Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 116 26. The Fox and the Caravan

  The sun is sloping westward, and the temperature outside the temple is dropping.

  The desert can still be hot at noon, and this will already have a coolness. According to the speed of the temperature drop, when the night comes, the extreme heat will become extremely cold.

   The temperature difference between day and night is so great, no wonder this desert is so barren.

   Ordinary life is difficult to reproduce here.

  The shadow of the temple also stretched in the desert, and the orcs who were ready were hiding in the ruins of the temple. They lowered their bodies as much as possible, and behaved like thieves.

   But these guys are really bad at this, as if tauren couldn't have a stalker.

  The clumsy postures of the orcs made Black shake his head for a while, and the pirates would sit in the center of the temple, beside the raised bonfire.

Next to    is the alpaca tethered.

   This little thing is not afraid.

   Probably because Blake brought it back when he got lost in the desert, it was very close to Blake and stretched out his hand to lick Blake's fingers.

  Alpaca does not have a saddle, but under its furry neck, it wears an air-dried garland, and it is not afraid of people, which proves that it has been domesticated.

   That's why the pirates brought it back to the camp.

  Garona was nowhere to be seen, but perhaps hidden somewhere in the shadows of the temple.

  Merry Winter Wind, the old mage, is leaning on his pine stick, checking out those strange murals in this half-weathered desert ruins.

  The old mage is probably the most comfortable of all.

   He died 3,000 years ago, and he didn't care about the temperature at all, plus he was a legendary spellcaster, and the ice shield on his body was almost constant and permanent.

   He was very interested in the frescoes in this ruined temple.

   has been looking at it for a long time. The mural shows a strange creature that he has never seen before. It has a body exactly like a snake, but has legs and hands.

   And the scene described in the fresco seems to be a battle of myths.

  A huge snake man with a halo behind his back is fighting against a group of dark things that can't be seen clearly.

The    frescoes are very original.

   But the old mage seemed to be able to understand the meaning. The more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became. He would have taken out his own handwritten note and used a flying quill to write and draw on it.

   "Actually, you can ask me directly, Master."

  Black teasing the vicuña beside him, he said:

   "As long as you speak, I will tell you everything I know. The story of the war between the gods of the Wol'dun snake people and the monsters in the abyss happened thousands of years ago, before human civilization was born."

   "I don't ask. As we said last night, you're just exploiting the curiosity of a spellcaster who has lived for three thousand years."

  The old mage said without looking back:

   "You showed me this on purpose, but who do you want me to tell me what I saw and the secret I recorded? Is this a veiled warning to human civilization?"

   "You spellcasters like to think too much. I just want to be a sharing person and don't want to act like a rude idiot, and it turns out to be wrong in your opinion."

  Blake pouted, pretending to be aggrieved and saying:

   "I just want you, an old man with a reputation in Dalaran and enough vision and wisdom, to see my value. I'm just preparing for some things that may happen in the future.

  For example, when the whole human kingdom is proclaiming that I am a heinous villain, when everyone is accusing me, I hope you can remember our journey, Master.

   Don't forget these things that I have shown you so that some of my little 'requests' will not be denied.

  Because you know I can afford anything you ask.

   And in the future if you are bothered by something like that.

   Don't forget, you also have a well-informed pirate friend.

   That's my purpose.

  The mages respect knowledge, so I show you what I have, so that we can be friends, at least not enemies. "

   "The basis for judging friends and enemies, shouldn't it be based on behavior?"

  Merry. Winter Wind said softly:

   "Just like me, I don't want to be friends with someone who is knowledgeable, but who wants to destroy the world. That's too dangerous."

   "No no no, you still don't understand."

  The pirate shook his head and said:

   "I mean, you've seen the dark power hidden outside civilization, you've touched it, you know how dangerous it is, it sees all living things as the enemy.

   The distinction between friend and foe is all the more ridiculous when they wake up from their old seals.

   Like I never thought orcs had to die.

  Because I know that at some point, human beings will also need orcs, as comrades-in-arms, to set foot on the battlefield with them.

  Only when facing them will you realize that you need to let go of those past grievances and unite all people, in order to achieve a small victory.

   But why wait until the future is hopeless before thinking of being my friend?

  Under such a system, isn't the meaning of my existence to prevent you from falling into a desperate situation?

  You see, what I said is very clear.

   It's not that I need you to be my friend, but you and the people behind you need me more than I need you. Do you want me to tell you another secret?

  For example, you may not know the dark secrets hidden under the Tirisfal region, but the entire human civilization was born and developed under its nose.

   For another example, in my hometown, the territory of Kul Tiras, the seeds of the abyss have already taken root.

   Some time ago, when I was serving the Alliance military, many people were questioning why I didn't go looking for my comrades.

   Alas, no fault of their being so outspoken.

   They just didn't see the whole thing.

  Shhh. Here they come! "

   The pirate's ears moved suddenly, and the next moment he looked at the dunes outside the temple, he waved his hand back, and the orcs in the temple immediately cheered up and held their breath.

  Beyond the dunes at dusk, there are crisp bells coming from afar, and the same call as the vicuña, as if there are many cars running in the sand.

   There are also some very strange and infiltrating beasts running and screaming in the desert.

   A lot of people came.

  Black's keen hearing allows him to hear things that the orcs can't, such as many feet running and walking in the desert, such as some strange language exchanges.

  Beyond the sand dunes, there is a large-scale team scattered about dozens of people.

   They are surrounding the ruins.

   And the shadows are still fluctuating, and a stalker is coming towards the temple.

   "Whoosh"

  The pirate made an immediate decision and threw a flare.

  Without firearms, this thing won't go far.

   But it was more accurate to be thrown by the pirates with a deadly throw, and it hit the place where the dunes and the ruins of the temple blended for a moment, and there was a brilliant light.

   Disperse a few small men from the shadows.

   These guys are about as tall as any dwarf Blake has ever seen. They look like 1.23 meters. They are very short, but they have long hands and feet, and they have fluffy tails on their backs.

  The two sharp ears turned to all directions, and a pair of fox eyes were filled with astonishment.

   There is also a protruding animal snout on the furry face, the same as the wolf, but shorter, and the canine teeth are exposed around the mouth. This is completely a fox walking on two feet.

   It's still that kind of desert fox, just looking at its face, it's cute.

   But the sharp weapons in their hands meant that their intentions were not so peaceful.

   "Go! Remember what I said!"

  The pirate waved his left hand, and the orcs who were hiding in the temple suddenly roared and filed out.

   As for the fox thieves who were illuminated by the flares, before they had time to use their agile footsteps, Garona emerged from the shadows, holding two wooden sticks, and knocked them all out within a second.

   I have never seen a foxman orc assassin, and curiously touched the big fluffy tails of these little guys.

   Well, it feels really good.

   is no different from a real fox tail.

  Blake led the agitated little alpaca and walked out of the ruins of the temple slowly. On the hill, the fox people who came in groups did not expect the orcs to charge back.

   They looked like they were here to negotiate.

   But he was caught off guard, and Ben also wanted to use their own unique "caravan tactics" to resist, but compared with the orcs, these little guys really don't have an advantage.

   In less than half a minute, they were easily broken through by the orcs in front of them with the help of a car formation formed by a few odd caravans.

   It's not their fault either.

  There are no such things as orcs in the Waldun Desert,

   The fierce and big green man rushed into the fox man's car formation and knocked down all the fox men who dared to resist with one punch, and the situation became more chaotic all of a sudden.

   The leader of the fox people who was commanding the caravan saw that the situation was not good, so he picked up a bone whistle and blew it fiercely.

   Those desert hyenas that were domesticated by the foxmen as mounts immediately gathered from all around. They were indeed fierce and attacked under the command of the foxman leader just like the wolves.

   But the orcs in the world of Draenor regard the Wolf Warrior as their partner. The greenskins had a lot of experience dealing with these canine creatures.

   Some of the younger fox people were frightened.

   Seeing that the orcs had the upper hand, they dropped their weapons like darts and ran behind the dunes with big ears screaming. These little furry guys are small, but they can run pretty fast.

  Their big feet are really good for going fast in desert terrain.

   But those adult fox people are fierce and firm.

  These cunning warriors, using the caravan as an obstacle, kept taking out all kinds of bizarre things from their large and small packages while dodging quickly, and smashed them towards the orcs.

   There are fire bottles that burn when thrown on the ground, poisons that emit poisonous gas, and some improvised explosives.

   In this very fancy way, they also knocked down a few reckless orcs.

   But soon, the chaotic battle came to an end.

  “Shu”

  Blake's figure appeared in the shadow brought by the shadow step, and he jumped to the top of the caravan. The fox man leader who was commanding the battle reacted very quickly, and he was about to jump under the car with a big tail.

   But as soon as the little female fox jumped up, the pirates grabbed her big fluffy tail, lifted it up, and took out something from her pocket, tying the little man tightly with her hands and feet.

   "Hey, let your little foxes stop, they'll kill you if they fight again."

  The pirate took the foxman leader in front of him, and he said to the foxman in troll language:

   "We just wanted to ask you for help in crossing the desert."

   "What are you? What are those green bad things? We never saw you in the Waldun Desert! But you stole our alpacas!

  We came to get our alpacas back, but you still attacked us!

   You are a bunch of big bad guys!

   Worse than those unbelievers! Worse than those Zandalari Exiles trolls! "

   The fox leader spoke in a very sharp voice, looking at a female, she kept struggling and screaming, and did not intend to capture her, but the things that bound her were unusual.

   That's Sefir's young dragon tendon, like a snake tendon.

   looks inconspicuous, but unusually tough.

   "I found that alpaca in the desert. The poor little thing got lost. I rescued it."

  Black retorted, and then quickly avoided the foxman's open mouth and the bite of the beast's teeth. He shrugged and said:

   "But that's not the point. Listen to me, foxmen, you have been breeding in the Voldun Desert for thousands of years. You must have heard of the legendary treasure of Zandalari Pirate King Zemlan, right?"

  The pirate suddenly quieted down in front of him, and the fox man leader who started wagging his tail blinked, he said:

   "We're here for that thing, and I've found the treasure map, now I just need to take my stupid and incompetent men across the desert.

   But without the help of your desert natives, we couldn't make our way through the endless quicksands of Vol'dun quickly.

   So I'll just say it, want a piece of the pie? "

   (end of this chapter)