Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Akunda's honest and honest character can easily win the favor of others. Such a powerful Loa who basically doesn't play tricks is as perfect as a saint compared to the despicable old Bwonsamdi.

Therefore, even though Akunda built his temple in the deserted Vodun Desert, it already had a large number of believers.

Not only do many exiled trolls in the Vol'dun Desert choose to join the Temple of Akunda to make ends meet, but even in the mountain temples of Zuldazar, the core area ruled by the Zandalari Troll Empire, people everywhere praise Akunda. up the reputation.

Blake likes to make friends with Loa, the thunder lizard.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a better choice, it would have been a good career plan for him to pass by Wharton and choose to become the Loa priest of Akunda when he was in trouble.

Just like Lao Gani has a divinely chosen profession like "Great Scavenger" under his command.

Akunda also has his own system of divine selection. Every Loa has a chosen one, but not every Loa can treat their believers as sincerely as Lao Gani and Akunda.

As far as Black's knowledge is concerned, there are not many good things in Loa! Just look at the slippery Bwonsamdi. That is the normal state of Loa.

These guys are either cunning or insidious, or they are wild beasts Loa who do things randomly according to their mood. It is very tiring to be their chosen god and disciple.

But unfortunately, Akunda's career path is closer to the way of shaman, which is not very suitable for Black's performance, and Akunda's own strength is only a powerful demigod.

This means that the end point of the professional system it gives is just reaching the limit of demigods at best. As a believer, it is impossible to be more powerful than Loa itself.

Although for ordinary professionals, being able to become a demigod is already extremely lucky, but for ambitious pirates, the limit of a weak demigod is obviously not enough.

But when you encounter a fat sheep like Akunda, you would be sorry for yourself if you don't give it a good scoop.

Therefore, Black made an agreement with Akunda and invited Akunda to send his priests to Tol Barad after the situation in the Woden Desert stabilized.

While spreading Akunda's faith there, he also gave Akunda's divine power to the shaman apprentices of Narsarath Academy. Black obviously hoped that a "Chosen of Akunda" would be born in the academy. of.

But there is no need to tell Akunda this little idea.

Fenna and Little Xingxing soon got to play with Akunda. They encouraged the Lizard God to take them out for a walk in the desert, but Akunda was a little hesitant.

It had just eaten and didn't want to move very much.

Unable to rest, Maiev took the Void Watchers to the ruins of Atuaman. The warden lady was still worried. She wanted to see with her own eyes what was underneath the seals that had been dug through by the snakemen.

As for Blake.

The smelly pirate is currently in the secret room at the back of the Temple of Akunda, talking to an uninvited "guest".

Blake walked into the dimly lit room and saw a hooded troll sitting behind the table, with a strange stove of incense placed on the table.

The smell was very strange, and the incense burned did not spread, as if it was pulled by some force to form a smoke mirror in front of the troll.

He was performing some kind of ritual.

He looked at the god nagging, but the pirate could see what this guy was doing at a glance.

“The Draenei prophet Velen not only relies on his own talent to see into the future, but also because he has an Atama crystal in his hand that can reveal fragments of the future.

That thing is called the Song of the Soul, and it is quite a magical thing.

I have also touched it, but unfortunately the Song of Soul is not willing to show me those changeable futures, perhaps because the crystal knows that those futures are worthless in front of me.

Just like the future you are trying to peek into right now.

Worthless! "

Black walked forward unceremoniously, sat opposite the mysterious old troll, and roughly stretched out his hand to disperse the smoke mirror that gathered in front of his eyes.

He propped his chin up with his hand and looked at the old troll who raised his head, the tired eyes under the hood, and his thick fangs decorated with gold rings.

And the old white hair scattered from the edge of the hood.

"Hello, Zul."

The smelly pirate grinned and said:

"After the battle in Pandaria, we finally met. I have always had a question deep in my heart, and I have always wanted to ask you face to face.

Before I take away Thor's heart, you have enough opportunity and time to complete the 'eternal agreement' between the mogu and the Zandalar trolls. You should know that once you resurrect Thor, relying on him and his mogu The power of the empire, which has been declining, is likely to rise as the Zandalari Golden Dynasty.

Why didn't you do that? "

Faced with this question, the dark prophet Zul opposite the pirate was silent for a few seconds, and he said hoarsely:

"Yeah, why didn't I do that? Can you tell me why? My peer par excellence, Black Prophet Black."

This old troll's voice is very magnetic.

But it's not the kind of magnetism that can make people feel warmth and yearning. On the contrary, Zul's tone when he speaks is very much like the hollow voice of a traditional villain.

It was as if the person talking to Blake here was just a body, not a truly living soul.

This is probably because the troll in front of him has seen too many disasters and unchangeable fates in his life, so he has become silent and lonely.

But Dark Prophet Zul is indeed a big figure in the troll civilization.

Not only is he the priestly leader of the Zandalari Trolls, he is also the sibling brother of King Rastakhan, the King of Gold, and he is also a figure respected by troll clans all over the world.

Even the Drakkari frost trolls in the North, who have always been barbaric and unwilling to obey civilization, will send envoys to Zandalar every six years to attend a troll meeting.

The barbarian trolls of the north did not respect the majesty of King Rastakhan, but they respected the prophecies of the dark prophet Zul.

Every word that comes out of Zul's mouth will cause turmoil within the troll civilization, and one look from him can even decide the fate of a troll clan thousands of miles away.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status of Dark Prophet Zul in the troll civilization is equivalent to the status of Alonsos Faol among humans, and the status of Tyrande Windspeaker among the Kaldorei elves. Same.

He is different from the weak Velen.

Zul is a truly ruthless and decisive character. Once he predicts that certain clans or people will threaten the existence of trolls, he will not hesitate to get rid of them.

As far as Black knows, at least seven troll clans were destroyed due to Zul's prophecy hundreds of years ago.

Such a person behaved at a loss in front of the pirates, which was obviously abnormal.

Faced with Zul's rhetorical question, Black played with his jade pipe and said in a long voice:

"Perhaps because you saw the end of your adventure, you expected that even if Thor was resurrected, he and his empire would collapse again under the counterattack of the pandaren and their allies.

After Thor's death, as the leader of all this, you will also have a bad time as a prisoner.

You may have seen that future

You will be escorted as a prisoner to a certain city in the human kingdom, spend a long time in a dark cell, and then see more desperate futures until you are tortured crazy.

Am i right?

My peers. "

"hehe."

Zul let out a low, short laugh and said:

"This part of your prediction cannot be said to be exactly the same as the future I saw in my dream. It can only be said that it is exactly the same. You can really see into the future, and you are exactly the same as me when I was young. You like to change your destiny at will. I feel that I omnipotent.

Unfortunately, my efforts failed.

And you succeeded.

Tell me, Blake, is the future that I see so chaotic and chaotic coming from your handiwork? "

"yes."

The pirate nodded and asked:

"Would it offend you if I messed up the future so wantonly? Lord Zul."

"No, I'm relieved. In fact, I've never been so happy as I watched the cold, hopeless future collapse before my eyes."

Zul's voice suddenly rose a few degrees. He straightened his back, took off his hood, and looked at Blake with his weathered eyes.

He said seriously:

“I can no longer predict the future, but there is no darkness in front of me anymore, and I have found the meaning of persisting, which gives me the courage to refuse the temptation from the darkness.

I know that no news is the best news, and no fate is the best fate.

From this point of view, not only me, but the entire Zandalari, and even the entire world should be grateful to you, the friend I have never met.

Although they will never appreciate the greatness that has never happened, for those of us who make it our profession to peer into the future, you have indeed achieved something unprecedented. "

"I feel like you're flattering me, which makes me feel like something is seriously wrong."

Black rolled his eyes and said to the troll prophet in front of him:

"You don't have to put yourself in such a low profile, Mr. Zur, I know how powerful you are, so I won't let down my guard against you just because of a few pleasant compliments.

Were you just peeking into the future?

Is it in Vol'dun Desert, and the future of Zandalari as a whole? Tell me, what did you see in that smoke that made you so downcast? "

"I saw the fall of Zandalari."

Zul did not hide it. He was as honest as Velen at the time. He said to Black:

"I saw the mighty Lezan fall in an insidious trap, I saw the monsters resurrected from Vol'dun destroying the giant seal of Dazar'alor, and I saw countless blood plague trolls besieging the Golden City.

I saw the dead rise under the blood moon, and I saw my best brother and my greatest king, Rastakhan, die on his throne.

I saw the end of Zandalari's eternal glory.

That was the most horrifying scene I have ever seen. It deeply shocked me, an old troll, and made me unhappy and unable to escape from the shadow of the prophecy."

"So did you see who started all this?"

Blake interrupted Zul's long and frightening description and asked directly:

"Who killed the royal family Lo'alezan? Who forced the Golden King to surrender to old Bwonsamdi? Who secretly planned the destruction of Zandalari, and who sealed the world-destroying beast from Titan Released?"

The pirate's eyes were fixed on the old troll in front of him.

The latter hesitated for a long time. After two full minutes of silence, Zul lowered his head and sighed deeply in the darkness.

He said:

"It's me. My future self, the me who is swallowed up by despair and powerlessness.

Any prophet has the potential to be a destroyer, and unfortunately, I am very likely to go down that path in the future, but you are here to save me.

It's really amazing that an old prophet like me who predicts the future needs a human being who is not as old as my grandson to save me.

The most amazing thing is that, without you doing anything, my future has changed because of you. "

"This is right!"

Blake clapped his hands, with a smile on his face, and said to Zuul:

"Such an admission is the basis for the cooperation between the two prophets.

You said it yourself, although I haven't done anything yet, I have rescued you from your miserable fate, so you owe me a huge favor.

Remember to return it.

And since you have revealed your biggest secret, I won’t hide it anymore. But before we get down to business, let’s make another thing clear, my dear dark prophet. "

The pirate knocked on the table and said to Zul:

"You conveyed a message to me through Vol'jin. You did not interfere with my obtaining the Thunder God's Heart, and you did not take the opportunity to cause trouble in Pandaria.

You use this as a condition to ask me not to interfere with your help in Northrend to help Drakkari resist the Death Scourge and save the threatened Loa.

Apparently, you also see in the prophecies of the future the deathly conquest of Frostmourne's swordsmen against the frost trolls of Zul'Drak.

But as far as I know, your priests' salvation in the North is not going smoothly, and the rural Loa there are not willing to leave their hometown.

I know that in order to preserve the power of troll civilization in the upcoming demon war, you will continue to use various means to persuade those demigods and Drakkari trolls to return to the South China Sea.

But that's not what I want to see.

If you save those loa, it means that the power of the undead Scourge will be weakened, which in my opinion will do more harm than good.

Let's make a deal. "

Black raised a finger and waved it in front of Zul's face. He said:

"You let those stubborn barbarians and their gods suffer in the North, and stop trying to save their fate. I will help you protect Zandalar from the threat of G'huun.

The Golden Dynasty is in a lot of trouble.

You and the Golden King have many other things to do than care for your fellow barbarians on another continent.

As far as I know, the city of Zul'Gurub in Stranglethorn Vale was captured by the Kingdom of Stormwind not long ago, and there are many lost troll clans there that you can gather.

In the same way, there are the Sandfury Trolls of Kalimdor, the Evil Branch Trolls of the Northern Territory of the Eastern Continent, etc. They are all allies that the Zandalari Trolls can win over. "

"You want me to give up the frost trolls?"

Zul's tone became deeper and he said:

"You're asking me to abandon my duties as troll prophet and turn a blind eye to the fate of my fellow trolls! You're asking me to watch them die.

What a terrible request.”

"That's not all."

The pirate grinned and said:

“I also heard that there were too many treasures piled up in the Ten Thousand Years Treasure House of the Golden Dynasty, which resulted in the birth of a very strange ‘gold element’ due to the influence of voodoo.

It's called Fengling.

It cannot protect treasures, but it can also breed more treasures over time. It is a rare symbol of wealth in the world. Whoever owns it will have an inexhaustible treasure.

I want it!

I want the King of Gold to give me the abundant spirit that he cherishes and regards as a symbol of wealth. I want to send that symbol of wealth to my secret treasure house.

I know that King Rastakhan will not give away his royal treasure so easily, so, Lord Zul, you have to serve as my lobbyist to convince your great brother and king. "

This increasingly rude request made Zul raise his eyebrows.

The Dark Prophet seemed to want to get angry, but he suppressed his anger and asked:

"You made such an exorbitant request. I think the reward you can give us is also very generous. Tell us the benefits you can bring to us, Black Prophet."

Blake nodded and said briefly:

"I cannot allow N'Zoth to successfully release G'huun from the seal of Uldir, that means I will lose control of the entire South China Sea situation.

That's not in my interest.

So, we must deal with G'huun's troubles before they spread, and by that I mean once and for all, deal with the shadow that has been with the Zandalar dynasty since its birth.

I will indeed take much from you, Dark Seer.

But my rewards for you are also quite generous.

I will help you solve all your worries and give you a Zandalari dynasty that can go into battle lightly without any pressure and lead the troll civilization to re-rise!

It seems to me that the troll empire, led by the Zandalar trolls, will eventually return to center stage in this world, and I can already see that future.

From this point of view, I feel like I don’t want much.

What I took away was your past, but what I gave you was the future. As we all know, the future is priceless! "

In the darkness, the pirate lowered his head and lit his pipe. When he raised his head, he showed a sincere smile to Zul and said:

"So, think about it."