Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black's current strength is still weak.

Counting the Blacktooth Orcs and the cannon fodder of the Zandalari exiles who had surrendered to the pirate captains, the number of people under his command was only over 600.

With such little power, even with the help of a legendary assassin like Garona, and even with a secret weapon in his hand, plundering the unfaithful Snake Man Empire that dominates the northern part of the desert is a complete act of suicide.

Therefore, the cunning and vicious Black changed his target to another group of snake men.

At midnight, it is the quietest time in the Wharton Desert.

In fact, it is also the busiest time.

Many nocturnal creatures will quietly fill every part of the desert at this time. The Akunda Temple, which has been taken over by several large tribes of fox people, is very lively.

A large number of fox people gathered here.

They sang and danced around the campfire, and presented tributes to the recovering Loa god Akunda. The Thunder Lizard did not hate these noisy little creatures.

Because the tributes they made were more in line with Akunda's taste than those made by the troll exiles.

It's getting more and more lively here.

If this continues, the Temple of Akunda is expected to become the main city of the Wharton fox people.

However, in another place hundreds of kilometers away from here, in the temple of the pious people adjacent to the southwest coast of the great desert, the pious snake people had a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.

Just during the day, the Faithless Snake-men launched another attack.

Those bastards who had abandoned their faith, armed with more sophisticated weapons, poured into the temple built on the sea cliff from all directions.

Their numbers had an absolute advantage, and the fierce battle lasted for a whole day.

The Devout Snakemen, led by the prophet Warwick, drove the invaders from the temple, but these brave god warriors themselves suffered heavy losses.

Snake people are extremely resilient, but such high-intensity battles happen almost every month.

In these years, due to the continuous attacks of the unbelieving snake-men, the number of devout believers has been reduced by one-third, and there have even been defections.

They firmly believe in the mysterious mistress, but their faith cannot be used as food, let alone used as a weapon.

If hope is no longer found, in ten years at most, the devout will be unable to survive.

"well"

In the ancient temple that was full of traces of battle and whose third floor had collapsed, Prophet Warwick, holding a gem snake staff, stood alone in the secret room on the second floor.

This old and wise snake man swung his long, green, nested tail like a rattlesnake, making a rustling sound.

It is a standard snake man.

It has beautiful skin covered with emerald green scales, as well as recurved and slender legs like a lizard, a thin and short body, and thin arms and claws.

There are still some decent people here.

But from the neck up, it's a completely different posture.

It has a long neck like a cobra, and the length of its neck and head alone is almost as long as its lower body.

It also has a standard snake-like face, which always spits out scarlet snake letters when speaking. There are also symmetrical blue lines on the horny skin on both sides of the auricle, like special organs hidden under the scales.

With every breath, those lines light up, bursting out with light like arc lightning.

This represents Warwick's identity.

It is a snake-man prophet.

Serving the Loa god Sethalis, it gained greater power than its companions. It was blessed by the bloodline from the mysterious mistress and could use the power of lightning.

The worn robe on its body also contains sapphires produced in the Wharton Desert. These gems and fragments have the effect of gathering thunder and lightning, and are sacred objects of the snake people.

"Setalis, beloved god, we firmly believe that you will return to us one day, lead us, and bless your believers with glory."

The old snake man knelt on the ground and prayed softly to the thing in front of him.

Its sound is very distinctive.

It is very similar to the tone of voice used by snakes when swallowing snake letters. Although they are not evil, this tone always reminds people of poisonous snakes, venom and other dangerous things.

In addition, the snake people look like they are not kind people at first glance, making it difficult for the snake people to form alliances with other races.

But it’s not their fault.

This is what their Creator is like.

"In the green depths of the dense jungle, this place belongs to the mysterious mistress. She is gentle and vigorous, full of vitality. Her will is like steel, but her heart has no grudges. She is tolerant of all things and has open-minded feelings.

Believers will always be inspired and guided.

Over the years, all she sees is seeking for you and me... huh? "

The old snake-man prophet recited a psalm in praise of Setaris.

But before it finished reciting, its sharp snake-like eyes suddenly opened, and there were blue arcs of electricity beating in the lightning lins on its body.

"Enemy attack!"

The hoarse shouts of the old prophet rang out from the second floor of the temple. Immediately, the snake warriors guarding the temple gathered around the temple, picked up their thunder swords, let out hissing war roars, and rushed in from everywhere. .

Thanks to the invasion and attack of the unbelieving ones year after year, the snake people who survived in the temple of the pious are all true elites in all battles!

Even the seriously injured snakemen struggled to get up.

Their inner faith makes them fearless.

Even if he dies in this battle, he is still sacrificing himself for the mysterious mistress, and his soul will surely return to the eternal green and peaceful holy land.

"They found it!"

A low and rough shout came from the other side of the sea cliff. In front of the stairway that was deliberately made narrow and difficult to walk, Red Blackhand, who was holding a sword, shouted:

"No need to hide! Charge! Charge with me! Defeat these snake people! Lok'tar ogar!!!"

Red, a reckless man with a kind of fighting ecstasy, was the first to rush out from the hiding place with a knife. Behind him, a group of howling black-toothed orcs also followed his chief to charge.

The cannon fodder of the Zandalari exiles hiding behind were also noisy.

There was no organization and coordination at all. After seeing the orcs rushing forward with great momentum, they also howled and rushed forward.

They looked like cowards when thieves joined the army in fighting. At first glance, they were not serious elite troops. To say that they were guerrillas was just to praise them.

Blake, who was watching this scene in the shadows, covered his eyes in despair.

He cursed:

"How could such an idiot appear in my pirate group! If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to code it, Red would not be able to stay! He has led all my men astray!

No matter what you do, you will be the first in the fight!

When he returns to the Eastern Continent, he will be driven to Blackstone Mountain to become the overlord. "

Hearing these words, the two suspended troll ghosts behind him covered their mouths and laughed, but Blake turned back and glared. The two ghosts immediately floated forward, performing reconnaissance tactics.

Blake himself was hiding in the shadows, holding a short sword and dagger, throwing out the hook and lock, and clasping it on the edge of the temple.

Just like Tarzan, after attracting the attention of the snake man from the front of the orcs, he quietly landed in the temple from the rear.

The battle ahead is extremely fierce.

The first wave of orcs who followed Red and charged fiercely were shot to the ground by a wave of snake-man poisonous arrows as soon as they stepped onto the square of the Temple of the Pious.

There were also snake assassins hiding on the edge. When the group of rough guys rushed over, they used slender blow darts to attack the orcs and troll cannon fodder.

The snakeman's blowgun is almost a terrifying legend in Wharton.

The venom on the blow darts is extracted from the snake people's own venom. It can not only paralyze the prey, but also kill it within a minute after stinging it.

This kind of silent blow dart is so powerful that in this desert, there is even a special term to describe them.

It's called "The Thorn of Setaris".

This thing has also been used by foxes and exiles to warn and scare their children, saying that if they don't obey, the snake people will prick you with the thorn of Sethalis.

Well, this intimidation effect is extremely obvious.

Just like the scene described in an ancient snake-man poem circulated in the desert: "Ignorant of respect, showing anger, showing resentment, the wind of Wharton will come with the thorn of Setaris!"

Anyway, this thing has almost developed into a kind of swear words to curse other people to death. As long as you curse people, you are willing to be taken away by the snake people.

But the devout snake people soon discovered that something was wrong.

These invaders in front of you are not reckless, they have tactics!

The first batch of orcs who were knocked over by the poisonous sting took out strange gold coins from their chests or pockets and held them in their hands.

As the cold wind whistled, those guys who should have been paralyzed and died stood up one by one like no one else. Moreover, some sharp-eyed snake people discovered that under the moonlight, these guys seemed to have lost their flesh and blood. Same.

When they run in the moonlight, they will turn into bones without flesh and blood.

Those orcs do.

So are those Troll Exiles!

These bastards are not afraid of death at all. With the cursed gold coins in hand, the poison of the snake people cannot kill them at all, or even harm them.

"I love this stuff! The captain always finds good stuff!"

Red shouted and waved his sword, slashing down with one blow. He didn't care that the snake man's halberd in front of him pierced his chest. He just smiled and chopped the snake man in front of him to his shoulder to the ground.

Others followed suit.

It's like a replica of the undead fight with the Kvaldir Legion in the waters of Treasure Island.

But the difference is that this time their enemy is not the undead.

Relying on the assistance of this immortal power, the undead pirates under Black's command showed their madness, and in less than ten minutes, they defeated the elite snakemen head-on.

A dozen unlucky ghosts were chopped into black smoky skeletons by the lightning summoned by the snake priest, but they recovered a few minutes later and joined the battle again with a chaotic roar.

There's no way to fight this!

Under the leadership of several snake-man overseers, the remaining snake-men planned to retreat into the temple to defend themselves, while the priests summoned lightning to drown the group of undead monsters.

But as they retreated into the temple, something even more desperate happened.

Their leader.

Warwick, the powerful and wise snake-man prophet, was walking down from the second floor of the temple with Garona and Black holding weapons against his neck.

The old prophet's body was covered with wounds, and most of his scales were peeled off, as if he had been tortured, which made the snake people extremely angry.

Blake was a little embarrassed.

The wounds on the snake-man old prophet were caused when he tried to kill the feast just now. Fortunately, the snake-man's vitality was strong, and Garona saw that the situation was not good and used her double blades to stop Black's attack.

Otherwise, if they had stopped suddenly just now, these elite snake men would have had to find a way to sew up the bones of their prophet and bury them.

"Let your people lay down their arms, Seer Warwick."

Blake used very non-standard snake language and said in the old snake man's ear:

"We are not here to kill you, we are just here to discuss cooperation. Don't say no, I know what is buried under the ruins of Atuaman.

You know it too, you know it better than anyone else.

Believe me, I am here to help you believers who have reached the end of their rope.

You can even think of me as your mysterious mistress Setalis, the messenger sent to save you. Although I look different from you, trust me.

My heart will always be with the devout snake people."