Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1409 42. Even though I didn't do anything, you still owe me a favor

Akunda's simple and honest character can easily win the favor of others. Such a powerful loa who basically doesn't play tricks is almost as perfect as a saint compared with the old Bwonsamdi.

Therefore, even though Akunda built his temple in the barren Wharton Desert, it already has a huge number of believers.

Not only in the Wharton Desert, many exiled trolls chose to join the Temple of Akunda for food and clothing, but even in the mountain temple of Zuldazar, the core area ruled by the Zandalari Troll Empire, there are people everywhere who praise Akunda up to fame.

Bo Laike likes to make friends with the thunder lizard Loa.

If it wasn't because he had a better choice, it would have been a good career plan to pass by Wharton when he was in trouble and choose to become a loa priest of Akunda.

Just like Old Ghani has a god-chosen profession like "Great Scavengers" under his command.

Akunda also has his own system of God's Choice, every Loa has God's Chosen, but not every Loa can treat his followers as sincerely as Old Gani and Akunda.

As far as Bu Laike's cognition is concerned, there are not many good things in the Loa God! Just look at the slick Bwonsamdi, that's the norm for the Loas.

These guys are either cunning or insidious, or they are wild beast loa doing things indiscriminately. It is very tiring to be their God's Chosen and believers.

But unfortunately, Akunda's career path is closer to the way of shamanism, which is not very suitable for Bu Laike's performance, and Akunda's own strength is only a powerful demigod.

This means that the end point of the occupation system it gives is at most just reaching the boundary of demigods. As a believer, it is impossible to be stronger than the loa itself.

Although for ordinary professionals, being able to become a demigod is already extremely lucky, but for stinky pirates with lofty aspirations, the limit of a mere weak demigod is obviously not enough.

But when encountering a fat sheep like Akunda, I would feel sorry for myself if I didn't squeeze it hard.

So Bu Laike made an agreement with Akunda again, and after the situation in the Wharton Desert stabilized, he invited Akunda to send his priests to Tol Barad.

While spreading the faith for Akunda over there, and at the same time giving Akunda's divine power to the shaman apprentices of Nasaras Academy, Bu Laike obviously hopes that there will be an "Akunda God Chosen" in the academy. "of.

But there is no need to tell Akunda about this small thought.

Fenna and Little Xingxing soon played with Akunda, and they urged the lizard god to take them out for a walk in the desert, Akunda hesitated.

It just had a full meal and doesn't really want to move.

Maiev, who was restless, took the Void Wardens to the ruins of Atu Aman. The warden lady was still worried. She wanted to see with her own eyes what was under the seals dug through by the snake people.

As for Bu Laike.

The smelly pirate is talking to an uninvited "guest" in the back room of the Akunda Temple.

Bo Laike walked into the dimly lit room and saw a hooded troll sitting behind a table with a strange furnace of incense.

The smell was very peculiar, and the incense did not disperse, as if being drawn by some force to form a smoky mirror in front of the troll.

He is performing some sort of ritual.

It looked like a godsend, but the pirate saw what this guy was doing at a glance.

"The prophet Velen of the Draenei sees the future not only because of his own talent, but also because he has an Atama crystal in his hand that can reveal fragments of the future.

That thing is called the Song of the Soul, and it's quite a magical thing.

I have also touched it, but unfortunately Song of Soul is not willing to show me those changeable futures, perhaps because that crystal knows that those futures are worthless in front of me.

Just like the future you are trying to see right now.

Worthless! "

Bu Laike walked forward very rudely, sat opposite to the mysterious old troll, and rudely stretched out his hand to disperse the smoky mirror gathered in front of his eyes.

He rested his chin on his hand, and looked at the old troll with his head up, the tired eyes under the hood, and his thick tusks decorated with gold rings.

And the vicissitudes of white hair falling out from the edge of the hood.

"Hello, Zul."

The smelly pirate grinned and said:

"After the long-distance confrontation in Pandaria, we finally met. I have always had a question in my heart, and I have always wanted to ask you in person.

Before I take Thor's heart, you have enough opportunity and time to complete the 'eternal promise' between the mogu and the Zandalari trolls, you should know that once you resurrect Thor, rely on him and his mogu The power of the empire, the Zandalari Golden Dynasty, which has been declining, is likely to rise.

Why didn't you do that? "

Faced with this question, the Dark Prophet Zul on the opposite side of the pirates was silent for a few seconds, and he said hoarsely:

"Yeah, why didn't I do that? Can you tell me why? My outstanding colleague, the Black Seer Bu Laike."

The old troll's voice was magnetic.

But it's not the kind of magnetism that makes people feel warm and yearning. On the contrary, the tone of Zul's voice is very similar to the hollow voice of a traditional villain.

It's like talking to Bo Laike here is only a body, not a real living soul.

This is probably because the troll in front of him has seen too many disasters and unchangeable fates in his life, so he has become silent and lonely.

But Dark Prophet Zul is indeed a big figure in the troll civilization.

He is not only the priest leader of the Zandalari trolls, but also the brother of King Rastakhan, the King of Gold, and a figure respected by troll clans all over the world.

Even the Northland Drakkari frost trolls who have always been barbaric and unwilling to obey civilization will send envoys to Zandalar to attend the troll meeting every six years.

Those barbarian trolls in the north did not respect the majesty of King Rastakhan, but they respected the prophecy of the dark prophet Zul.

Every word from Zul's mouth will cause turmoil in the troll civilization, and his eyes can even decide the fate of a troll clan thousands of miles away.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status of the Dark Prophet Zul in the troll civilization is equivalent to that of Alonsus Faol among humans, and Tyrande Windspeaker's status among the Kaldorei elves Same.

He was not the same as weak Velen.

Zul is a ruthless character who can calm down and kill decisively. Once he predicts that certain clans or individuals will threaten the existence of trolls, he will get rid of them without hesitation.

As far as Laike knows, there were at least seven troll clans that were wiped out due to Zul's prophecy hundreds of years ago.

Such a person is very dazed in front of the pirates, which is obviously abnormal.

Facing Zul's rhetorical question, Bo Laike played with his jade pipe, and he said with a long voice:

"Maybe it's because you saw the end of your adventure, and you expected that even if Thor was resurrected, he and his empire would collapse again under the counterattack of the pandaren and their allies.

After the death of Thor, you, as the leader of all this, will also usher in a terrible prison time for yourself.

You may have seen that future

You will be escorted to a certain city in the human kingdom as a prisoner, spend a long time in a dark cell and see more hopeless futures until you are tortured crazy.

Am i right?

my peers. "

"hehe."

Zul let out a low, short laugh, and said:

"The paragraph you predicted is not exactly the same as the future I saw in my dream, but it can only be said to be exactly the same. You can see through the future, and it is exactly the same as when I was young. I like to wantonly change my fate. omnipotent.

Unfortunately, my efforts failed.

And you did it.

Tell me, Bu Laike, is the future that I see already chaotic and chaotic is your handwriting? "

"yes."

The pirate nodded and asked:

"Will I offend you by disrupting the future so recklessly? Your Excellency Zuer."

"No, I'm relieved, in fact, I've never been happier as I watch the image of an otherwise cold and hopeless future crumble before my eyes."

Zuul's voice rose a few notches, and he straightened his back, took off his hood, and looked at Bo Laike with his weather-beaten eyes.

He said seriously:

"I can no longer predict the future, but there is no longer darkness in front of me, and I have found the meaning of persevering, which fills my heart with courage to reject the temptation from darkness.

I know that no news is the best news, no fate is the best fate.

From this point of view, not only me, but the entire Zandalari, and even the entire world should thank you, my friend whom I have never met.

And while they never appreciate something that never happened, for those of us who make a career out of seeing the future, you've done something no one else has done before. "

"I feel like you're flattering me, which makes me feel bad."

Bu Laike rolled his eyes and said to the troll prophet in front of him:

"You don't have to put yourself in such a low profile, Mr. Zuer, I know how powerful you are, so I won't let my guard down on you just because of a few pleasant compliments.

Were you peeking into the future just now?

Is it in the Vol'dun Desert, and the future of Zandalar as a whole? Tell me, what do you see in that smoke that makes you so downcast? "

"I see the decline of the Zandalari."

Zul didn't hide it either, he was very frank like Velen back then, and he said to Bo Laike:

"I saw the mighty Rezan fall into an insidious trap, I saw the monsters revived from Wharton destroy Dasa Luo Cheng's giant seal, and I saw countless blood plague trolls besieging the Golden City.

I have seen the dead rise to life under a blood moon, and I have seen my best brother and my greatest king, Rastakhan, dead on his throne.

I saw the end of the eternal glory of Zandalar.

That was the scariest scene I have ever seen, it deeply shocked me, an old troll, and made me unhappy, and made me unable to get out of the shadow of prophecy."

"And did you see who started all this?"

Bu Laike interrupted Zur's long and frightening description, and he asked directly:

"Who killed the royal family of Loalezan? Who forced the King of Gold to surrender to old Bwonsamdi? Who was secretly planning the destruction of Zandalar, and who sealed the world-destroying beast from the Titans release?"

The pirate's eyes were fixed on the old troll in front of him.

The latter hesitated for a long time. After a full two minutes of silence, Zuer lowered his head and sighed in the darkness.

He said:

"It's me...the future me that's consumed by despair and powerlessness.

Any prophet has the potential to become a destroyer. Unfortunately, I may go down that path in the future, but your arrival can save me.

It's amazing that an old prophet like me who predicted the future for a lifetime needs a human being who is not as old as my grandson to save me.

The most amazing thing is that my future has changed because of you without you doing anything. "

"That's right!"

Bu Laike clapped his hands, and with a smile on his face, he said to Zul:

"Such candor is the basis for the cooperation of the two prophets.

You said it yourself, although I haven't done anything yet, I have rescued you from your miserable fate, so you owe me a huge favor.

Remember to return it.

And since you have already revealed the biggest secret in your heart, I won't hide it anymore. But before we get down to business, let's make another thing clear, my dear dark prophet. "

The pirate knocked on the table and said to Zul:

"You sent me a message through Vol'jin, you didn't interfere with my acquisition of Thor's Heart, and you didn't take the opportunity to cause trouble in Pandaria.

You take this as a condition and ask me not to interfere with your help in Northrend to help Drakalai resist the natural disaster of death and save those loa who are threatened.

Apparently, you've also seen from the future prophecy the deadly conquest of the Frost Trolls of Zul'drak by the swordmen of Frostmourne.

But as far as I know, the salvation of your priests in the Northland is not going well, and the rural Loa there are not willing to leave their hometown.

I know that in order to preserve the strength of the troll civilization in the upcoming demon war, you will continue to use various means to persuade those demigods and Drakkari trolls to return to the South Sea.

But that's not what I want to see.

Your saving the loa means the Scourge's power will be weakened, which seems to me to do more harm than good.

Let's make a deal. "

Bo Laike held up a finger, waved it in front of Zul, and said:

"You let those stubborn barbarians and their gods suffer in the North, stop trying to save their fate, and I will help you save Zandalar from the threat of G'huun.

Trouble abounds for the Golden Dynasty.

You and the King of Gold have much more to do than care for your savage brethren on another continent.

As far as I know, the city of Zul'Gurub in Stranglethorn Vale was breached by the Stormwind Kingdom not long ago, and there are many scattered troll clans that can be gathered by you.

For the same reason, there are also the Sandfury trolls in Kalimdor, the Xiezhi trolls in the northern border of the eastern continent, etc. They are all allies that the Zandalari trolls can win. "

"You want me to give up the frost troll?"

Zuer's tone became low, and he said:

"You're asking me to abdicate my duty as a troll prophet, to turn a blind eye to those who are about to perish! You're asking me to watch them die.

What a terrible request"

"That's not all."

The pirate grinned and said:

"I also heard that the Wannianbao Curry of the Golden Dynasty piled up too many treasures, which led to the birth of a very strange 'golden element' due to the influence of voodoo.

It's called Fengling.

It is a rare symbol of wealth in the world that cannot protect treasures, but can breed more treasures over time. Whoever owns it will have an inexhaustible treasure.

I want it!

I want the King of Gold to give me his precious Feng Ling, which is regarded as a symbol of wealth, and I want to send that symbol of wealth to my secret treasure, Curry.

I know that King Rastakhan will not give away his royal treasure so easily, so, Your Excellency Zuul, you must be my lobbyist to convince your great brother and king. "

This increasingly rude request made Zuul raise his eyebrows.

The Dark Prophet seemed to want to get angry, but he suppressed his anger and asked:

"You have made such an exorbitant request. I think you can give us a lot of rewards. Tell us the benefits you can bring to us, black-clothed prophet."

Bu Laike nodded, and he said briefly:

"I cannot allow N'Zoth to successfully release G'huun from the Uldir seal, which means I will lose control of the entire situation in the South China Sea.

That's not in my interest.

So, we have to get rid of G'huun's troubles before it spreads, and I mean, get rid of the shadows that have accompanied it since the birth of the Zandalari Dynasty once and for all.

I do take much from you, dark prophets.

But I have also been generous in return for you.

I will help you solve all your worries, and give you a Zandalari Dynasty that can lead the troll civilization to rise again without any pressure!

In my opinion, the troll empire led by the Zandalari trolls will finally return to the center stage of this world, and I have seen that future.

From this point of view, I don't think I want much.

What I take away is your past, but what I will give you is the future. As we all know, the future is priceless! "

In the darkness, the pirate lowered his head to light his pipe, and when he looked up he gave Zul a sincere smile and said:

"So, think about it."

(end of this chapter)