Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The night passed in such a busy manner, and by the time dawn arrived in the desert, the ruined towns around the Akunda Temple had been looted by pirates.

When several surrounding fox tribes drove caravans to the temple in the dawn sunshine, they saw a large number of various items piled in the square of the temple.

There were still shirtless green-skinned orcs around, picking up more heavy objects and continuing to pile them on top.

The orc warlock Evil Eye guest-starred as the "treasure appraiser".

In fact, his knowledge is not necessarily higher than that of other orcs, but as a warlock, he is always more sensitive to magic items.

Moreover, he was specifically told by the captain to keep only those treasures that were of high value and easy to carry. Those that were slightly heavier would be abandoned.

"Little foxes, come here, come here, I have something to say to you."

Seeing the fox leaders of several different tribes gathering together, they were hesitant to get to the platform. They were probably frightened by the fierce orcs who were heavily armed and guarding the treasure.

Blake, who was smoking his pipe, waved to them, and Eudora stepped forward to act as a communication bridge, so the fox leaders came over with relief.

The fox people are not a matriarchal clan, and both men and women may become leaders.

But these leaders are all much older than Eudora.

Well, these timid natives who are helpless in the Wharton Desert and have never been able to develop are actually damn immortal species.

According to Eudora, under normal circumstances, fox people can live to be two hundred years old.

Based on this calculation, in the entire world of Azeroth, the human race is basically a short-lived species, and other races can only survive for two to three hundred years, which is really frustrating.

But there are benefits.

What they have accumulated over a long life is a steady enough wisdom, the kind of wisdom that allows them to understand the situation at hand without Blake's need to exaggerate it.

Therefore, when they walked in front of the pirate captain, several fox leaders bowed down and saluted at the same time. Their attitudes were very respectful, probably because they regarded Black as a fierce character similar to the leader of a desert gang.

But no.

Black is much worse than those little bandits who hunker down in the desert and dominate.

"The envoy sent by my quartermaster should have told you my needs."

Blake was smoking his pipe and without talking nonsense, he pointed directly at the things piled up in the square of the main hall beside him and said:

"I want all the caravans and coyote mounts in your tribe to use those things to pay the bill. How you divide it is up to you to discuss. I will not participate.

I will take away all the troll exiles near the Temple of Akunda.

Therefore, this temple will be under your control from now on.

Is there a problem? "

Facing his question, several hooded fox-man leaders looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the oldest fox-man spoke:

"Mr. Black, we are willing to give our caravans and hyenas, and we are also willing to receive this temple and transform it into the largest market town in the Vodun Desert.

But we have a small request. "

The elder fox man secretly looked at Blake's expression and said:

"The Temple of Akunda is very close to the ruins of Atu Aman. There is a group of vicious desert gangs entrenched there. If we take over the temple, they will definitely know that something happened to the god Akunda.

They will definitely come to rob us, why not invite you and your warriors?"

The pirates could feel the vulpera's struggle.

The race of little fox people is really weak in terms of force. This is determined by their innate quality. They cannot compare with the martial virtues of these Zandalari trolls.

As for the Zandalar trolls with straight backs, they are almost the tallest in Azeroth in terms of height alone, so only the tauren who have not yet appeared can compare with them.

Also blessed by the belief in gods and the regenerative ability of the race, he is not afraid of being injured when fighting, and he is extremely ferocious.

An adult vixen is not even as tall as the waist of a Zandalari troll, and unlike the dwarves, although they are short, they are all muscled.

Once the Zandalari desert gangsters gathered near the temple really attacked, the vixen really couldn't stop them.

"It doesn't matter, Akunda's shameful Loa will wake up soon."

Black waved his hand to give these fox-men a reassurance. Then he rolled his eyes and pushed up his blindfold. He rubbed his chin and said to several fox-men leaders:

"In addition, I am going to the Fenghua Oasis, and the ruins of Atu Aman are just blocking my way. Today, my warriors will spend a day cleaning up there.

But we are not familiar with the local terrain.”

“We can provide a guide!”

The elder fox man rolled his eyes, immediately pricked up his ears, and said to the pirate:

"We can also provide healing potions and food. We live nearby and are familiar with the ruins. Although our people cannot fight, we can help in the rear."

"Then it's settled."

The pirate grinned, leaving his quartermaster Eudora to talk to the fox leaders about the next thing, and then called the two Blackhand brothers who were drinking.

Instructing them to prepare for fighting and capturing prisoners, the bellicose orcs responded immediately and soon began sharpening their knives.

"Captain, this is your share."

The orc warlock Evil Eye sneakily stepped forward and handed two filled magic bags to Blake. He said:

"There are not many magic items in this place, but they are all very ancient crafts. If you take them back to the eastern continent and sell them to knowledgeable collectors, you can get a lot of money."

Blake nodded, tied the two bags back to his waist, and crossed his fingers.

Xie Yan handed over two small packages of treasure with a wink.

The pirate carried these two bags, glanced at the rising sun, and walked into the silent Akunda Temple. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he saw Meri Dongfeng feeding the big lizard something hot. Bubbly purple potion.

A foul stench echoed through the temple.

The legendary assassin Garona was leaning against the pillars of the temple, playing with a troll-style throwing knife in her hand, watching the scene in front of her with interest.

"Now, your share."

Blake casually threw a bag of treasure to Garona, and the assassin was not polite. He took it and threw it into his magic bag without looking at it.

When her strength reached her level, she no longer had much need for things like money.

She is a shadowwalker and really needs money. She can just go to the royal treasury of any country and she will have everything.

At this point in Azeroth, there may be many people who can defeat Garona.

But the number of people who can find her in the shadows can be counted on one hand.

"Master, when will Akunda wake up?"

Blake waited until Merry Dongfeng picked up the empty potion bottle and then asked in a low voice. The demilich shook his head and reached out to touch Akunda's thick scales that no longer pulsed with lightning.

He said:

"That strange poison is not only affecting its demigod body, but also interfering with its beast mind, and may be arousing the dark side in its heart.

I can weaken poison, but I'm not a priest or a warlock, and I don't have the ability to touch souls. "

"I am!"

The pirate's eyes lit up and he stepped forward with confidence.

Holding the Skull of Gul'dan in his left hand, he flicked the shadow magic to gather with his right hand, and threw the only warlock magic fear technique he currently had at Akunda's huge body.

The old mage did not interfere with this process.

He saw that Blake's technique was so bad that his magic model was full of errors in details. It should have been very weak, but with the increase of magic power from the Skull of Gul'dan, the fear spell that reached an exaggerated level disappeared in the Lizard God's hand. Physically.

Akunda's huge body shook, and an arc of electricity flashed across his body, but he still didn't wake up.

"A few more."

The old mage leaned on a pine stick and said:

"Don't be afraid, it is very weak and will not attack you immediately even if it wakes up.

In addition, pay attention to the movements when casting spells and the construction of the mana model. At your level, in Dalaran, your instructor will be kicked out of the mage tower and moved to the sewers to survive. "

"good."

The pirate was suddenly embarrassed.

The second time I cast the spell, it was much slower. I paid more attention to the details. After that, I cast the spell three times in a row, but Merry Dongfeng found all kinds of faults.

But the result is good.

When the fifth enhanced fear spell was thrown into Akunda's body, the lizard god finally woke up from the weakness of his soul.

"Ouch!"

It raised its head and let out a weird howl, as if it was having a nightmare, causing arcs on its body to spread outward like clusters of explosions.

A terrifying electrostatic field formed in an instant.

Blake could feel his newly grown hair standing on end, and his whole body was enveloped by a blue electric grid.

Don't even dare to move.

He was afraid of attracting an attack from Akunda who had just woken up and was still not clear in his mind.

This thing is a real loa.

The demigod derived from the life force is much higher than the legendary power. If he really gets angry, even if Garona and Merry Winterwind are here, Black may not be able to escape.

Simply speaking from a power perspective, Akunda is already the most powerful creature Blake has encountered since his rebirth.

Well, Deathwing doesn't count.

That guy cannot be summarized by a normal power system.

It is alien in every way.

"Ah, brave little creatures, you saved me."

Akunda quickly recovered from the awakening stress reaction. It shook its head like a giant dragon and immediately withdrew its thunder power, making the temple quiet.

Outside the temple, those Zandalari exiles who had been poisoned for a long time and whose minds were still unclear fell to their knees in an instant after witnessing Akunda's divine power.

The foxes who came to take over the temple were also trembling, praising the greatness and power of Akunda just like the exiles.

But the big lizard obviously didn't want to pay attention to them.

With some difficulty, it used its weak limbs to prop up its body and swayed its tail, like walking on a hill.

Then he looked at the three creatures in front of him with those pure white eyes wrapped with electric arcs. Although it was unconscious before, it seemed to be aware of what was happening around it.

He said angrily to the three people in front of him:

"Wise Akunda, villain Akunda, and lockpicker Akunda, thank you for your heroic help, which allowed me to escape that terrible fate.

The web of Shadra's conspiracy has already covered me. Jibre's warning was right. I was too dull to notice the darkness creeping towards me.

Ah, even the usually peaceful Vodun Desert is being dragged into the political struggle of the Zanchuli Council.

The shameless plots of those Zandalari trolls make me angry.

After I fall, they may extend their claws to Jibur, who is full of courage and justice. Perhaps, I should leave the temple and go to Zuldazar with Jibul to report this matter to the powerful Lezan.

But before that, as Akunda, I must give you my gratitude and praise. "

The big lizard was shaking its head and talking, and it seemed to be a little slurred. Of course, it might be that the big lizard talked like this. However, it still tried hard to maintain its majesty as a Loa and said to the three people in front of it:

"Tell me, little ones, what you want from Akunda. Don't be shy."

The three of them looked at each other.

The old mage was the first to speak. He bowed to Akunda and said:

"As a spellcaster, I am very concerned about the dark power on Zandalar. I need answers in history."

Garona was the second to speak. She said to Akunda:

"I am a shadowwalker, I pursue the way of shadows, and I long to know the secrets of shadows."

Blake was the last to speak.

Compared with the frivolous things like wisdom and power that the first two people pursue, what the pirates want is very pure and direct.

He raised his head and said to Akunda:

"I am being chased by the servants of a mad woman who is worse than old Bwonsamdi. I am ready to fight to the death with the servants of that evil man.

I need you to help me, Akunda.

I need you to use your storm and thunder to crush that bastard when necessary! "