Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 122 32. Gratitude of the Tuatara

   It was so busy all night, and when the dawn of the desert came, the ruined towns around Akunda Temple had been sacked by pirates.

   When the surrounding fox tribes drove caravans and rushed to the temple in the sunlight of dawn, they saw a large number of various items stacked on the square of the temple.

   The shirtless green-skinned orcs around them picked up more heavy objects and continued to pile on them.

   Orc Warlock Evil Eye cameo as "Appraiser".

   His knowledge is not necessarily higher than other orcs, but as a warlock, he is always more sensitive to magic items.

   And he was specially instructed by the captain to leave only those treasures that are of high value and easy to carry, and those that are a little heavier will be discarded.

   "Several little foxes, come here, come here, I have something to tell you."

   Seeing the foxmen leaders of several different tribes get together, they did not come up to the platform, probably because they were frightened by the fierce orcs who were fully armed and guarding the treasure.

   Black, who was smoking a pipe, took the initiative to wave to them, and Eudora stepped forward to act as a bridge of communication, and the fox leaders came over with peace of mind.

  The fox people are not a matriarchal clan, and both men and women may become leaders.

   But these leaders are much older than Eudora.

   Well, these cowardly natives in the Waldun Desert who have been helpless and have never been able to develop, are actually the **** longevity species.

  According to Eudora, under normal circumstances, foxmen can live to be two hundred years old.

   In this way, the entire world of Azeroth basically belongs to the human race, which is a short-lived species, and other races are always at the bottom of two or three hundred years, which is really frustrating.

   But there are benefits too.

   The long lifespan has accumulated enough calm wisdom, the kind of wisdom that they can know the situation in front of them without Blake's rendering.

  Therefore, when they walked to the pirate captain, several fox leaders leaned over and saluted at the same time, their attitude was very submissive, probably thinking of Black as a fierce character similar to the leader of the desert gang.

   But no.

  Black is much worse than those little bandits who roost in the desert.

   "The messenger sent by my quartermaster should have already told you my needs."

  Blake was smoking a pipe, and without talking nonsense, he pointed directly at the pile of things on the main hall square beside him and said:

   "I want all the caravans and coyote mounts in your tribes to pay with those things. How you divide it, discuss it yourself, I will not participate.

  I will take the troll exiles near the Akunda Temple.

   So after this temple, it will be handed over to you to control.

Is there a problem? "

   Faced with his question, several hooded foxmen leaders look at me, I look at you, and finally the eldest foxman said:

   "Mr. Black, we are willing to give our caravans and coyotes, and we are willing to take this temple and transform it into the largest market town in the Waldun Desert.

   But we have a small request. "

   The fox man elder secretly looked at Black's expression, and said:

   "Akunda Temple, very close to the ruins of Atu Aman, where a group of fierce desert gangs swarmed, if we took over the temple, they would definitely know that something happened to the **** Akunda.

  They will surely come to rob us, why don't we invite you and your warriors"

  Pirates can feel the tangle of these foxmen.

   The race of the little fox people is really unbearable in terms of force. This is determined by their innate qualities, and they are not as strong as these Zandalari trolls.

   And the Zandalar trolls who straightened their backs are almost the tallest in Azeroth in terms of height, and the Tauren who have not yet appeared can compare with them.

   is also blessed with the regeneration ability of gods beliefs and races, and is not afraid of being injured when fighting, and is extremely vicious.

   An adult foxman is not even as tall as the waist of other Zandalari trolls, and he is not as short as the dwarves, but all of them are muscular.

   Once the Zandalari desert gangs gathered near the temple really attacked, the fox people really couldn't stop it.

   "It's alright, Akunda, the shameful **** Loa, will wake up soon."

  Blake waved his hand and gave these foxmen a reassurance first, then rolled his eyes and pushed his blindfold. He rubbed his chin and said to several foxmen leaders:

   "Besides, I am going to Fenghua Oasis, and the ruins of Atu Aman are just blocking my way. Today, the warriors under my command will spend a day cleaning up there.

   But we are not familiar with the local terrain”

   "We can provide guides!"

   The elder fox man rolled his eyes, immediately pricked up his ears, and said to the pirate:

   "We can also provide healing potions and food. We live nearby and are familiar with the ruins. Although our clansmen can't fight, we can help in the rear."

   "Then it's settled."

  The pirate grinned and left his quartermaster Eudora to discuss the next thing with these fox leaders, and then called over the two Black Hand brothers who were drinking.

   told them to prepare for battle and capture prisoners, the warlike orcs responded immediately, and soon began to sharpen their knives.

   "Captain, this is your share."

  The orc warlock Evil Eye sneaked forward and handed two full magic bags to Black, he said:

   "There are not many magic items in this place, but they are all very ancient handicrafts. They can be brought back to the Eastern Continent and sold to collectors who are knowledgeable in exchange for a lot of money."

  Black nodded, put the two bags back on his waist, and hooked his fingers again.

  Evil Eye winked and handed over two small packets of treasure.

The pirate carried these two bags, glanced at the rising sun, and walked into the silent Akunda Temple. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Merry Winter Breeze feeding the big lizard some kind of hot water. Sparkling purple potion.

   A stench reverberated in the temple.

   The legendary assassin, Garona, leaned against the pillar of the temple, playing with a troll-style flying knife in her hand, watching the scene in front of her with interest.

   "Hey, your share."

  Black casually threw a bag of treasures to Garona, and the assassin was not polite, took it, and threw it into his magic bag without looking at it.

   With strength at her level, there is not much demand for things like money.

   She is a shadow walker and really needs money. Just go around the royal treasury of any country and you will have everything.

   At this point in Azeroth, there may be many people who can beat Garona.

   But those who can find her in the shadows can be counted with one hand.

   "Master, when will Akunda wake up?"

  Black waited for Merry Winterwind to pick up the empty potion bottle, and then asked in a low voice, the half-lich shook his head, and reached out to touch Akunda's thick scales that were no longer flashing lightning.

He says:

   "That peculiar toxin is not only affecting its demigod body, but also interfering with its beast mind, and perhaps arousing the dark side in its heart.

   I can weaken the poison, but I'm not a priest or a warlock, and I don't have the ability to touch souls. "

   "I am!"

  The pirate's eyes lit up and he stepped forward with confidence.

   He held Gul'dan's skull in his left hand, and flicked the shadow magic in his right hand, and threw the only Warlock Magic Fear that he had currently mastered towards Akunda's huge body.

   The old mage did not interfere with this process.

He looked at Blake's poor technique, the mana model was full of errors in details, and the power was supposed to be very small, but under the magical increase of Gul'dan's skull, the fear spell that reached a very exaggerated level disappeared in the Lizard God. on the body.

   Akunda's huge body vibrated, and arcs swept across his body, but he still didn't wake up.

   "A few more."

   The old mage leaned on a pine stick and said:

   "Don't be afraid, it's very weak and won't attack you immediately even if it wakes up.

   In addition, pay attention to the movement of the spell and the construction of the mana model. In Dalaran, you will be expelled from the mage tower by the instructor and moved to the sewers to live. "

"it is good."

  The pirates were suddenly embarrassed.

   The second time he cast the spell, he was much slower, and he paid attention to the details. After that, he cast the spell three times in a row, all of which were picked on by Meri Dongfeng.

   But the result is good.

  When the fifth strengthening fear spell was thrown into Akunda's body, the lizard **** finally woke up from the weakness of his soul.

   "Ow!"

   It raised its head and let out a weird howl, like a nightmare, causing the arcs on its body to spread out densely like a cluster eruption.

   A terrifying static field was formed in an instant.

  Blake could feel his newly grown hair standing on end, surrounded by blue grids.

  I dare not move.

   For fear of attracting an attack from Akunda, who has just woken up and is still not very clear.

  This thing is a real Loa.

   The demigods derived from the power of life are a lot higher than the legendary power. If they really want to start a fire, even if Garona and Merry Winter Wind are here, Black may not be able to escape.

   In terms of pure power, Akunda is already the most powerful creature Black has encountered since his rebirth.

  Well, Deathwing doesn't count.

   That guy cannot be summed up in a normal power system.

   It is heterogeneous in every way.

   "Ah, brave little creatures, you saved me."

  Akunda quickly recovered from the stress response of waking up. It shook its head like a giant dragon, and immediately withdrew its power of thunder, making the temple quiet.

   Outside the shrine, witnessing Akunda's divine power, those Zandalari exiles who had been poisoned for a long time and whose brains were not very clear, instantly fell to the ground.

   The fox people who came to receive the temple were also shaking their bodies, and like the exiles, they sang the greatness and power of Akunda.

   But the tuatara obviously didn't want to talk to them.

  It is somewhat difficult to use its weak limbs to prop up its body and wag its tail, like walking on a hill.

   used those pure white eyes wrapped in electric arcs to look at the three creatures in front of him. Although it was in a coma before, it seemed to be able to sense what was happening around it.

  The urn was angry, and said to the three people in front of him:

   "Akunda the wise, Akunda the villain, and Akunda the lockpicker, thank you for your heroic help in saving me from that terrible fate.

   The web of Shadra's conspiracy has covered me, Jibul's warning is right, I was too blunt to notice the darkness creeping into me.

   Ah, even the desert of Whardun, which has always been peaceful, will be coerced into the political struggle of the Zanchuli Council.

   I am outraged by the outrageous plots of those Zandalar trolls.

   After I fall, they may extend their claws to Jibul, who is full of courage and justice. Perhaps, I should leave the temple and go to Zuldazar with Jibul to report this to the mighty Rezan.

   But until then, as Akunda, I must give you my thanks and praise. "

   The tuatara shook its head as it spoke, and it seemed to have some slurs. Of course, it was also possible that the tuatara spoke like this. However, it still tried hard to maintain its majesty as Loa, and said to the three in front of him:

   "Tell me, little ones, what do you want from Akunda, don't be tight-lipped."

   The three looked at each other.

   The old mage was the first to speak. He bowed to Akunda and said:

   "As a spellcaster, I am very concerned about the dark forces on Zandalar, and I need answers from history."

   Garona spoke a second time, and she said to Akunda:

   "I am the Shadow Walker, I seek the way of the shadows, and I long to know the mysteries of the shadows."

  Black was the last to speak.

  Compared to the vain things like wisdom and power pursued by the first two people, what pirates want is very pure and direct.

   He raised his head and said to Akunda:

   "I'm being chased by a servant of a mad woman, worse than old Bwonsamdi, and I'm ready to fight the wicked's servant to the death.

   I need your help, Akunda.

  I need you to use your storm and thunder to smash that **** when necessary! "

   (end of this chapter)