Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Akunda is a very honest Loa.

It has a simplicity commensurate with its size, and believes that since the three outsiders saved it, it must repay it, but this does not mean that Akunda is stupid.

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

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

After a few minutes, all three requests were granted.

The old mage was left in the temple, while helping Akunda continue to remove toxins, while listening to the ancient Loa telling ancient stories, about the legend of Volton, about Nazmir's dark past, and so on.

Garona received a scale from Akunda.

The God of Rebirth told her that here in Akunda, she would not get the secrets of the shadows she wanted.

But Akunda also had friends.

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

She could learn the secrets of the Shadows and the Voiceless Ones from Loa, the bat that lived in Nazmir.

what blake got

It's a bit more peculiar.

"This Akunda, I didn't realize that with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is also a guy who deceives good and fears evil!"

The pirate was now sitting in the vulture's caravan, grabbing something in his hand, and complained to Garona next to him with dissatisfaction:

"I understand that it is weak and cannot fight with all its strength, but at least it can go to the coast and give me a show? In the end, it gave me its horn and said it could attract the power of storm and thunder."

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

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

"While you are saying that Akunda is not sincere, you have that hateful smile on your face. You are obviously very satisfied, but you insist on pretending that you have suffered a big loss."

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

Blake grinned.

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

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

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

Akunda's favorite horn

Excellent quality

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

There was no attribute entry. Like the Tide Spell, it only came with one special effect, but no magic level was indicated, which made Blake feel a little guilty.

However, Akunda solemnly handed the horn to him, which may mean that the big lizard recognized the power of the horn.

As for Akunda not being able to participate in the war.

Just as Blake said, seeing the honest and honest God of Storms now in a weak and poisoned state, forcing him to participate in the war will only destroy the goodwill and friendship that was finally established with the God of Loa.

What's more, Akunda gave him more than just a horn.

The pirate glanced at the character card again:

Status: Mortal body. Briefly. Mark of rebirth

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

It’s not a loss anymore.

"When do you plan to go to Nazmir to find Sirik?"

The pirate put away his horn and looked back at Garona, who rubbed the scales with a weak electric arc in her hand and said:

"Wait until your business is over, when you 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:

“But that guy has a bit of a weird personality, and there is no fixed temple, so 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 at Blake suspiciously, who shrugged and said:

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

Of course, if you can help my stupid men to deal with the troll gangs in the ruins of Atuaman, I will be more than happy to help you.

Those guys are not difficult for you, so just think of them as a exercise to prevent your body from getting rusty, okay? "

"I knew it."

The legendary assassin had become friends with Black for more than a day or two. When he heard the pirate's roundabout request, he just grinned and showed a true expression.

But there was no refusal.

She disappeared into the shadows, left the caravan, and followed the orc marauders who were already riding hyena mounts and headed towards the ruins of Atuaman not far away under the leadership of the foxman guide.

Some troll exiles who were forced to join the battle also had their hands tied with ropes and participated in the battle as cannon fodder.

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

At this moment, Blake was using them as cannon fodder, and the simple Akunda did not come forward to stop them. He just pretended that he was weak and recovering from his injuries. If he didn't see it, he would pretend it never happened.

After Garona left, Black continued to stay in the caravan. The warlock Evil Eye soon brought the noble Akunda, who was exhausted after being tortured all night, to the caravan.

"Follow Blackhand and the others."

Blake said to the Evil Eye:

"When they slaughter those disobedient gang members, fill up all the soul stones in your body. When we get to the coast, there is a battle to be fought, and I need you to summon demons to help.

By the way, help me get some casting materials.

Remember, don’t let those idiots dig randomly in the ruins of Atu Aman. There is something underneath. If they are dug out, don’t expect anyone to save you. "

"Okay, Captain!"

Xie Yan chuckled, rubbed his hands, kicked the troll priest at his feet, and then strode away.

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

"Quack gua gua"

The little fish-man who was sleeping soundly in the skin of Black's belt will wake up now.

I really pity this little thing.

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

But even so, this little fishman has also entered a state similar to "hibernation". He only wakes up once a day and needs to drink a lot of water to keep his scales moist.

"Drink, drink, you little fool."

The pirate took a wooden basin from the side and poured the water from the water bag into it. He also threw the sleepy little fishman into it and watched it lying in the water and blowing bubbles.

In front of Black's eyes, the tortured Loa priest, covered in blood, was already in despair.

The pirate trimmed his nails with a priest's knife and looked at the weak troll, his eyes narrowed as if he was thinking about how to deal with this guy.

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

This noble Akunda is very good at plotting.

During this year, he has been using poisoning in food and water to control the priests in the temple and the desert exiles who came around.

He is careful and cautious.

Just like the way he treated Akunda, the god he served.

He only puts a little bit of poison in his food that confuses his mind at a time. After years of accumulation, he will eventually gain the power of a group of his own followers to protect him.

If it weren't for Blake, the unexpected troublemaker.

Considering the situation and situation in the Wharton Desert, as long as the noble Akunda can endure it, he will be able to achieve his goal in a few years at most.

There are few other things in this desert, but these helpless exiles are numerous in number.

The best part is that as long as the Zandalar Empire's rule does not collapse, these exiles will be joined by new ones every year.

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

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

At that time, he might be able to counterattack back to Zuldazar.

He did not seek to overthrow the Golden Empire, but as long as he could occupy a material-rich marginal area, he could return to the Zandalari Empire in an upright manner.

He can also become a high-ranking person and teach those bastards who exiled him a good lesson!

But now, all the beautiful dreams have ended in this rather desolate night tonight. In addition to the destruction of the beautiful dreams, he has also fallen into the hands of a group of stinky pirates. The fate waiting for him is currently unknown.

But when I think about it with my heels in mind, I know that my future is already bleak.

"Snapped"

The blood-stained mask on his face was taken off by Black, revealing this guy's true face, but surprisingly, the face under the mask was not that of a Zandalari troll.

"Are you actually a frost troll?"

Blake's eyes widened when he saw the face with thick mane under this guy's mask.

He took another look at the robe on the noble 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, no wonder this guy is so secretive.

"What clan are you from?"

The pirate looked at those weak eyes and asked:

"Dakkari? Frost temples? Or ice axe? Did you come to Zandalari from the continent of Northrend?

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

Is it because of this that you appear on the other side of the world from your hometown? But how do you keep your back straight? Do you work out hard every day? "

The noble Akunda gritted his teeth and said nothing.

But it could be seen from his expression that he was filled with surprise and fear at Black's discovery of his secret and this human pirate's understanding of troll customs.

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

Black took out the Thrash Blade from his waist and rubbed it on his fingertips. The blade vibrated lightly. The pirate lowered his head and looked at the stubborn troll.

He said softly:

"As you learned last night, in addition to being a pirate, I am also a warlock. There are many ways for me to know your secrets, Frost Troll.

So you'd better speak while you can still speak.

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

The frost troll's expression changed.

He looked at Black suspiciously. After a few seconds, the frost troll whispered:

"My name is Zarak, and I'm a true Zandalar troll! Even though I have the face of the Drakkari.

My mother was a pure Zandalar troll and a priest of Shadra, the spider god.

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

He failed to escape the web of intrigue set by the Silk Dancer priests.

But my birth was an accident.

My mother was as ruthless as the gods she believed in. I was orphaned the day after I was born. Perhaps this is why I am so incompatible with the Zandalari trolls.

Even though I grew up here.

You are interested in Northrend, I have no doubt. 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 are of no use to me?"

The pirate grinned a sinister smile, stretched out his dagger, and said to the complicated troll in front of him:

"Then there's only one way left for you, poor guy."

"You unbelieving person, do you want to tell all the secrets honestly now? Or should I send you to see your father out of kindness?"