Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 118 28. What are you Akunda?

   Fox people are very efficient in their actions.

   was probably born in a barren desert like Wharton, any hesitation will lead to terrible consequences, so these short but cunning and smart guys have a very decisive character.

   Just like Eudora, the leader of the fox tribe, he clearly still had doubts and vigilance towards Black and his men, but after hearing that Black agreed to help, he immediately put down his concerns and let his clansmen empty the caravan.

The   fox people are the native race of the Waldun Desert. They are only distributed here. Their customs are very peculiar, just like the Gypsies in Black's memory.

   To be born, to grow, to age, to die, to be happy, to be sad.

   All the experiences of a lifetime will be spent in a caravan belonging to one's own tribe.

These well-made and sturdy, wind-resistant and sand-resistant caravans with large and stable wheels, pulled by alpacas, are their homes and homes. It's their heritage and culture.

  The foxmen are few in number.

  The barren materials in the Whardun Desert make it difficult to support too many foxmen. According to Eudora, although foxmen have been passed down in Wharton for thousands of years, it is twice as long as the history of human beings.

   But the number of their tribes has never been able to exceed 400,000 people, and they are still scattered in many places in this great desert.

It is not that the   fox people have not tried to migrate to other places.

   But Zandalar is that big.

   Zuldazar, the golden city of Zandalari trolls, is located in Zuldazar with a good environment and rich products, but it is the holy land of trolls, and other races are not allowed to occupy a cent.

  The fighting strength of the fox people, let alone against the Zandalari trolls.

   They couldn't even deal with the Zandalar exiles banished into the desert.

   Zuldazar cannot go, and to migrate, he has to go to the Nazmir jungle.

   But the "good place" of Nazmir, where the blood plague is rampant, and the "hospitable" blood troll barbarians, the fox people would rather be extinct in the Waldun Desert than move to that place.

  So, in general, the fate of the fox man is actually quite sad.

  This race has been destined to be trapped in the Waldun Desert since its birth, unless they can create a migration fleet that can travel to the deep sea in one step without communicating with the outside world.

but.

   This is totally impossible.

Under the cold night of the desert, the nine caravans set off again. Under the traction of the alpacas, the top of this car was covered with green skins, and it was very Indian-style. the road to the temple.

   Around the convoy, the orcs riding the fierce desert hyenas seemed to be back in the good old days when they rode the wolves across the battlefield.

   More than 30 "hyena cavalry" headed by Reid Blackhand were scattered around the convoy, serving as outposts and guards.

   is led by the natives of the desert. This convoy is moving fast, and galloping at night along the road that only the locals can distinguish in the vast desert.

  Black sat on the seat in front of the first caravan, and beside him was Eudora, who was wearing a hood, pulling the reins and steering the direction the alpaca ran.

  The pirate also wore a hood, put on a face covering again, put a blindfold on his right eye, and hung an orc skull on his chest. He didn't look like a good person.

   He was chatting with Eudora, and he was discouraging the fox leader to make a decision quickly.

   "So, what are you still hesitating about?"

  The pirate said eloquently:

   "Look, I told you just now, if you fox people don't think of a way, in a few decades, even 400,000 people won't be able to maintain it.

   Haven't you noticed that Nazmir's blood trolls have become more and more manic over the years?

   Continue to stay in the great desert of Wharton, waiting for you foxmen, there is only a dead end, but beyond the sea, in places you have never been to or imagined, there are countless fertile lands waiting for the cultivators.

   Just go there, go anywhere, and within twenty years you will double in number!

   Before, you didn't have a chance, you didn't have your own fleet, you didn't have your own captain, and you couldn't build a ship in the great desert, but now, you see, isn't this opportunity coming? "

  Black picked up the pipe, filled it with tobacco, and said to Eudora beside him:

"I am an outsider, I come from the vast world outside this desert, you just need to bring your clansmen to join us, Eudora, I will let you see with your own eyes the hope I promised you foxmen .

to be honest!

   Just looking for a bad place outside, even the most barren Burning Steppes or Blasted Lands occupied by orcs, is much better than this great desert. "

   "But what about your boat?"

   Eudora was silent and did not speak. In the end, she was really moved by what Black said, but she gritted her teeth and said:

   "You don't have a boat at all!

  If you have a boat, you don't need to find us foxmen at all. Wouldn't it be faster and better to take you across the desert and drive directly from the coast to the port of Zemland?

   So you are lying to me.

  You just want to use me and my clan as victims! We fox people are poorer and less knowledgeable, but we are not stupid!

   Even if we continue to live in the great desert and live this hopeless life, it is better than being taken to the outside world and sent somewhere by our own people to die in battle.

   or be sold into slavery.

  If you want me to believe you, you have to show me your boat first.

  Prove that you have the ability to help us first, instead of just relying on beautiful promises. The most untrustworthy thing in this great desert is promises. "

   "Wow, you are so smart, little fox."

  Blake was not angry, but became more and more satisfied with Eudora, the young fox.

  Look at this brain.

  The difference between the wise Maim of the orcs and her intelligence is almost a hundred red.

   "You'll see."

  Blake was holding his pipe, feeling his pocket up and down, looking for fire, Eudora took out a worn-out vial from the pocket at his waist and threw it to him.

  The pirate was in his hand, twisted the bottle open, shook it, and a flame ignited at the mouth of the bottle.

  The magic thing, it should be a kind of tinder configured with the glands of some local beasts and some air-dried herbs, it is simply a magical lighter.

   "fur"

  Blake took a beautiful puff of his pipe and exhaled another puff of smoke. He looked at the far-off night, illuminated by the excessively white moonlight, at the looming canyon temple at the end of his sight.

   He said to Eudora who was driving beside him:

   "It won't be long before you see my boat, it will be the best, coolest, most powerful boat in the whole world! And I think, maybe I can get a gift from Zemland.

   The fleet of that old pirate senior, I don't know where it was hidden by him. Perhaps, I will harvest a lot of ships, and then I will generously allocate an 'ark' for you fox people to use for migration.

   But Eudora.

  At that time, whether you like it or not, you will all have to go with me, and I will lack crew members with good brains like you. I have a hunch. "

The    pirate grinned and said:

   "The goblin consortium that traverses the South China Sea will probably have opponents in the future."

   Eudora did not answer.

  This clever and cunning fox was just driving silently, just as she said before, under the tempering of the sands of the Wharton Desert, the creatures on this land have long been very realistic.

   They only trust their eyes and rarely their ears.

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   The so-called "looking at the mountain and running to the death" is the same principle used in the desert.

   I saw the Akunda Temple built on the **** of a canyon before, but the alpaca team just ran for two hours before approaching the canyon.

  The alpacas pulling the cart were obviously a little tired, and they were just able to take a rest at the Akunda Temple.

   Eudora said before that in the previous era, the order of the Waldun Desert was maintained by Akunda, the **** of storms, and Jibul, the **** of tigers, that the trolls believed in.

  The temples of the two Loa gods are also the most important meeting and supply points in this desert.

   is like two towns in the desert.

  Although it is already midnight, the Akunda Shrine is still very lively.

   Groups of trolls in tattered clothes are gathering outside the temple, waiting for the priests to distribute some insignificant food and water.

  These trolls are orthodox Zandalari trolls, as can be seen from their straight waists.

  In this world, only the trolls on Zandalar Island can straighten their waists.

  Other trolls walk hunched over.

   The reason for this difference is probably because since the birth of troll civilization, Zandalar trolls have always lived in their holy land and never migrated away.

   Of course, there are also rumors that it is because the Zandalari trolls were blessed by many Loa gods at the same time, and this happened in the long-term evolution.

   And trolls are a race that usually feels short when they bow their waists, but once they really straighten their waists, these guys are amazingly tall.

   is several heads taller than an orc.

The group of   Black stopped outside the Akunda Temple, as if a group of short people were gathering, and it felt too bad to have to raise their heads when they talked to anyone.

   This made Black quickly lose interest in these trolls.

   But among these troll exiles who shouted the name of Akunda and waited for food distribution, there were indeed many foxmen mixed in.

   They are in much better shape than these exile trolls.

  Those foxmen were wearing Zandalar-style robes of priests, and they seemed to have converted to the priesthood of Akunda, the **** of the storm.

   Their furry faces are quite sincere.

   "Daro!"

   Eudora quickly discovered several young foxmen who were missing from her tribe. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed the arm of a foxman, and whispered:

   "Follow me back! Your mother is very worried about you."

   "Huh? Are you?"

  The fox man named Darrow was startled by Eudora's question. He raised his head and looked at Eudora with a friendly face, but there was a dazed look in his eyes that didn't seem fake.

He says:

   "Hello, compatriot, are you here to listen to Akunda's teachings? We welcome new brothers and sisters to join us, come with me, and I will take you to meet the honorable Akunda."

  “???”

   Eudora's eyes widened, she grabbed the fox man's wrist, pulled him to the spot, and asked:

   "Daro, you don't know me anymore?"

   "I haven't seen you, and I'm not called Darrow."

   The fox man explained softly:

   "Every life that enters the arms of Akunda must abandon the past, whether it is happiness or sadness, whether it is name or identity, Akunda will give us a new beginning.

   Therefore, He is also honored as the "God of New Life". For us sincere believers, Akunda is our name, Akunda is everything to us, and Akunda is the best treasure that the world has given us.

   So we call ourselves 'Akunda'.

   Just like my new life, I gave myself a new name here, which represents abandoning the suffering and life of the past, compatriots, you can call me 'shrewd Akunda'. "

"you!"

   Eudora was at a loss for a while, things were obviously beyond her comprehension, she looked back at Black, and the pirate looked back at the old mage beside her.

  The demi-lich leaned on a pine stick with great interest and stepped forward. He used his decayed eyes to look at the fox in front of him.

   After a few seconds, Merry Winterwind whispered:

   "It should be the effect of some kind of medicine. His sanity was disturbed, and it may have caused hallucinations."

   "Ah! We have a new guest in our temple!"

  As soon as the old mage finished speaking, everyone heard an enthusiastic voice on the steps of the Temple of Akunda, which was a tall Zandalari troll wearing a golden priest robe.

   He wore a wooden mask often used by troll priests, covering the upper half of his face.

   Like a real clergyman, he opened his arms enthusiastically and said to the Black group below, who were obviously different from the locals:

   "It seems that Akunda's fame has spread to the closed island of Zandalar. Outsiders, have you also come to meet the great Akunda and listen to his teachings?

  Come, come forward!

   To act in this holy place, you must abandon the rules of the past and the outside world. We have our rules here, starting with a new name. "

  The priest said enthusiastically to the crowd:

   "Come on, look into your heart and tell me, what Akunda are you all?"

  Everyone was silent.

   Even the orcs with the worst brains realized that the situation was a little weird, so Reid held his sword and asked Black with his eyes.

  He, the chief who claims to be the successor of the orthodox tribe, is like a real orc, ready to slash at any time!

   But Black shook his head and stopped Reid.

  Under all the eyes, he stepped up the stairs, and also opened his arms, and said to the ardent priest:

   "Hello, noble Akunda, my subordinates and I came to place the benevolent and powerful storm **** Akunda. When we came here, we naturally abide by the rules here.

   So you ask my name and I'll tell you, my name is Big Bad Akunda. "

   (end of this chapter)