Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 151

Bu Laike's forces under his command are still weak now.

Counting the black-toothed orcs and the cannon fodder of the Zandalari exiles who have surrendered to the pirate captain, the number of his subordinates is no more than six hundred.

With such a little power, even with the help of a legendary assassin like Garona, even with a secret weapon in hand, to plunder the Faithless Snakeman Empire that dominates the northern border of the Great Desert would be an act of death.

Therefore, the cunning and vicious Bu Laike turned his target to another group of snake people.

At midnight, it was the quietest time in the Wharton Desert.

In fact, it is also the busiest time.

Many nocturnal creatures will quietly fill every part of the desert at this time, and the Akunda Temple, which has been taken over by several large tribes of fox people, is very lively.

A large number of foxes gathered here.

They sang and danced around the bonfire, and offered tribute to the recovering loa god Akunda. The thunder lizard did not dislike these noisy little creatures.

Because the tribute they made was more in line with Akunda's taste than those made by those troll exiles.

It's getting more and more lively here.

If this continues, the Akunda Temple will probably become the main city of the Wharton fox people.

However, in another place hundreds of kilometers away from here, in the Temple of the Devout near the southwest coast of the Great Desert, the snake people of the Devout have a gloomy atmosphere.

During the day, the Faithless Snakemen attacked again.

Those bastards who had betrayed their faith, armed with more sophisticated weapons, rushed from all directions to the temple built on the edge of the sea cliff.

Their numbers occupy an absolute advantage, and the fierce battle lasted for half a day.

The Devout Snakemen, led by the Prophet Warwick, drove the invaders out of the temple, but these brave god warriors suffered heavy losses themselves.

Snake people are extremely resilient, but such high-intensity battles happen several times a month.

In these years, the number of pious people has been reduced by one-third due to the continuous attacks of the unbelievers, snake people, and there have even been defections.

They firmly believe in the mysterious mistress, but faith cannot be eaten, let alone used as a weapon.

If there is no more hope, at most ten years later, the pious will be unsustainable.

"Ugh"

In the ancient temple full of battle marks and the third floor has collapsed, the Prophet Warwick, holding a gem snake staff, stood alone in the secret room on the second floor.

This old and wise snake man flicked his long, green, nested tail like a rattlesnake, making a rustling sound.

It is a standard snake man.

It has beautiful skin covered with emerald green scales, lizard-like recurved and slender legs, a thin and short body, and thin arms and claws.

There are still some people who look like people.

But upwards from the neck, it is a completely different posture.

It has a long neck like a cobra, and the length of the neck and head alone is about the same as the length of the lower body.

It also has a standard snake-like face, and when it speaks, it always spits out scarlet snake letters. On the horny skin on both sides of the ear pinna, there are also symmetrical blue lines, like special organs hidden under the scales.

With each breath, the lines light up, bursting with light like arcing lightning.

This represents Warwick's identity.

It is a one-man snake-man prophet.

Serving the loa god Saitaris, he has gained more power than his companions. It has the blessing of the bloodline from the mysterious mistress and can use the power of lightning.

There are also sapphires produced in the Wodun Desert on the worn robes on its body. These gems and fragments have the effect of gathering lightning and are sacred objects of the snake people.

"Setaris, dear god, we firmly believe that one day you will return to us, lead us, and bless your believers with glory."

The old snake man knelt down on the ground and prayed softly to the things in front of him.

Its sound is very characteristic.

It is very similar to the tone of snakes when swallowing snake letters. Although they are not evil, this tone is always reminiscent of a series of dangerous things such as poisonous snakes and venom.

Coupled with the fact that the snake people don't look like good people at first glance, it makes it difficult for the snake people to form alliances with other races.

But it's not their fault either.

That's what their creators were supposed to look like.

"In the verdant depths of the dense jungle, this place belongs to the mysterious mistress. She is gentle and exuberant, full of vitality. Her will is as strong as steel, but her heart has no grudges. She is tolerant of all things and enlightened in reason.

Believers are always led by inspiration.

Over the years, what she sees is only for you and me, seeking...huh? "

The Old Snake Man Prophet recited the psalm in praise of Setaris.

But before it finished reading, its sharp snake-like eyes opened suddenly, and blue arcs danced in the lightning lindens on its body.

"Enemy attack!"

The old prophet's hoarse shout sounded from the second floor of the temple, and immediately the snake warriors guarding around the temple took up their thunder and lightning sabers and let out hissing battle roars, rushing from everywhere .

Thanks to the year-to-year invasion and attack of the unbelievers, the snake people who survived in the Temple of the Devout are true elites in all battles!

Even those seriously injured snake people struggled to get up.

Their inner beliefs make them fearless.

Even if he died here, he would still be sacrificed for the mysterious mistress, and his soul would surely return to the evergreen and peaceful holy land.

"They found it!"

A deep and rough shout came from the other side of the sea cliff. In front of the deliberately narrow and difficult step road, Red Blackhand, who was holding a saber, yelled:

"No need to hide! Rush! Rush with me! Defeat these snakemen! Lok'tar ogar!!!"

With a kind of ecstasy in battle, Reid, the reckless man, rushed out of the hiding place first with a knife in his hand, and a group of howling black-toothed orcs behind him also charged with his chief.

The cannon fodder of the Zandalari exiles hiding behind was also noisy.

There was no organization and coordination at all. After seeing the orcs rushing forward like a rainbow, they also rushed forward howling.

They are just as cowardly as thieves are when they join the army to fight. At first glance, they are not serious elite troops. To say that they are wandering soldiers and scattered bravery is to praise them.

Bo Laike, who watched this scene in the shadows, covered his eyes in despair.

He cursed:

"How could such a fool appear in my pirate group! If it weren't for the fact that there is no way to code, Reid can't be kept! He has led my men astray!

Do whatever you want, fight first!

When he returned to the Eastern Continent, he was driven to Heishi Mountain to become the local tyrant. "

Hearing this, the two levitating troll ghosts behind him covered their mouths and laughed, but when Bu Laike glanced back, the two ghosts immediately floated forward and carried out reconnaissance tactics.

Bu Laike himself hid in the shadows, holding a short sword and dagger, throwing a hook and lock, and buckled it on the edge of the temple.

Like Tarzan, after the Orcs caught the Snakeman's attention from the front, he himself quietly landed in the temple from behind.

The battle ahead is extremely fierce.

The first wave of orcs who followed Red rushed and beat, just set foot on the square of the Temple of the Pious, when they were shot to the ground by a wave of poisonous arrows from snakemen.

There are also snake-man assassins who hide on the edge, and when the group of reckless men rush over, they use slender darts to attack the orcs and troll cannon fodder.

The snake man's blowgun, this thing is almost a horror legend in Wharton.

The venom on the blow darts is all extracted from the snake people's own venom, which can not only paralyze the prey, but also kill the prey within a minute after stabbing the prey.

This kind of silent blowing arrows is so powerful in this desert that there is even a special term to describe them.

It's called "The Thorn of Sethralis".

This thing has also been used by fox people and exiles to warn and scare their children, saying that if you don't obey, the snake people will stab you with the thorn of Setaris.

Well, this intimidation effect is extremely obvious.

Just like the scene described in an ancient snake-man poem circulated in the great desert: "I don't know respect, show anger, know resentment, the wind of Voldun will come with the thorn of Sethralis!"

Anyway, this thing is about to develop into a kind of foul language that curses other people to die. As long as you swear at people, you are willing to let the snake people take you away.

But the Devout Snakes soon realized something was wrong.

The intruders in front of us are not blind, they have tactics!

The first batch of orcs who were overwhelmed by the stinger took out strange gold coins from their chests or pockets and held them in their hands.

As the cold wind howled, those guys who should have been paralyzed to death stood up one by one as if nothing had happened, and some sharp-eyed snake people found that under the moonlight, these guys seemed to have lost their flesh and blood Same.

When they run in the moonlight, they all turn into a skeleton without flesh and blood.

So are the orcs.

So are the troll exiles!

These bastards are not afraid of death at all. With the cursed gold coins in hand, the poison of the snake man can't kill them at all, or even hurt them.

"I love this stuff! The captain always finds something good!"

Reid shouted and swung his saber, he slashed down, not caring that the halberd of the snake man in front of him pierced his chest, he just chopped down the snake man from his shoulder to the ground with a grinning grin.

Others followed suit.

It's like a replica of the undead brawl with the Kvaldir Legion on the waters of Treasure Island.

But the difference is that this time their enemies are not undead.

Relying on the assistance of this undead force, the undead pirates under Bu Laike showed their madness, and in less than ten minutes, they turned the elite snake people head-on.

A dozen or so unlucky ghosts were smashed into black smoky skeletons by the lightning summoned by the snake-man priest, but recovered after a few minutes, and once again joined the battle with roars.

There is no way to fight at all!

Under the leadership of several snake-man warlords, the remaining snake-men planned to retreat into the temple to guard, and the priests summoned lightning to drown the group of undead monsters.

But when they retreated into the temple, something even more desperate happened.

their leader.

The powerful and wise snake-man prophet Warwick, being left and right by Garona and Bu Laike, with a weapon on his neck, walked down from the second floor of the temple.

The old prophet's body was full of wounds, and most of the scales on his body were peeled off, as if he had been tortured, which made the snake people very angry.

Bo Laike was a little embarrassed.

The snake man old prophet's injury was caused when he tried to kill the feast just now. Fortunately, the snake man's vitality is strong, and Garona saw that the situation was not going well, so she stopped Bu Laike's offensive with her double blades.

Otherwise, if they stopped all of a sudden just now, these elite snake men would have to find a way to sew up the bones of their prophets and bury them.

"Let your people lay down their arms, Prophet of Warwick."

Bu Laike said in the old snake man's ear in a very non-standard snake man language:

"We didn't come here to kill you, we just came to talk about a cooperation. Don't say no, I know what's buried under the ruins of Atu Aman.

You know it too, you know it better than anyone.

Believe me, I'm here to help you believers who are at the end of the road.

You can even think of me as the envoy sent by your mysterious mistress Setaris to save you. Although I look different from you, trust me.

My heart will always be with the devout snake people."

(end of this chapter)