquiring glances from his family, and froze in disbelief.

Valera and the others knew the ins and outs of the matter, and when they saw Sarren's appearance, they knew that there might be a drama.

They waved the guards of the Watchfort, who had come over to greet them, and surrounded Sarjan, who was standing in place with his eyes open.

At this moment, Sarren's soul was pulled into a strange space, with an infinite starry sky up and down, left and right.

He floated among the stars and looked around blankly: "What kind of place is this?" Subplane? ”

"Hum~"

A strange language that could not be accurately recognized for the time being reverberated directly in the mind of the soul body of the Sarjan.

This new language, which I had never been exposed to, was quite similar to Titan, but somewhat plausible.

To use an analogy, it's like the difference between the dialects of Salas and Kadore, only it's a little more difficult to understand.

"Kid...... Inward...... Enchantment ...... Help...... Acceptance ......"

The staccato appearance of translatable words gave Sallian a pensive look.

"Are you...... Azeroth Star Soul? ”

"Yes."

Very good, this affirmative word is answered very clearly, which means that Ai-chan already has complete logical thinking and can communicate.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand your language in its entirety."

"Well, let me guess what you mean, you just have to answer yes and no?"

"Yes."

Ai-chan seemed to be very reasonable, and Sarean was relieved.

"The reason why you pulled me to this special plane should be for the soul of Rukma, an alien demigod?"

"Rukma? That one...... Name? ”

Sarjan: "Yes, the Firebird Demigod I have placed in the subplane of death, her name is Rukma, and she comes from the world of Draenor on the other side of the Dark Gate. ”

"I hope that you will give Rukma the opportunity to live with you as you do with the native-born spirits of nature, and that she will reciprocate your kindness by becoming a member of the Wilderness Demigods who guard Azeroth."

The Star Soul was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Help...... Optimistic, whether it ...... Trustworthy? ”

Although Salian said that the star soul only needs to answer yes and no, it is rare to be able to communicate with people, and Ai-chan, who has been holding back for countless years, can't help but want to say a few more words.

Sarayan replied respectfully, "I have confirmed for you in advance, Rukma's character can be trusted, and perhaps in the near future I will trouble you again to bless another demigod of the wilderness from Draenor." ”

Azeroth: "Your ...... I'm ...... See...... I...... Believe. ”

"Your wish has been fulfilled...... Blessed ...... Already...... Child, my imprint...... If necessary...... Call by my name......"

"Time...... Goodbye...... Kid ......"

Sarren had originally planned to take the opportunity to raise the issue of the Abysswalker, but the immature Star Soul seemed to have limited time to communicate with people.

When he suddenly came back to his senses, his consciousness had returned to his body, and Valeera, Stella Gossa and the others were staring at him with blazing eyes.

"Coming back?"

The quick-tempered Tina Gossa took the lead in pulling Sarjan's sleeve and asked, "How is it?" Is there a catch?

"It should ...... I guess there is. ”

Sarean raised his hand and rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the symptoms of soul dissonance caused by the sudden return of his soul after leaving his body.

After relieving himself, Sarjan immediately projected his soul to the Realm of Decay to check on Rukma's condition.

"Huh?!"

Rukma, who had been honestly squatting in Zlos to warm her soul, turned into a golden-red giant egg at some point.

Upon approaching, Salian could feel the uniform rhythm of the soul body inside the egg by touching the surface of the eggshell.

"Looks like it's going to take some time to see results."

As Star Soul said, the blessing of being able to be used as a "household register" has been given, and as a life form from outside of Azeroth, it should take some time for Rukma to adapt to the new soul state.

It just so happened that Sarean was going to start his vacation in earnest before Rookma woke up.

Under the bewildered gaze of the Alliance defenders on the side of the Cursed Lands, the Sarjan family, who had just returned from traveling through the spatial gate, took a few steps back to the other side of the dark gate.

"Next ......"

Standing on the desolate lands of the Hellfire Peninsula, Salaen turned on his eagle eye to look at the outline of an island looming at the far end of the sea to the north.

"The lost island of Franlon, we are coming to the spicy ~ belated vacation has officially begun!"