Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 123 33. Northlanders in the South China Sea

  Akunda is a very simple and honest Loa.

  It has a simplicity commensurate with its size, and thinks that three outsiders have saved itself and must give back, but this does not mean that Akunda is stupid.

   Akunda's existence is measured in ten thousand years.

   In such a long time, no matter how simple Akunda is, he has accumulated enough to distinguish between interests and interests.

   After a few minutes, the three requests were all fulfilled.

  The old mage was left in the temple, while helping Akunda continue to eliminate toxins, while listening to the ancient loa telling ancient stories, legends about Wharton, about Nazmir's dark past and so on.

   Garona got a scale of Akunda.

  The **** of rebirth told her that in Akunda, she could not get the secrets that belonged to the shadows she wanted.

   But Akunda has friends too.

  This scale can bring Garona to the kindness of the Night Lord Cyric.

   She can learn the secrets of the Shadow and the Silent One from the Bat Loa who lives in Nazmir.

   what Blake got

   is a bit more peculiar.

   "This Akunda, I didn't see it, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is actually a guy who bullies good and fears evil!"

  The pirate will sit in the foxman's caravan, grab something in his hand, and complain to Garona beside him with dissatisfaction:

   "I understand that it is weak and can't fight at full strength, but at least it can go to the coast and give me a scene, right? In the end, give me one of its horns and say what can attract the power of storms and thunders"

   "If you don't want it, then give it to me?"

  Garona was really annoyed by Black, so she stretched out her hand and said to the pirate:

   "You said that Akunda was insincere, and you showed that hateful smile on your face. You were clearly satisfied, but you had to pretend that you had suffered a big loss."

   "Hey, I just want more. I'm a pirate, and being greedy is my virtue."

   Black grinned.

   put the gray-white horn in his hand into his luggage.

   This thing is the lizard horn that Akunda fell off in the past, and was made into a horn by a skilled priest back then.

   This thing is regarded as equipment in the character card, but the entry is rather strange:

   Akunda's favorite horn

  Excellent quality

  Additional effect: Summon Akunda's furious thunder, or create a storm (Cooldown: 30 days)

   does not have any attribute entry, just like the Tide Charm, it only comes with a special effect, but it does not indicate the magic level, which makes Black feel a little guilty.

   However, Akunda solemnly handed the horn to him, which may mean that the tuatara recognized the power of the horn.

   As for Akunda's inability to fight.

   As Blake said, seeing the simple and honest God of Storms in this poisonous and weak appearance, forcing him to fight will only destroy the goodwill and friendship that he finally established with God Loa.

   Besides, Akunda gave him more than just a horn.

  The pirate glanced at the character card again:

  Status: Mortal body. Slightly. Newborn mark

   That is the extra blessing that Akunda, as the **** of rebirth, gave him. The effect is to increase the speed of wound healing, which is equivalent to having a troll's racial talent of rebirth.

   It's not a loss already.

   "When are you going to go to Nazmir to find Sirik?"

  The pirate put away the horn and looked back at Garona, who was rubbing the scales with the weak arc in her hand, and she said:

   "When your business is over, it's time to go back."

   "Actually, I also know a non-mainstream Loa who is called the 'King of Thieves'."

The pirate rubbed his chin and said to Garona:

   "But that guy has a weird personality, and he doesn't have a fixed temple, so you don't necessarily have the mental preparation to accept its 'blessing'.

   That's probably why Akunda didn't tell you about it.

   However, after this matter is over, I plan to look for it. If you are interested, please come along. "

   "Would you be so kind?"

  Garona glanced suspiciously at Black, who shrugged and said:

   "Don't doubt me so much, we're friends.

   Of course, I'd be more than happy to help you out if you could help my goofy minions take down the troll gang in the ruins of Atu Aman.

   Those guys are not difficult guys for you, just take it as a movement, so as not to rust your body, okay? "

"I knew it."

  Legendary Assassin and Black became friends, not a day or two. He would hear the pirate's petty request, but he grinned and showed an expression like this.

   But also did not refuse.

   She disappeared into the shadows, left the caravan, and followed the Orc plunderers who were already riding on the coyote mount, led by the foxman guide, to the ruins of Atu Aman not far away.

   There are also some troll exiles who were forced to join the battle, their hands tied with ropes, and participated in the battle as cannon fodder.

  Akunda was poisoned by his own priests for a year, causing him to have a very bad impression of the exiles.

   This would make Blake use them as cannon fodder, and the simple Akunda did not come forward to stop it. He just thought that he was weak and recuperating. If he didn’t see it, he thought it didn’t happen.

   After Garona left, Black continued to stay in the caravan, and the warlock Evil Eye soon brought the exhausted noble Akunda, who had been tortured all night, into the caravan.

   "You follow the black hands over there."

   Black said to the Evil Eye:

   "Fill up all your soul stones while they slaughter the disobedient gang members. After you get to the coast, there is a big battle to fight, and I need you to summon demons to help.

   By the way, help me get some casting materials.

  Remember, don't let those idiots dig in the ruins of Atu Aman, there is something underneath, if you dig it out, don't expect someone to rescue you. "

   "Okay, Captain!"

  Evil Eye smiled, rubbed his hands, and kicked the troll priest under his feet before striding away.

   Before stepping out of the caravan, he did not forget to close the door for his captain.

  “呱呱呱”

   The little murloc who was sleeping soundly in Black's belt skin will also wake up.

  I'm so sorry for this little thing.

  It is an amphibian. In a ghost place like the Wharton Desert, it is like hell. Fortunately, there is a wave of dragon blood to strengthen it, so that it will not be dried by the vicious desert.

   But Rao is so, this little murloc has also entered a state similar to "hibernation", only wakes up once a day, and needs to drink a lot of water to keep the scales moist.

   "Drink, drink, you little idiot."

  The pirate brought a wooden basin from the side, poured the water in the water bag into it, and threw the sleepy little murloc into it, watching it lay in the water and spit bubbles.

   In front of Blake, the tortured Loa priest, whose body was covered in blood, was desperate.

  The pirate trimmed his nails with a priest's knife and looked at the frail troll, his eyes narrowed, as if thinking about what to do with the guy.

   He could kill him with one strike, but that would be a waste of resources.

  This noble Akunda is a master at conspiracy.

   In the past year, he has been using poisoning food and water to control the priests in the temple and the desert exiles who rushed over.

   He was careful, cautious.

   as he did with Akunda, the deity he served.

   He only puts a little bit of poison in the food every time, which confuses the mind. After years of accumulation, he will eventually gain a group of his own believers to defend him.

  If it weren't for the unexpected spoiler of Blake.

   Based on the situation and situation in the Great Desert of Wharton, as long as the noble Akunda can hold back, he will be able to achieve his goal in a few years at most.

  There are few other things in this desert, but these helpless exiles are numerous.

   Best of all, as long as the rule of the Zandalari Empire does not collapse, the exiles will be joined by new ones every year.

  According to the noble Akunda's imagination, maybe after more than ten years, he will be able to have a legion of his own! You will be able to sweep across the Waldun Desert and build your own desert kingdom.

   After several decades, he seized Akunda's divine power and became the new Loa.

   At that time, he might be able to counterattack back to Zuldazar.

   does not seek to overthrow the Golden Empire, as long as he can occupy the next marginal area rich in material, he can return to the Zandalari Empire in an upright manner.

   You can also become a high-class person, and teach those **** who banish themselves a good lesson!

   But now, all the beautiful dreams have ended in this rather bleak night tonight. In addition to the annihilation of the beautiful dreams, he also fell into the hands of a group of stinky pirates, waiting for his fate to be unknown.

   But when you think about it with your heels, you know that your future is already bleak.

"Snapped"

   The blood-stained mask on his face was removed by Black, revealing the true face of this guy, but unexpectedly, the face under the mask was not a Zandalari troll.

   "You, actually a frost troll?"

  Blake's eyes widened when he saw the face with thick bristles under this guy's mask.

   He took another look at the robe on this noble Akunda. The pirates noticed before that this guy wrapped himself tightly in the robe, and he wore a mask on his face, basically showing no skin.

   Now that the mystery is revealed, it is no wonder that this guy has to cover up so much.

   "Which clan are you from?"

  The pirate looked into those weak eyes and asked:

   "Drakari? Frost temples? Ice axes? Did you come to Zandalar from Northrend?

   I know there is a tradition among your troll clans. Every six years, all troll clans in Azeroth will send messengers to Zandalar to truce, discuss and form alliances in this holy land of all trolls.

  It is because of this that you appeared on the other side of the world away from your hometown? But how do you keep your back straight? Do you work out hard every day? "

   Venerable Akunda gritted his teeth and said nothing.

   But it can be seen from his expression that he was full of surprise and fear for Blake's discovery of his secret and the human pirate's understanding of troll customs.

   "You may not know, but I am very curious about the human landscape of Northrend."

  Blake took out the Thrashing Blade from his waist and rubbed it on the tip of his finger. The sharp blade vibrated lightly. The pirate lowered his head and looked at the stubborn troll.

   He said softly:

   "You learned last night that I'm a warlock in addition to being a pirate. I know your secrets in many ways, frost troll.

   So you better talk while you can.

  You see, Akunda is awake now, and I still haven't killed you, which means that I have some kind of expectation for you, do you understand? "

   The expression of the frost troll changed.

   He looked at Black suspiciously, and after a few seconds, the frost troll whispered:

   "My name is Zalak, and I'm a real Zandalar troll! Even though I have a Drakkari face.

  My mother was a true Zandalari troll, a priest of the spider **** Shadra.

  My father was an emissary sent to Zandalar by Malak, the Frost King of the North. Unfortunately, their union was not out of admiration or love, it was just a conspiracy against my father.

   He failed to escape the web of conspiracy set by the Silk Dancer priests.

   But my birth was an accident.

  My mother was as ruthless and ruthless as the gods she worshipped, and I was an orphan the day after I was born, which may be why I was so out of touch with the Zandalari trolls.

   Although I grew up here.

   You're interested in Northrend, I don't doubt it. But unfortunately, I don't know more about that extremely cold place covered with snow all year round than you. "

   "Well, that means you're useless to me?"

  The pirate grinned and revealed a sinister smile. He stuck out his dagger and said to the complicated troll in front of him:

   "There's only one way left for you, poor fellow."

   "You unbeliever, are you going to tell all your secrets honestly now? Or, I'm going to send you to see your father now with kindness?"

   (end of this chapter)