Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 119 29. We are all Akunda

"What a strange name, it seems that you have realized that your past life was full of violence and evil, which is a good start, my friend.

It seems that Akunda's keen insight has shone into your dark heart.

This fully proves the great power of the god of storm and newborn, whether in the kingdom of trolls or in the souls of outsiders.

Ah, praise to Akunda! "

Priest Akunda on the steps is obviously a well-informed character.

Facing Laike's deliberately provocative speech, he did not show dissatisfaction or bewilderment.

Instead, he followed Bu Laike's words, and by the way, went down the steps, and the group of guys waiting for food and water preached the greatness of Akunda.

Those guys looked stupid, and after hearing what the priest said, they also responded in a mess.

They are all slanderous words in praise of Akunda.

"You have told me that your name is Akunda the Big Bad, my friend, but these new friends behind you haven't introduced themselves yet."

Wearing a mask, the priest who called himself "Honorable Akunda" walked down the stairs enthusiastically, and looked up and down Laike's expression and the equipment and clothes on his body.

His gaze under the mask stayed for a few moments on the head of Gul'dan hanging on Braike's chest, and then looked at the orcs gathered in the square with the enthusiasm and generosity of a priest.

He said:

"Friends, examine your heart under the glory of the God of Storms, and tell me, what kind of Akunda are you?"

"Must it be called that strange name?"

With a saber on his back, his arms folded, and ready to slash at any moment, Reid Heishou raised his head and asked provocatively.

Venerable Akunda was not provoked, he explained patiently:

"This is the rule of the Akunda Temple, friends, those who cannot say goodbye to the past and find out their real names are not allowed to stay here for a long time.

The benevolent Akunda is willing to accept all outsiders with good intentions, but you must show that you are willing to set foot on a new path.

We humble servants, respect His will.

Go ahead, friends.

What are you Akunda? "

The orcs were hesitating, but the old mage took a step forward. The legendary mage gently bowed to the temple with a strong troll belief style.

He said in his low, decaying voice:

"I, an outsider, long to meet the God of Storms and seek his great wisdom, so you can call me Akunda of Wisdom."

"Well, that's great."

Venerable Akunda said in a joyful tone:

"Another lost soul has found a new path. You are our seventh wise Akunda. Welcome, friend."

After finishing speaking, he looked at those orcs persistently. Bu Laike also stood on the steps, and made a concealed gesture to Xieyan and Maim below.

So Warlock and Maim stepped forward at the same time and said in unison:

"My name is Loyal Akunda."

"My name is Akunda the Brave."

The irritable Red was obviously dissatisfied with this boring ceremony, but under pressure, he turned his face away and said casually:

"My name is Akunda the Warlike."

The remaining orcs saw that both chieftains had taken on new names.

They also shouted random names one by one, some low-key called Akunda the fighter and Akunda the good hunter.

There are also less understated ones.

What do they call themselves Akunda the Hand of Thunder, Akunda the Pioneer of War, Akunda the Sword of the Tribe, and so on.

After such a messy waiting for everyone to say their new names, the venerable Akunda allowed them to stay here tonight, and then returned to the steps at the entrance of the temple.

As he struck a gong, many priests dressed similarly to him rolled out some food from the temple with carts.

Most of them are local desert meatballs, some cakes made of dried vegetables, and some jerky.

Finally, several urns of water.

Below the steps, the trolls waiting for food in front of the temple also started commotion.

They were like praying for food or called beggars, crowding forward, some still holding bowls made of bone tools, and more simply bare hands, to receive the food given by the priests.

These guys are all ragged, skinny, shabby, and chronically malnourished.

Seeing how they were devouring, Bu Laike wondered if the purpose of these guys gathering outside this temple was to make a pilgrimage to Akunda?

Or did they come all the way here just for the food?

However, he knew the origins of these guys.

These guys are all exiles who were exiled from Zuldazar on the other side of the island to the Great Desert of Voldun. In fact, all the trolls in the Great Desert of Voldun have the same origin.

A huge part of it, because of mistakes made in the golden city of trolls.

A small number are officials or nobles who lost in the political struggles of the Zandalari Dynasty.

Well, the Zandalari trolls are the most intelligent troll civilization, and thus have inherited the common characteristics of all intelligent life forms. The political infighting in the city of gold is very serious and sharp.

In the Zanchuli Council, which is in charge of the internal affairs of the Zandalari Empire, a few people were divided into several factions, and they were constantly attacking each other.

King Rastakhan, the leader of the Zandalari trolls, was happy to see it, and even indulged in this situation.

This is the basic operation of Emperor Wang Quan's technique. If all the ministers in the Zanchuli Council under his command are twisted together, then the King of Gold will really be restless.

Zandalari trolls are very civilized though.

Not only have they put an end to the barbaric custom of cannibalism, but they are also very tolerant of losers in political struggles.

In most cases, they were exiled to the desert.

Out of sight out of mind.

Anyway, basically none of the trolls who were exiled to the Great Wharton Desert survived five years. The environment in this place is too harsh.

It was so bad that the trolls, who had always been known for their strong vitality, had difficulty adapting.

"New friends, why don't you eat?"

Surrounded by the noble Akunda, he seemed to have turned a blind eye to the ugly eating of these desert exiles, and saw that Bu Laike and his party did not reach out for the food and water distributed by the priests.

He came over and said seriously:

"You must be very tired from the long journey in the desert. Eat something, drink some water, and take a rest."

"No need, we bring our own dry food."

The pirate waved his hand and said to the honorable Akunda in front of him:

"Give the food to these poor people. Look at them, all skinny and boney. It's just too miserable."

Looking left and right at the Akunda Temple in front of him, he could clearly see that outside the stone, pyramid-like temple that has been around for a long time, under the night, there are wisps of bricks and stones from time to time. Blue arc.

It jumped out like lightning, and then crawled along the outer layer of the temple.

These lightning bolts are certainly not naturally generated.

Akunda, the God of Storms, is indeed in the temple in front of him.

But the gate of the temple was closed and locked, and there were more than a dozen strong troll guards wearing armor and holding sacrificial weapons, guarding there.

Do not allow others to approach.

The pirate's eyes stayed on the closed door and the lock for a few seconds, he stretched his left hand behind him, made a caressing movement in a covert way, then looked back at the honorable Akunda, and said bluntly: :

"Honorable Akunda, the only purpose for us outsiders to come to the Wharton Desert is to meet the great Akunda and seek its blessings.

Now we have chosen a new name and embarked on a new path as you wish, so when can we meet the great Akunda? "

"It's 'He'! You should use the honorific title, my companion, the big villain Akunda."

The venerable Akunda first corrected Bu Laike's "grammatical error", and then bowed to the temple behind him with a respectful temperament, and then turned back and said to Bu Laike:

"But it's not a coincidence that you came here, my friends, the great Akunda has been busy guarding the order of this desert for the past thousand years, and he is already very tired.

A year ago, He told His humble servant, me, that He needed a break.

It's not just you, friends.

Look at all the people gathered here, these poor people are here to see the great Akunda, but they cannot see the gods.

You too.

You need to be patient, once the great Akunda regains his energy, He will definitely meet you. "

"But we're in a hurry."

The pirate shook his head. He stared into the eyes of Venerable Akunda and said:

"We have to leave early tomorrow morning, so tonight, we have to see Akunda no matter what."

Hearing Bu Laike's words, Red Blackhand snorted, and put his hand on the handle of the knife very cooperatively, and the other orcs also gathered together with belligerent expressions.

The noble Akunda saw that the situation was not good, so he took a step back.

There were also troll guards guarding outside the temple who rushed over with weapons in hand. Seeing that the two sides were about to clash, the priest waved his hand and said:

"The great Akunda taught us that there are exceptions to everything, friends, just take it easy."

The next moment, he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Akundas!"

With this voice, the thin desert exiles around who were eating, as if they heard some kind of call, stood up in a clattering group.

Everyone was skinny, but there were so many people in this meeting. The moment the mighty two or three hundred people stood up, Laike and his men fell into a numerical disadvantage.

This scene frightened the leader of the fox people, Yudora, and several of her clansmen shrank their ears, and hid among the orcs with their tails shaking.

And the orcs are not afraid of this threat at all.

They have suffered enough along the way!

It's okay to be bullied by the servants of the god of death, but now even a group of sloppy trolls who can't eat enough, dare to bully them?

court death!

Seeing the irritable orcs drew their weapons one after another, the noble Akunda took a few steps back to his guards, and he shouted to the pirates and the exiles below:

"Our new friend insists on meeting the weary and great Akunda, which is an offense to the loa, but the benevolent God of Storms will not refuse the sincere prayers of believers.

Therefore, as the sole priest of the great Akunda, I declare here!

As long as our new friends can find the perfect tribute to the great Akunda, they will be allowed to meet the great Akunda. "

The guy paused, and said to Bu Laike and his party:

"The great Akunda's favorite food on weekdays is the sweet sand fruit in this desert, but he has the shape of a majestic beast, so he occasionally wants to taste the taste of fresh meat.

Fresh meat that can satisfy a loa god is not easy to find in the Voldun Desert.

But luckily for you, friends, there is a dangerous creature entrenched in a cave not far from the temple.

We have suffered greatly from it, and we call it Logog the Devourer, who has devoured so many innocent travelers that his meat will surely satisfy the great Akunda.

Therefore, as long as you can bring it for Akunda."

"click"

Before the venerable Akunda could finish his words, there was a sound that shook his heart from the closed gate of the temple behind him, and the priest turned his head to look.

My heart is half cold.

In the shadow of the entrance of the temple, there was a female orc wearing a hood, easily twisting the extremely delicate lock.

hell!

That lock was brought out by him from Zuldazar, and it was a lock with the divine power of another loa "Silk Dancer" Ms. Sha Della!

How could it be opened so easily by a mortal?

Probably feeling the venerable Akunda's astonished gaze, the hooded Garona turned her head, pushed open the closed door of the temple in front of her, and said to the venerable Akunda:

"My name is Akunda the lock picker, my lord priest."

"Now, we are all Akunda, and we are all members of our own family, so don't be so alien."

(end of this chapter)