Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 118 28. What kind of Akunda are you?

The fox people's actions are very efficient.

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

Just like Eudora, the leader of the fox tribe, she clearly still had doubts and wariness about Blake and his men, but after hearing Blake's promise to help, she immediately put aside her worries and let her tribe clear the caravan.

The fox people are a native race of the Wharton Desert. They are only distributed here. Their customs are very strange, just like the gypsies in Blake's memory.

Birth, growth, aging, death, happiness, sadness.

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

These caravans, which are well-made and strong, can withstand wind and sand, have large and stable wheels, and are pulled by alpacas, are their homes and destinations. They have no fixed place to live, and they follow the caravans around in the Wharton Desert throughout their lives. It is their heritage and culture.

There are not many fox people.

The meager supplies in the Wharton Desert cannot support too many fox-people. According to Eudora, although the fox-people have been inherited in Wharton for more than thousands of years, it is twice as long as the history of mankind.

However, the number of their tribe has never exceeded 400,000, and they are still scattered throughout this vast desert.

It's not like the fox people haven't tried to migrate to other places.

But Zandalari is only so big.

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

The fighting prowess of the fox people, let alone fight against the Zandalari trolls.

They can't even deal with the Zandalari exiles who have been exiled to this desert.

You can't go to Zuldazar, so if you want to move, you can only go to Nazmir Jungle.

But in the "good place" of Nazmir, the blood plague is rampant, and there are "hospitable" blood troll barbarians. The fox people would rather be extinct in the Walton Desert than move to that place.

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

This race has been destined to be trapped and die in the Wharton Desert since its birth, unless they can create a migratory fleet that can sail deep seas in one step without communicating with the outside world.

but.

This is completely impossible.

Under the cold night of the desert, nine caravans set off again. Pulled by the alpacas, this Indian-style convoy with green skins on the roofs staggered onto the road to Akun. The road to the temple.

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

More than thirty "Coyote Cavalry" headed by Red Blackhand were scattered around the convoy, serving as outposts and on guard.

Led by desert natives, the convoy moved very fast, speeding through the night along a road that only locals could distinguish in the vast desert.

Blake sat on the seat in front of the first caravan. Next to him was Eudora, who was wearing a hood, pulling the reins and steering the alpaca in the direction of running.

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

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

"So, what are you still hesitating about?"

The pirate said eloquently:

"Look, I just told you that if you fox people don't think of a way, in a few decades, I'm afraid you won't be able to sustain even 400,000 people.

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

If you continue to stay in the Great Desert of Wharton, there is only death waiting for you fox people. But beyond the sea, in places you have never been to and never imagined, there are countless fertile lands waiting for cultivators.

As long as you go there, go to any place, your number will be doubled in less than twenty years!

You didn't have a 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? "

Blake picked up his pipe, filled it with tobacco, and said to Eudora beside him:

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

Seriously!

Just find any crappy place outside, even the most barren Burning Plains or Cursed Land occupied by the orcs, would be much better than this vast desert. "

"But where's your boat?"

Eudora remained silent and didn't speak. In the end, she was really moved by what Blake said, but she gritted her teeth and said:

"You don't have a boat!

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

So you're 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 desert and live this hopeless life, it is better than being taken to the outside world and being inexplicably sent to die somewhere by our own people.

Or be sold into slavery.

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

First prove your ability to help us, instead of just relying on beautiful promises. The most untrustworthy thing in this desert is promises. "

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

Not only was Blake not angry, but he became more and more satisfied with Eudora, the young fox.

Look at this brain.

There is almost a hundred reds difference between the intelligence of Maimu, the smart one among the orcs, and hers.

"You'll see."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and touched his pocket up and down, looking for fire. Eudora took out a broken vial from the pocket on her waist and threw it to him.

The pirate held it in his hand, twisted the bottle open, shook it, and a ball of fire ignited at the mouth of the bottle.

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

"Fu"

Blake took a beautiful drag from his pipe and exhaled another puff of smoke. He looked at the canyon temple looming at the end of his sight in the distant night, illuminated by the excessively white moonlight.

He said to Eudora who was driving beside him:

"It won't be long before you see my ship. It will be the best, coolest, and most powerful ship in the world! And I think I might even get a gift from Zemran.

I don’t know where the old pirate’s fleet is hidden. Perhaps, I will harvest a lot of ships, and then I will generously give one to you fox people as an ‘ark’ for migration.

But Eudora.

At that time, whether you are willing or not, you will have to come with me. I will lack crew members with brains like yours under my command. I have a hunch. "

The pirate grinned and said:

"The goblin consortiums that roam the South China Sea will probably have opponents in the future."

Eudora didn't answer.

This smart and cunning fox-man just drove the car silently. As she said before, the creatures on this land were already very realistic under the wind and sand of the Wharton Desert.

They only trust their eyes and rarely trust their ears.

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The so-called "looking up the mountain and running to death" is the same principle in the desert.

Mingming had seen the Akunda Temple built on the slope of a canyon before, but the alpaca convoy had to run for two hours before approaching the canyon.

The alpacas pulling the cart were obviously a little tired, so they just had time to rest and replenish themselves at the Akunda Temple.

Eudora has said before that in the previous era, the order of the Wharton Desert was maintained by Akunda, the storm god, and Jibur, the tiger god, whom the trolls believed in.

The temple of the two Loa gods is also the most important gathering 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 wearing ragged clothes were gathering outside the temple, waiting for the priests to share some meager food and water.

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

In this world, only the trolls on Zandalari can straighten their backs.

The other trolls walked hunched over.

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

Of course, there are also rumors that this situation occurred because the Zandalari trolls were blessed by many Loa gods at the same time and over a long period of evolution.

As for the troll race, they usually feel short when they are hunched over, but once they really straighten their backs, these guys become astonishingly tall.

Several heads taller than an orc.

Blake's group stopped outside the Temple of Akunda, just like a gathering of short people. It felt too bad to have to raise their heads when talking to anyone.

This made Blake quickly lose interest in these trolls.

However, among these troll exiles who were shouting the name of Akunda and waiting for food distribution, there were indeed many fox-men mixed in.

Their situation is much better than these exile trolls.

Those foxmen were wearing Zandalari-style clergy robes, and they seemed to have converted to the priests of Akunda, the storm god.

Their furry faces looked quite sincere.

"Darrow!"

Eudora soon discovered several young fox-men who were missing in her tribe. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed the arm of one of the fox-men, and whispered:

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

"Huh? You are?"

The fox man named Darrow was startled by Eudora's question. He raised his head and looked at Eudora with a friendly face, but there was a blankness in his eyes that didn't seem to be fake.

He said:

"Hello, compatriot, are you also here to listen to Akunda's teachings? We welcome new brothers and sisters to join us. Come with me quickly, and I will take you to see the noble Akunda."

"???"

Eudora's eyes widened. She grabbed the fox man's wrist, pulled him in place, and asked:

"Darrow, you don't recognize me?"

"I have never met you, and my name is not Darrow."

The fox man explained softly:

“Every life that enters Akunda’s arms must abandon the past, whether it is happiness or sadness, whether it is name or identity, Akunda will give us a new beginning.

Therefore, He is also revered as the ‘God of New Life’. For us sincere believers, Akunda is our name, Akunda is everything to us, and Akunda is the best treasure this world has given us.

So we call ourselves ‘Akunda’.

Just like my new life, I gave myself a new name here, which means abandoning the past suffering and life. My compatriots, you can call me ‘Shrewd Akunda’. "

"you!"

Eudora was a little confused for a moment, and the matter was obviously beyond her understanding. She looked back at Black, and the pirate looked back at the old mage beside her.

The demilich stepped forward with interest, holding a pine stick. He looked at the fox-man in front of him with his rotten eyes.

A few seconds later, Merry Dongfeng whispered:

"It should be the effect of some kind of medicine. His mind has been disturbed, which may have caused 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 Zandalar 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 true cleric, he opened his arms enthusiastically and said to Blake and his group below who were obviously different from the locals:

"It seems that Akunda's fame has spread beyond the closed Zandalar Island. Outsiders, are you also here to see the great Akunda and listen to his teachings?

Come on, come forward!

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

The priest said to everyone enthusiastically:

"Come on, look into your own hearts and tell me, what Akunda are you?"

There was silence.

Even the orcs with the worst brains realized that the situation was a bit strange, so Red held his sword and asked Black with his eyes.

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

But Blake shook his head and stopped Red's move.

In full view of everyone, he stepped onto the stairs, opened his arms as well, and said to the enthusiastic priest:

"Hello, noble Akunda, my men and I are here to place the benevolent and powerful storm god Akunda. When we come here, we naturally have to abide by the rules here.

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

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