Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 123 33. Northerners in the South China Sea

Akunda is a very simple and honest loa.

It has a simplicity commensurate with its size, and thinks that the three outsiders saved it, so it must give something in return, but this does not mean that Akunda is stupid.

The time of Akunda's existence is calculated in units of ten thousand years.

In such a long time, no matter how simple Akunda is, he has accumulated enough to distinguish between good and bad.

A few minutes later, the three people's requests were all granted.

The old mage was left in the temple, and while helping Akunda continue to get rid of the toxins, he listened to the ancient loa telling ancient stories, legends about Wharton, about the dark past of Nazmir, and so on.

Garona got a piece of Akunda's scale.

The God of Rebirth told her that with Akunda, she couldn't get the shadowy secret she wanted.

But Akunda also had friends.

This scale can lead Garona to gain the goodwill of Sirik the Night Lord.

She could learn the secrets of the Shadow and the Voiceless from the loa the bat that lived in Nazmir.

Boo Laike got something

It's a little bit weird.

"This Akunda, I didn't realize that the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is actually a guy who bullies the good and fears the evil!"

The pirate will be sitting in the Vulpera's caravan, grabbing something in his hand, and complaining to Garona beside him in dissatisfaction:

"I understand that it is weak and cannot fight with all its strength, but at least you can go to the coast and give me a scene, right? In the end, it gave me one of its horns, saying that it can attract the power of storms and thunder."

"If you don't want it, give it to me?"

Garona was really annoyed by Bu Laike, so she stretched out her hand and said to the pirate:

"While you said that Akunda was not sincere, you showed that nasty smile on your face. You were clearly satisfied, but you insisted on pretending that you had suffered a big loss."

"Tch, I just want more. I'm a pirate, and greed is my virtue."

Bo Laike grinned.

Put the off-white horn in his hand into the luggage.

This thing is the lizard horn that Akunda shed in the past, and it was made into the shape of a horn by an ingenious priest at that time.

This thing is regarded as equipment in the character card, but the entry is rather weird:

Akunda's favorite horn

Excellent quality

Additional effect: Summon Akunda's furious thunder, or create a storm (cooling time: 30 days)

There is no attribute entry, just like the tidal spell, it only comes with a special effect, but it does not indicate the level of magic power, which makes Bo Laike feel a little guilty.

However, Akunda solemnly handed over the horn to him, perhaps it meant that the big lizard recognized the power of the horn.

As for Akunda's inability to participate in the war.

As Bu Laike said, seeing the poisoned and weak God of the simple and honest Storm God, forcing him to participate in the war will only destroy the goodwill and friendship that he has finally established with the God of Loa.

What's more, what Akunda gave him was not just a horn.

The pirate glanced at the character card again:

Status: Mortal body. Slightly. Newborn imprint

That was the extra blessing given to him by Akunda as the God of Rebirth. The effect was to increase the speed of wound healing, which was equivalent to the racial talent of rebirth of an extra troll.

No loss already.

"When are you going to Nazmir to find Sirik?"

The pirate put away the horn and looked back at Garona, who was stroking the scales with a faint electric arc in her hand, and she said:

"After your work is over, it's time to return."

"Actually, I also know a non-mainstream loa god who is called the 'King of Thieves'."

The pirate rubbed his chin and said to Garona:

"However, that guy has a weird personality, and there is no fixed temple, and you may not be mentally prepared to accept its 'blessing'.

This is probably why Akunda didn't tell you about it.

However, after this matter is over, I plan to look for it. If you are interested, you are welcome to come along. "

"You would be so kind?"

Garona glanced suspiciously at Bo Laike, who shrugged and said:

"Don't doubt me so much, we are friends.

Of course, I'd be more than happy to help if you could help my stupid minions deal with the troll bandits in the ruins of Atu'aman.

Those guys are not difficult guys for you, just take it as a movement to prevent your body from getting rusty, okay? "

"I knew it."

It had not been a day or two since the legendary assassin and Bu Laike had become friends. He would hear the pirate's beguiling request, but he just grinned and showed an expression that was so true.

But did not refuse.

She disappeared into the shadows, left the caravan, and followed the orc marauders who were already riding hyena mounts, led by vulpera guides, towards the ruins of Atu Aman not far away.

There are also some troll exiles who were forced to join the battle, and their hands were tied with ropes, and they participated in the battle as cannon fodder.

Akunda was poisoned and assassinated by his own priest for a year, which caused his impression of these exiles to be extremely bad.

At this time, Laike used them as cannon fodder, and the simple and honest Akunda didn't stop him. He just thought it was because he was weak and recovering from his injuries. If he didn't see it, it didn't happen.

After Garona left, Bu Laike continued to stay in the caravan. Warlock Xieyan soon brought the noble Akunda who was exhausted after being tortured all night to the caravan. .

"You follow the black hands and the others."

Bu Laike said to the evil eye:

"While they slaughter those disobedient gangsters, fill your body with soul stones. After reaching the coast, there is a big battle to be fought, and I need you to summon demons to help.

By the way, help me get some spell-casting materials.

Remember, don't let those idiots dig around in the ruins of Atu Aman. There is something under there. If you dig it out, don't expect anyone to rescue you. "

"Yes, Captain!"

Xieyan chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and kicked the troll priest under his feet before striding away.

Before stepping out of the caravan, he did not forget to help his captain close the door.

"quack quack"

In the leather pouch of the cloth Laike belt, the little murloc who was sleeping soundly will also wake up.

I'm so sorry for this little thing.

It is an amphibious creature, and in a ghost place like the Wharton Desert, it is like coming to hell. Fortunately, it has been strengthened by a wave of dragon blood, so that it will not be dried up by the vicious desert.

But even so, the little murloc has also entered a state similar to "hibernation", only waking up once a day, and needs to drink a lot of water to keep the scales moist.

"Drink, drink, you little fool."

The pirate brought a wooden basin from the side, poured the water from the water bag into it, and threw the sleepy little murloc into it, watching it lie in the water and spit bubbles.

But in front of Bu Laike, the tortured loa priest covered in blood was already in despair.

Trimming his nails with a priest's knife, the pirate looked at the frail troll, his eyes narrowed, as if thinking about what to do with the creature.

He could kill him with a knife, but that would be a waste of resources.

This venerable Akunda is a good hand when it comes to conspiracies.

During this year, he has been using the method of poisoning food and water to control the priests in the temple and the desert exiles who rushed over from around.

He is careful, cautious.

Just like the way he treats the god Akunda he serves.

He only puts a little bit of mind-confusing poison into the food every time, and after years of accumulation, he will eventually gain a group of believers of his own to defend him.

If it weren't for the unexpected spoiler of Bu Laike.

Based on the situation and situation in the Wharton Desert, as long as the noble Akunda can hold back, he can achieve his goal in a few years at most.

There are few other things in this desert, but there are a lot of these helpless exiles.

Best of all, these exiles will be joined by newcomers every year, as long as the Zandalar Empire's rule does not crumble.

According to the imagination of the venerable Akunda, maybe in more than ten years, he will be able to have an army of his own! You can sweep across the Wharton Desert and build your own desert kingdom.

Decades later, he seized Akunda's divine power and became the new Loa.

Then, he might be able to fight back to Zuldazar.

He doesn't seek to overthrow the Golden Empire, as long as he can occupy a material-rich marginal area, he can return to the Zandalari Empire in a dignified manner.

You can also become a high-class person, and teach those bastards who exile themselves a good lesson!

But now, all the dreams come to an end in this rather bleak night tonight. Apart from the extinction of the dreams, he has also fallen into the hands of a group of stinky pirates, waiting for his end is currently unknown.

But when you think about it with your heels, you know that your future is already bleak.

"Snapped"

The blood-stained mask on his face was pulled off by Laike, revealing the guy's true face, but unexpectedly, the face under the mask was not that of a Zandalari troll.

"You, are you actually a frost troll?"

Laike's eyes widened when he saw the mane's face with the thick mane beneath the mask.

He took another look at the robe on the honorable Akunda. The pirate had noticed before that this guy wrapped himself tightly in the robe, with a mask on his face, basically not showing a trace of skin.

Now that the mystery is revealed, it's no wonder this guy wants to cover it up like this.

"Which clan are you from?"

The pirate looked into those feeble eyes, and asked:

"Drakalai? Frostburn? Iceaxe? Did you come to Zandalar from Northrend?

I know that there is a tradition among your troll clans. Every six years, all the troll clans in Azeroth will send envoys to Zandalar to discuss a truce and form an alliance in this holy land of all trolls.

It is also because of this that you appeared on the other side of the world from your hometown? But why is your back so straight? Do you work out hard every day? "

Venerable Akunda gritted his teeth and did not speak.

But from his expression, it can be seen that he was full of surprise and fear when Laike discovered his secret, and what the human pirate knew about the customs of trolls.

"You may not know, but I am very curious about the cultural landscape of Northrend."

Laike pulled out the Thrash Blade from his waist and rubbed it on his fingertips. The sharp blade gave out a light vibration. The pirate lowered his head and looked at the stubborn troll.

He said softly:

"As you learned last night, I am a warlock as well as a pirate. I have many ways to know your secrets, frost troll.

So you better talk while you still can.

You see, even now that Akunda is awake, I still haven't killed you, which means that I have certain expectations for you, do you understand? "

The frost troll's expression changed a bit.

He looked at Bo Laike suspiciously, and after a few seconds, the frost troll whispered:

"My name is Zalak, and I'm a true Zandalari troll! Even though I have a Drakkari face.

My mother was a true Zandalari troll, a priest of Sand Della, the spider god.

My father is the envoy sent to Zandalar by Malak, the Frost King of the North. Unfortunately, their union was not out of appreciation or love, it was just a conspiracy against my father.

He failed to escape the web of conspiracy set by the silk dancer priests.

But my birth was an accident.

My mother was as vicious and ruthless as the gods she believed in. I was an orphan on the second day of my birth. Perhaps this is why I am so incompatible with the Zandalari trolls.

Even though I grew up here.

You're interested in Northrend, I don't doubt it. But unfortunately, I don't know more about that extremely cold place covered with snow all year round than you do. "

"Well, that means you're useless to me?"

The pirate grinned with a sinister smile. He stuck out his dagger and said to the troll with a complicated background:

"There's only one way left for you, poor fellow."

"You unbelievers, are you going to tell all the secrets honestly now? Or, should I show kindness now and send you to see your father?"

(end of this chapter)