Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 118 28. What Akunda are you?

The action efficiency of the foxes is very high.

Probably born in a barren desert like Wharton, any hesitation would lead to dire consequences, so these short but cunning and smart guys all have a very decisive character.

Just like Udora, the leader of the vulture tribe, who obviously still had doubts and vigilance towards Bu Laike and his men, but after hearing that Bu Laike promised to help, she immediately let go of her worries and asked her tribe to empty the caravan.

The foxes are a native race of the Wharton Desert, and they are only distributed here. Their customs are very peculiar, just like the gypsies in Bu Laike's memory.

Born, grown, aged, died, happy, sad.

All the experiences of life will be spent in the caravan belonging to their own tribe.

These well-made and strong caravans, which can withstand wind and sand, have large and stable wheels, and are pulled by alpacas are their home and destination, and they have no fixed place. It is their heritage and culture.

There are not many fox people.

The poor materials in the Wharton Desert can hardly support too many foxes. According to Yudora, although the foxes have been passed down in Wharton for thousands of years, it is twice as long as the human history.

However, the number of their tribe has never been able to exceed 400,000, and they are still scattered in many places in this desert.

It's not that the foxes haven't tried to migrate to other places.

But Zandalar is just that big.

Zuldazar, the golden city of Zandalari trolls, where Dazar'alor is located, has a good environment and rich products, but it is a holy place for trolls, and no other race is allowed to occupy it.

The fighting power of the fox people, let alone confronting the Zandalari trolls.

They couldn't even handle the Zandalari exiles banished to this desert.

Zuldazar can't go, if you want to migrate, you can only go to the Nazmir jungle.

But Nazmir is a "good place", where the blood plague is rampant, and there are "hospitable" blood troll barbarians, the foxes would rather be extinct in the Wodun Desert, and it is impossible to move to that place.

So, in general, the fate of the fox people is actually quite sad.

This race was doomed to be trapped in the Great Desert of Wharton since its birth, unless they could create a migratory fleet capable of sailing deep seas in one step without communicating with the outside world.

but.

This is totally impossible.

Under the cold night in the desert, nine caravans set off again. Led by the alpacas, the caravan was filled with green skins on the roof. The Indian-style convoy staggered on its way to Akun The way to the temple.

Around the convoy, the orcs riding the ferocious desert coyotes seemed to have returned to the good old days when they rode war wolves across the battlefield.

More than 30 "coyote cavalry" headed by Red Blackhand were scattered around the convoy, serving as outposts and guarding at the same time.

Guided by the natives of the desert, the convoy moved forward at a fast speed, speeding in the night along the roads that only locals could distinguish in the vast desert.

Bu Laike sat on the seat in front of the first caravan, and next to him was the hooded Eudora who was pulling the reins and steering the alpaca's running direction.

The pirate also wore a hood, put on the face covering again, wore an eye patch over his right eye, and had an orc skull hanging on his chest. He didn't look like a good person.

He was chatting with Yudora, trying to dissuade the fox leader from making a quick decision.

"So, what are you still hesitating about?"

The pirate said eloquently:

"Look, I told you just now, if you fox people don't think of a way, in a few decades, you may not even be able to maintain 400,000 people.

Haven't you noticed that the blood trolls of Nazmir have become more and more manic these years?

If you continue to stay in the Great Wharton Desert, there is only one dead end waiting for you vultures, but beyond the sea, in places you have never been to and never imagined, there are countless fertile lands waiting for pioneers.

As long as you go there, go to any place, within twenty years, your number will double!

You didn’t have the chance before, you didn’t have your own fleet, you didn’t have your own captain, and you couldn’t build a ship in the desert, but now, look, isn’t this opportunity coming? "

Bu Laike picked up the pipe, filled it with shredded tobacco, and said to Eudora beside him:

"I am an outsider, I come from the vast world beyond this desert, you just need to bring your people to join us, Eudora, I will let you see with your own eyes the hope I promised you fox people .

to be honest!

Just find a broken place outside, even the most barren burning plain or cursed land occupied by orcs, it is much better than this big desert. "

"But what about your ship?"

Eudora remained silent, and finally she was really moved by what Bu Laike said, but she gritted her teeth and said:

"You don't have a boat at all!

If you have a boat, you don't need to find us Vulpera at all. Wouldn't it be faster and better to take you across the desert and drive directly from the coastline to Zemland Port?

So you are lying to me.

You just want to use me and my people as victims! We fox people are a little poorer and less knowledgeable, but we are not stupid!

Even if we continue to live in the great desert and live this hopeless life, it is better than being taken to the outside world, and being sent to a certain place by our own people to die in battle for no reason.

Or be sold into slavery.

If you want me to trust you, you have to show me your ship first.

First prove that you are capable of helping us, instead of just relying on good promises. The most untrustworthy thing in this desert is promises. "

"Wow, you are so clever, little fox."

Instead of being angry, Bu Laike became more and more satisfied with Eudora, a young fox.

Look at this brain.

There is a hundred reids between the smart Maim among the orcs and her intelligence.

"You'll see."

Bo Laike had a pipe in his mouth and felt his pockets up and down, looking for kindling. Eudora took out a worn-out vial from his waist pocket and threw it to him.

With that in his hand, the pirate twisted the bottle away, shook it, and a flame ignited at the mouth of the bottle.

The magical thing should be the fire made from the glands of some local beasts and some dried herbs. It is simply a magic version of a lighter.

"Fu"

Bu Laike took a puff of the pipe beautifully, and exhaled another puff of smoke. He looked at the distant night, under the white and excessive moonlight, the canyon temple looming at the end of his sight.

He said to Eudora who was driving beside him:

"It won't be long before you see my ship, and it's going to be the best, coolest, most powerful ship in the entire world! And I think, maybe I'll get a gift from Zemlan.

I don't know where the fleet of the old pirate is hidden. Perhaps, I will harvest a lot of ships, and then I will generously distribute an 'ark' for you vulperans to use for migration.

But Eudora.

At that time, whether you like it or not, you will all have to leave with me. I have a premonition that there will be no crew members with good brains like you under my command. "

The pirate grinned and said:

"The goblin consortiums that run across the South China Sea will probably have rivals in the future."

Eudora didn't answer.

This clever and cunning fox just drove the car silently. As she said before, under the tempering of the wind and sand in the Wharton Desert, the creatures on this land are already very realistic.

They only trust their eyes, and seldom trust their ears.

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The so-called Wangshan ran dead horse, this principle is the same in the desert.

Obviously, I saw the Akunda Temple built on the slope of a canyon before, but the alpaca team had to run for two hours before approaching the canyon.

The alpacas pulling the cart were obviously a little tired, and they just had a rest at the Akunda Shrine.

Yudora said before that in previous eras, the order of the Great Desert of Wharton was maintained by Akunda, the God of Storms and Jibul, the God of Tigers believed by the trolls.

The temples of the two Loa gods are also the most important meeting point and supply point in this desert.

It's like two towns in the desert.

Although it was already midnight, the Akunda Temple was still very lively.

Groups of trolls in tattered clothes were gathering outside the temple, waiting for the priests to share some insignificant food and drinking water.

These trolls are all orthodox Zandalari trolls, which can be seen from their straight waists.

In this world, only the trolls on Zandalar can stand straight.

The other trolls walked hunched over.

The reason for this difference is probably because since the birth of the troll civilization, the Zandalari trolls have been living in their holy land and have never migrated away.

Of course, there are also rumors that the Zandalari trolls were blessed by many loa gods at the same time, and this situation only appeared in the long-term evolution.

As for the race of trolls, they usually feel short when they bow their waists, but once they really straighten their waists, these guys are surprisingly tall.

A few heads taller than an orc.

Bu Laike and his group stopped outside the Akunda Temple, like a group of short people gathering, it feels too bad to have to look up when talking to anyone.

This made Bo Laike quickly lose interest in these trolls.

However, among these troll exiles who shouted Akunda's name and waited for the food to be distributed, there were indeed a lot of fox people mixed in.

Their situation is much better than these exile trolls.

Those vulperas wore Zandalari-style robes of priests, and they seemed to have converted to the priesthood of Akunda, the god of storms.

On their furry faces, they all expressed sincerity.

"Darrow!"

Udora quickly found several young fox people missing in her tribe. She stepped forward quickly, grabbed the arm of a fox person, and said in a low voice:

"Come back with me! Your mother is very worried about you."

"Huh? Are you?"

The fox man named Darrow was taken aback by Yudora's question. He raised his head and looked at Yudora with a friendly face, but his eyes revealed a blankness that didn't seem fake.

He said:

"Hello, compatriots, are you also here to listen to Akunda's teachings? We welcome new brothers and sisters to join us, follow me quickly, and I will take you to meet the venerable Akunda."

"???"

Udora's eyes widened, she grabbed the fox man's wrist, pulled him in place, and asked:

"Darrow, you don't know me anymore?"

"I've never met you, and my name is Darrow."

The fox explained softly:

"Every life that enters Akunda's arms must abandon the past, whether it is happiness or sadness, no matter name or identity, Akunda will give us a new start.

Therefore, He is also honored as the "God of Newborn". For us sincere believers, Akunda is our name, Akunda is our everything, and Akunda is the best treasure this world bestows on us.

So we call ourselves 'Akunda'.

Just like my new life, I gave myself a new name here, which represents the abandonment of past suffering and life, compatriots, you can call me 'Smart Akunda'. "

"you!"

Eudora was a little dazed for a moment, the matter was clearly beyond her comprehension, she looked back at Bu Laike, and the pirate looked back at the old mage beside her.

The demilich stepped forward leaning on a pine stick with great interest. He used his rotten eyes to size up the vulpera in front of him.

A few seconds later, Meili Dongfeng whispered:

"It should be the effect of some kind of potion. His sanity has been disturbed, and it is likely to cause hallucinations."

"Ah! We have a new guest in our temple!"

As soon as the old mage finished speaking, everyone heard a passionate voice on the steps of the Akunda Temple. It was a tall Zandalari troll wearing a golden priest robe.

He wore a wooden mask often used by troll priests, covering the upper half of his face.

Like a real clergyman, he opened his arms enthusiastically, and said to the Bu Laike group below who were obviously different from the locals:

"It seems that the fame of Akunda has spread to the closed island of Zandalar. Outsiders, are you also here to meet the great Akunda and listen to its teachings?

Come, come forward!

To act in this holy place, you must abandon the past and the rules of the outside world. We have our rules here, and we start with a new name. "

The priest said enthusiastically to the crowd:

"Come on, look into your heart, and tell me, what kind of Akunda are you all?"

Everyone was silent.

Even the orc with the weakest brain realized that the situation was a bit strange, so Reid held his saber and asked Bu Laike with his eyes.

He, the chief who claims to be the successor of the orthodox tribe, is ready to strike at any time like a real orc!

But Bo Laike shook his head and stopped Red's move.

Under the watchful eyes of all, he stepped up the steps, opened his arms in the same way, and said to the enthusiastic priest:

"Hello, venerable Akunda, my subordinates and I have come to place Akunda, the benevolent and powerful God of Storms. When we come here, we naturally have to abide by the rules here.

So you ask my name, I will tell you, my name is Big Bad Akunda. "

(end of this chapter)