Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Where did the poison you poisoned Akunda come from?"

In the foxman's caravan, the interrogation continued.

The noble Akunda, who has a complicated life experience, has given up resistance now. Judging from what he knows about the fate of those who failed to assassinate Loa God, he is basically dead.

Even if the simple and honest Akunda does not take his life, not every sincere believer of the Storm God is as kind as Loa.

Once those powerful guys in Zuldazar know what he has done, they will never let him go.

He would die miserably at the hands of the fierce soldiers of the Golden Empire.

The human pirate in front of him was his only chance to survive.

Therefore, faced with Blake's question, Zarak told the truth without much resistance.

After being beaten up all night, the miserable guy sat up with difficulty and whispered to the pirate:

"That is the poison of the gods from Shadra, which I bought from the priests. Shadra is originally a silk dancer, the god of conspiracy, and its believers are also a group of people who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos. of goods.

Seven out of ten crimes in Zuldazar involve them.

They generously sold it to me without even asking me what I needed the venom for.

After learning about my actions, they didn't even ask for money. Every once in a while, they would take the initiative to send new venom to Wharton. They were very much looking forward to my success in killing Akunda.

But they gave me very little each time, and I didn't have any more Shadra venom in my hands. "

"Why are you targeting Akunda?"

Blake played with the dagger and asked again:

"Akunda is a powerful divine Loa. Even if everything goes well for you, it will take many years to kill it.

If I were you, I would target the weak Loa first.

Do you know that outside of Zandalar, there are many Loa gods for you to choose from? For example, in your father's hometown, there are no fewer Loa gods there than Zandalar.

Moreover, the blood of the frost trolls flows with the blood of crime and darkness. Compared with the Zandalari trolls' respect for the Loa god, the Drakkari troll kingdom in Northrend is naked to the Loa gods. utilization.

Didn't your father tell you?

Ah, I forgot, he died before you were born.

Of course you don't know how violent, brutal and bloodthirsty a tribe your father comes from, but that's not the point. "

The pirate paused and asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know how to capture Loa's divine power?"

"I don't know much."

When Zarak heard this question, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the pirate.

When he saw Blake's sharp eyes, he understood that the human in front of him had the same dark thoughts in his heart. This made the noble Akunda grin.

he knows.

I can survive.

Then he said to Blake in a very candid tone:

"The priests of Shadra only told me how to weaken Loa. They promised that once Akunda becomes extremely weak, they will teach me how to extract divine power.

But I don't trust those guys at all. They just treat me as an abandoned child.

Once I get Akunda into extreme weakness, they come to pick peaches, and I don't let them get their way. I control the dosage very carefully.

Let Akunda weaken slowly and prolong this time, so that he can have the capital to bargain with the silk dancer priests. "

"That's a shame. You're not as valuable as I thought."

Blake was a little disappointed. He glanced at Zarak and said:

"You can't stay here anymore. From now on, you should focus on being a pirate. Your dark wisdom may be of some use to me. Go and find the Evil Eye, he will arrange a new job for you.

Good job, new guy. "

"Captain, although I can't provide you with a way to extract Loa's divine power, I can find you a very powerful crew!"

Zarak stood up with difficulty. He wiped the blood from his face, touched the broken fangs with some regret, and looked around. His face showed a standard expression of a young boy.

He rubbed his hands and said to Blake:

"Most of the Vol'ton Desert is a group of idiots who have been tortured and gone crazy. Their existence is meaningless. No one pays attention to them whether they are dead or alive. Zuldazar sends 'new people' every month.

The vast majority are not worthy of attention.

But I know there’s a guy who’s great.

He has lived here for several years. I have been paying attention to him and trying to draw him into my plan, but that guy has some mental problems and is crazy.

He is a powerful apothecary who is said to have served Lord Zul, the Dark Prophet. No one knows why he went mad.

But trust me, Captain.

If you can recruit him, it will definitely give your career a powerful boost! "

This troll is obviously using the information he possesses to show his value to the pirates and to show that he is "useful".

This positive attitude made Blake raise his eyebrows.

He also became interested and asked:

"Oh, there is such a person? What is that guy's name? Where is he?"

"His name is Larnka. He is in the Weathered Oasis. He found a cave there and claims to run the only 'hotel' in the Wharton Desert. I have been there several times."

Having said this, Zarak moved his body somewhat uncomfortably, and said to the pirate:

“But every time I go there, I feel very weird and uncomfortable. It’s not a good place, but Larnka’s pharmacy skills cannot be underestimated.

The poison I used to control the exiles was obtained from him, and the sand fruits used to poison Akunda were also processed by him.

If you think about it, you can make a powerful God Loa unable to sense the existence of toxins. How high his level is, there is no need for me to use exaggerated descriptions. "

"Well, the Gold Teeth Gang."

The pirate stood up suddenly, rubbed his forehead, and thought:

"This trip came in such a hurry that I actually forgot about these guys. When I was doing this quest chain in the game, it was very fun for me.

Those guys are indeed talents. "

"Very good, I have seen your ability, you will definitely become an excellent pirate."

Blake flexed his fingers, glanced at the scorching sun outside the caravan, and said to Zarak:

"Go and have a rest. We will set off in the afternoon to Fenghua Oasis. I can't wait to meet that crazy pharmacist."

——

The orcs are progressing very quickly in clearing the ruins of Atuaman.

There are fox people who are familiar with the local terrain as guides, and the exiles who are poisoned and dizzy and have difficulty thinking are as cannon fodder, and there is also the assistance of the legendary assassin Garona.

The exile gangs entrenched in the desert ruins not far from the temple were quickly thrown into chaos.

The leader of these guys is a Sandfury Troll.

This is normal.

The Sandfury Trolls from northern Kalimdor originally thrived in the great desert. Among all the exiles, they were probably the most adaptable to the Volton environment.

When the trolls from other clans were tortured by the desert and were about to die, the Sandfury trolls felt as comfortable as returning home.

Under the organization of these guys, this exile gang has great power.

But there is really nothing in Wharton.

No matter how powerful their power is, there are limits.

There are too many people, and the gang leader cannot support them. Even the magical Sand Fury Troll cannot conjure food and water out of thin air.

In short, in the afternoon, when Blake arrived at the ruins of Atu Aman in a caravan driven by Eudora himself, along with the No. 2 henchman and newcomer Zarak, the orcs were already clearing the battlefield.

"Keep the big ones, tie their hands and stuff them into the caravan! Take them to Zemlan Port to be used as cannon fodder."

Half of Blake's body was hanging outside the Mercedes-Benz alpaca caravan, and he shouted to the Blackhand brothers:

“Kill the little ones!

They mean nothing to me except their souls. For the things you grab, according to the previous distribution model, leave the share for me, and you will divide the rest among yourselves.

If you can't take it away, sell it to the fox man in exchange for more pharmaceutical supplies. "

Although the pirate group has not yet been officially established, Blake has already begun to deal with the loot in the pirate's way.

According to his request, all the looted wealth and materials will be divided into four parts. The largest part will of course belong to the captain, and the second, slightly smaller part will be given to the two Black Hand brothers.

The third part was divided equally among the other orcs who followed the captain all the way to Wharton, and everyone had a share.

The last bit was left to the quartermaster to be used as a reserve for the entire pirate regiment.

There was no quartermaster before, but now there is one. Black left Eudora here to be responsible for receiving all kinds of gadgets found in the ruins.

But apart from the noisy sharing of the spoils, because most of the orcs did not have magic bags, they could only take their own belongings and find some leather bags and other things to tie to their bodies.

He looks like a group of beggars, which really affects his image.

Although they had nowhere to spend their money in this desolate Wharton Desert, everyone was still satisfied with getting the rewards they deserved for their hard work.

"First Mate Black Hand, you continue to stay here and follow the fox guide to hunt down those small gangs."

The pirate captain looked around, then gave an order to his first mate:

"I'll go to Fenghua Oasis to explore the road first, and I'll meet you there tomorrow. The fox people's caravans have all been sold to us, so load them up for me! Load them up hard!

The more the prisoner can pack, the better.

If there are not enough cannon fodders, then when the fight breaks out, you orcs will have to take the lead. Do you know what I mean? "

The Blackhand brothers looked at each other and nodded in unison.

Not far away, the warlock Evil Eye was also working "diligently", and several Ravager Orcs followed him with axes, chopping down those skinny trolls who were not even cannon fodder.

Then the warlock absorbs the soul and throws it into the soul stone to be used as casting material.

"Ma'am, come with me."

Blake called into the shadow of the caravan, then closed the door, and Zalak, the masked second legionnaire, drove the alpaca caravan all the way to the Windflower Oasis.

That place is the only large oasis in the entire Wharton Desert.

All creatures, including foxmen, know that place, but few people will take the initiative to go there unless necessary.

Because of the place called Fenghua Oasis, how should I put it?

A little weird.

This oasis is not big. The alpaca caravan is parked in the center, right by the water. It is just enough for the alpacas pulling the car to eat grass and drink water. Blake and Garona, led by Zarak, walked in. to the deepest part of the canyon.

Outside a cave that ordinary people couldn't even notice, the No. 2 loser stretched his voice and shouted into the cave:

"Lahnka! Are you here? I have brought new guests to your hotel."

"Ah, are there guests?"

A strange voice sounded in the cave, and soon, a ragged Zandalari troll with crazy eyes ran out.

He was barefoot and had a warm and weird smile on his standard troll face.

Just like the hotel owner, inviting Blake and Garona into his cave.

As he walked, he shouted:

"Warnie, Glenja, and Manzur! Stop being so lazy, hurry up! Get up, there are guests! Take out our War Lord gift bag and Scorpion King gift bag.

Guests will definitely be interested.

Alas, Zulsan ran away again. I knew that guy always disliked me for not being able to find customers, but he was my best friend.

Well, I wouldn't say you're not good friends.

Just, hey.

Zulsan and I have the best conversation, as you all know. "

The troll's voice echoed in the cave, but no one answered him.

Garona glanced into the small cave and saw no one else except Larnka. But he did appear to be talking to the other three people.

To be honest, this scene is a bit disturbing.

"Is he really crazy? Or"

After Garona entered Zandalar, she saw all kinds of strange things along the way, and her knowledge was constantly expanded. As a result, she was not sure whether the "innkeeper" in front of her was a lunatic.

There's still something else going on.

But as a legendary assassin, she didn't feel the existence of ghosts around her at all, so she could only turn to the "omniscient" Blake for help.

But the pirate raised his finger, made a silent gesture, and said in a strange and permeating tone:

"Don't be so rude, ma'am."

"The members of the Gold Teeth Gang are watching us. It's not a good habit to doubt your master on someone else's territory."