Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 119 29. We are all Akunda

   "What a strange name, it seems that you have realized that your past life was full of violence and evil, which is a good start, my friend.

   It seems that Akunda's keen insight has shone into your dark heart.

   This fully proves the greatness of the power of the God of Storms and Rebirth, whether in the kingdom of trolls or in the souls of outsiders.

   O praise Akunda! "

   Priest Akunda on the steps is obviously a well-informed character.

   In the face of Blake's deliberately provocative speech, he did not show dissatisfaction or bewilderment.

   Instead, he followed Blake's words, and by the way, he went down the steps, and the group of guys waiting for food and water preached the greatness of Akunda.

   Those guys looked dumbfounded, and after hearing the priest's words, they also responded in a mess.

   are flattering words praising Akunda.

   "You've told me your name is Big Bad Akunda, my friend, but these new friends behind you haven't introduced themselves."

  The priest wearing a mask and calling himself "Honorable Akunda" walked down the stairs enthusiastically and looked up and down at Black's expression and his equipment.

  The gaze under his mask stopped for a few moments on the skull of Gul'dan hanging from Blake's chest, and then with the enthusiasm and generosity of a cleric, he looked at the orcs gathered in the square.

He says:

   "My friends, look inside under the glory of the storm god, and tell me, what are you Akunda?"

   "Does it have to be called that weird name?"

   Carrying the sword on his back and holding his arms, Reid Blackhand, who was ready to slash at anyone at any time, raised his head and asked provocatively.

   Venerable Akunda was not provoked, he explained patiently:

   "This is the rule of the Akunda Temple, friends, people who can't say goodbye to the past and can't find their real name are not allowed to stay here for a long time.

   Merciful Akunda is willing to accept all outsiders with good intentions, but you must show a willingness to set foot on a new path.

  We humble servants, respect His will.

  Say it, friends.

   What are you Akunda? "

   The orcs were hesitating, but the old mage took a step forward. The legendary mage bowed gently to the temple with strong troll belief style in front of him.

   He said in his low and decadent voice:

   "I, an outsider, yearn to meet the God of Storms and seek his great wisdom, so you may call me Akunda of wisdom."

   "Well, that's great."

   Venerable Akunda said in a tone of joy:

   "Another dazed soul has found a new way. You are our seventh Akunda of wisdom. You are welcome, friend."

   After he finished speaking, he looked at the orcs persistently. Blake also stood on the steps and made a hidden gesture to Evil Eye and Maim below.

   So Warlock and Maim stepped forward at the same time and said in unison:

   "My name is Faithful Akunda."

   "My name is Akunda the Brave."

  The irritable Reid was obviously dissatisfied with this boring ceremony, but under pressure, he turned his face away and said casually:

   "My name is Akunda the belligerent."

   The remaining orcs saw that both chieftains had new names.

   They also shouted their random names one by one, some low-key applauded the warrior Akunda and the good hunter Akunda.

   There are also less low-key ones.

  What is the name of Akunda, the hand of thunder, Akunda, the pioneer of war, and Akunda, the sword of the tribe.

   After such a chaotic wait until everyone said their new name, the noble Akunda allowed them to stay here tonight, and then returned to the steps of the temple entrance.

  As he rang a gong, there were many priests dressed like him, pushing some food out of the temple with trolleys.

   Most of them are local desert meatballs, some cakes made of dried vegetables, and some jerky.

   A few urns of water at the end.

Under the    steps, the trolls waiting for food in front of the temple also stirred.

   They were like beggars or beggars, crowding forward, some still holding bowls made of bone tools, and more simply went to pick up the food given by the priests with their bare hands.

   These guys are all ragged, skinny, and slender, and at first glance they are malnourished for a long time.

   Seeing how they devoured them, Black doubted that the purpose of these guys gathering outside this temple was to make a pilgrimage to Akunda?

   Or just come all the way for this food?

   However, he knew the origin of these guys.

   These guys are all exiles who were banished from Zuldazar on the other side of the island to the Vol'dun Desert. In fact, all the trolls in the Vol'dun Desert have the same origin.

   Its huge part because of mistakes made in the golden city of trolls.

A small number of    are officials or nobles who were defeated in the political struggles of the Zandalar dynasty.

   Well, the Zandalari trolls are the most intelligent in the troll civilization, so they also inherit the common characteristics of all intelligent beings. The political infighting in the city of gold is very serious and sharp.

   In the Zanchuli Council, which is in charge of the internal affairs of the Zandalar Empire, a few people from Miao Miao have divided into several factions, and they are constantly attacking each other.

   King Rastakhan, the leader of the Zandalari trolls, was happy to see it, and even indulged the situation.

   This is the basic operation of imperial power. If all the ministers in the Zanchuli Council under his command are tied together, then the King of Gold will really be restless.

   But the Zandalari trolls are indeed very civilized.

   They not only put an end to the savage custom of cannibalism, but they are also very tolerant of losers in political struggles.

   In most cases, they were exiled to the desert.

Out of sight out of mind.

   Anyway, the trolls who were exiled to the Waldun Desert basically didn't survive for five years. The environment in this place is too harsh.

   is so bad that the trolls, who have always been known for their strong vitality, are difficult to adapt to.

   "New friends, why don't you eat?"

  The noble Akunda was surrounded by him. He seemed to have turned a blind eye to the ugly eating habits of these desert exiles. He also saw that Black and his party did not reach out for the food and water distributed by the priests.

   walked over and said seriously:

   "You must be very tired from the long journey in the desert. Eat something, drink some water and take a rest."

   "No need, we bring our own dry food."

  The pirate waved his hand and said to the noble Akunda in front of him:

   "Give the food to these poor people, look at them, they are all skinny and skinny, they are so miserable."

Looking left and right at the temple of Akunda in front of him, he could clearly see that outside the stone-like, pyramid-like temple that was already very old, under the night, there were wisps of bricks and stones from time to time. blue arc.

   jumped out like lightning, and crawled along the outer layer of the temple.

  These lightning bolts are definitely not naturally generated.

  The **** of storms, Akunda, is indeed in this temple.

   But the gate of the temple was closed and locked, and there were more than a dozen strong troll guards in armor and armed with sacrificial weapons, guarding there.

   Don’t allow others to approach.

The pirate's gaze stayed on the closed door and lock for a few seconds, his left hand stretched behind him, making a subtle rubbing motion, then turned back to look at the noble Akunda, and said directly. :

   "Honorable Akunda, the only purpose for us outsiders to come to the Great Desert of Wharton is to meet the great Akunda and seek his blessings.

   Now that we have chosen a new name and embarked on a new path as you wish, when will we meet the great Akunda? "

   "It's 'He'! You should use your honorific title, my comrade the bad guy Akunda."

  The honorable Akunda first corrected Black's "grammatical error", and then with a reverent temperament, bowed to the temple behind him, and then turned around and said to Black:

   "But it is not a coincidence that you have come, my friends, the great Akunda has been busy guarding the order of this desert for the past thousand years, and he is tired.

   A year ago, He told His humble servant, me, that He needed a break.

   Not just you, friends.

  Look at all the people gathered here, these poor people are here to see the great Akunda, but they cannot see the gods.

   So do you.

  You need to be patient, once the great Akunda regains his energy, he will surely see you. "

   "But we're in a hurry."

  The pirate shook his head, and he looked into the eyes of the noble Akunda and said:

   "We're leaving early tomorrow morning, so tonight, we're going to see Akunda no matter what."

   Hearing Black's words, Reid Blackhand snorted and put his hand on the handle of the knife behind his back. The other orcs also came together one by one with a warlike expression.

   Venerable Akunda took a step back when he saw that the situation was not good.

   There were also troll guards who were guarding outside the temple and rushed over with their weapons. Seeing that the two sides were about to clash, the priest waved his hand and said:

   "The great Akunda taught us that there are exceptions to everything, friend, don't worry."

   The next moment, he shouted at the top of his voice:

   "Akundas!"

   This voice shouted out, and the thin desert exiles around him who were eating, as if they heard some kind of call, stood up.

   Each one is as thin as a stick, but the number of people is extremely large. When two or three hundred people stood up, Black and his men fell into a numerical disadvantage.

   This scene frightened the fox leader Eudora and her clansmen with their ears shrank, shaking their tails and hiding among the orcs.

   And the orcs are not afraid of this threat at all.

   They've been mad enough along the way!

   It’s enough to be bullied by the servants of the **** of death. Now even a group of sloppy trolls who can’t get enough to eat, dare to bully them?

   Courting death!

   Seeing the violent orcs draw their weapons one after another, the noble Akunda took a few steps back and retreated to his guards. He shouted to the pirates and the exiles below:

   "Our new friend, to insist on seeing the weary and great Akunda is an offense to Loa, but the merciful God of Storms will not refuse the sincere prayers of believers.

   Therefore I hereby declare as the sole priest of the great Akunda!

   As long as our new friends can find the perfect tribute for the great Akunda, they will be allowed to meet the great Akunda. "

   This guy stopped and said to Black and his party:

   "The favorite food of the great Akunda on weekdays is the sweet sand fruit in this desert, but he has the form of a majestic beast, so he occasionally wants to taste the taste of fresh meat.

   Meat that would satisfy a loa is not easy to find in the Voldun Desert.

   But you are lucky, friends, in a cave not far from the temple, there is a dangerous creature entrenched.

   We have suffered from it, and we call it Logogo the Devourer, who has eaten too many innocent travelers, and whose flesh will surely satisfy the great Akunda.

   So, if you can bring it for Akunda."

   "click"

   Before the noble Akunda finished speaking, there was a voice that shook his heart from the closed gate of the temple behind, and the priest looked back.

   My heart is half cold.

   In the shadow of the entrance of the temple, there was a female orc in a hood, who easily twisted the unusually precise lock.

   Heck!

   That lock was brought from Zuldazar, and it was a lock with the divine power of another Loa **** "Silk Dancer" Lady Shadra!

How could    be opened so easily by a mortal?

   Possibly sensing the stunned gaze of the noble Akunda, the hooded Garona turned around and pushed open the closed door of the temple in front of her, while saying to the noble Akunda:

   "My name is Akunda the Lockpicker, Lord Priest."

   "Now, we are all Akunda, we are our own family, so don't be so outside"

   (end of this chapter)