Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1409 42. Although I did nothing, you still owe me a favor

  Akunda's simple and honest character is easy to win the favor of others, such a powerful Loa who basically does not play tricks, and compared with the scornful old Bwonsamdi, it is as perfect as a saint.

   Therefore, although Akunda built his shrine in the desert of Waldun, which was so barren to birds, it already had a huge number of followers.

Not only are there many exiled trolls in the Waldun Desert who choose to join the Temple of Akunda to make a living, but even in the temple of the mountains in Zuldazar, the core area of ​​the Zandalari troll empire, there are people everywhere who praise Akunda. Da's reputation.

  Black likes to make friends with the thunder lizard Loa.

   If it wasn't for the fact that he had a better choice, it was actually a good career plan to pass by Wharton and choose to become a Loa priest of Akunda when he was in trouble.

   Just like the "big scavenger" under the command of the old Ghani.

  Akunda also has its own system of divine choice, and each Loa has a divine choice, but not every Loa can treat his followers with the same sincerity as Old Ghani and Akunda.

   As far as Black's cognition is concerned, there are not many good things in Loa! Just look at the slick Bwonsamdi, that's the norm for Loams.

   These guys are either cunning or insidious, or the Beast Loa is doing things randomly from his mood, and it is very tiring to be their gods and followers.

   But unfortunately, the career path of Akunda is closer to the way of shamanism, and it is not very suitable for Black to play, and Akunda's own strength is only a powerful demigod.

   This means that the end point of the career system it gives is at most the limit of a demigod, and as a believer, it is impossible to be stronger than Loa itself.

   Although it is extremely lucky for ordinary professionals to become a demigod, for stinky pirates with lofty aspirations, the limit of a mere weak demigod is obviously not enough.

   But when you encounter a fat sheep like Akunda, you will feel sorry for yourself if you don't shove it hard.

   So Black made an agreement with Akunda, and when the situation in the Voldun Desert was stable, he invited Akunda to send his priests to Tol Barad.

While spreading the faith for Akunda over there, while giving Akunda's divine power to the shaman apprentices of Nartharas College, Black obviously hopes that an "Akunda God's Choice" will be born in the college. of.

   But there is no need to tell Akunda about this thought.

  Fina and Xiaoxing soon got together with Akunda. They encouraged the **** of lizards to take them out for a walk in the desert. Akunda hesitated.

   It just got full and doesn't really want to move.

   Maiev, who couldn't be free, took the Void Watchers to the ruins of Atu Aman, but Ms. Warden was still worried. She wanted to see with her own eyes what was under the seals that were dug through by the snake men.

   As for Blake.

  The smelly pirate will be in the back room of Akunda Shrine, talking to an uninvited "guest".

  Blake walked into the dimly lit room and saw a hooded troll sitting behind the table with a strange incense burner on the table.

The smell of    is very strange, and the incense burnt does not spread, as if being pulled by some force to form a mirror of smoke in front of the troll.

   He was performing some kind of ritual.

   looked at the gods, but the pirates saw what this guy was doing at a glance.

   "The draenei prophet Velen saw the future not only by his own talents, but also because he had an Atama crystal in his hand that could reveal fragments of the future.

   That thing is called Soul Song, and it is quite a magical thing.

   I have touched it too, but unfortunately the song of the soul is not willing to show me those changeable futures, maybe because the crystal knows that those futures are worthless in front of me.

   As you are now trying to peer into the future.

   Worthless! "

  Black walked forward very rudely, sat opposite the mysterious old troll, and rudely stretched out his hand to break the mirror of smoke gathered in front of his eyes.

   He rested his chin on his hand, looking at the old troll with his head raised in front of him, the tired eyes under the hood, and his thick fangs decorated with gold rings.

   and the vicissitudes of white hair that spread out from the edge of the hood.

   "Hello, Zul."

  Smelly Pirate grinned and said:

   "We finally met after the air-to-air encounter in Pandaria. I've always had a question deep in my heart that I've always wanted to ask you in person.

Before I take Thor's heart, you have plenty of opportunity and time to complete the 'Promise of Ages' between the mogu and the Zandalari trolls, you should know that once you resurrect Thor, rely on him and his mogu The power of the empire, the Zandalari Golden Dynasty, which has been declining, is likely to rise from this.

  Why didn't you do that? "

   Faced with this question, Zul, the dark prophet opposite the pirates, was silent for a few seconds, and he said in a hoarse voice:

   "Yeah, why didn't I do that? Can you tell me why? My peerless fellow, Black Prophet Black."

   This old troll has a magnetic voice.

   But it's not the kind of magnetism that can make people feel warm and yearning. On the contrary, Zul's tone when he speaks is like the hollow voice of a traditional villain.

   It's like talking to Blake here with a body, not a real living soul.

   This is probably because the troll in front of him has seen many disasters and unchangeable fates in his life, so he has become quiet and lonely.

   But the Dark Prophet Zul is indeed a big man in troll civilization.

   He is not only the chief priest of the Zandalar trolls, the brother of King Rastakhan, the King of Gold, but also a figure that is respected by troll clans all over the world.

   Even the Northland Drakkari frost trolls, who have always been savage and unwilling to obey civilization, send envoys to Zandalar to attend troll conferences every six years.

   Those northern barbarian trolls did not respect the majesty of King Rastakhan, but they respected the prophecy of the Dark Prophet Zul.

  Every word from Zul's mouth will set off a storm inside the troll civilization, and one look of his can even decide the fate of a troll clan thousands of miles away.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status of the Dark Prophet Zul in the troll civilization is equivalent to that of Alonthos Faol in the human race and Tyrande Windspeaker in the kaldorei elves. Same.

   He was different from the weak Velen.

  Zul is a ruthless character who can really cool down and kill decisively. Once he predicts that certain clans or a certain person will threaten the existence of trolls, he will not hesitate to get rid of them.

   As far as Black knows, in the past few hundred years, there were at least seven troll clans destroyed by Zul's prophecy.

   Such a person is very dazed in front of the pirates, which is obviously abnormal.

   In the face of Zul's rhetorical question, Blake was playing with his jade pipe, and he stretched his voice and said:

   "Perhaps because you saw the end of your adventure, you expected that even if Thor was resurrected, he and his empire would collapse again under the counterattack of the pandaren and their allies.

  After the death of Thor, as the one who dominated all this, you will also usher in a bad prison time for yourself.

  You may have seen that future

  You will be escorted to a city in the human kingdom as a prisoner, spend a long time in a dark cell and see more hopeless futures until you torture yourself crazy.

Am i right?

   my peers. "

"Ha ha."

  Zul let out a low, short laugh, and said:

"The part you predicted is not exactly the same as the future I saw in my dream, it can only be said that it is exactly the same. You can really see the future, and it is exactly the same as when I was young. omnipotent.

   Unfortunately, my efforts failed.

   And you succeeded.

  Tell me, Blake, is the future of chaos and chaos in my eyes yours? "

"Yes."

  The pirate nodded and asked:

   "Will I offend you by disturbing the future so wantonly? Your Excellency Zul."

   "No, I'm relieved, in fact, I've never been so happy when I saw with my own eyes the images of an otherwise cold and hopeless future crumble before my eyes."

  Zul's voice suddenly increased a few degrees, he straightened his back, took off his hood, and looked at Black with those vicissitudes of life eyes.

   He said seriously:

   "I can no longer predict the future, but my eyes are no longer in darkness, and I have found the meaning of perseverance, which fills my heart with courage to reject the temptation from darkness.

   I know that no news is the best news, and no destiny is the best destiny.

   In this regard, not only me, the whole Zandalar, and the whole world should thank you, my friend I have never met.

  While they would never appreciate something that never happened, for those of us who make a career of peeking into the future, you have done wonders like never before. "

   "I feel like you're flattering me, and it makes me think something's wrong."

  Black rolled his eyes and said to the troll prophet in front of him:

   "You don't have to put yourself in such a low profile, Mr. Zur, I know how powerful you are, so I won't let my guard down on you just because of a few happy compliments.

  Are you just spying on the future?

Is    in the Vol'dun Desert, and the future of Zandalar as a whole? Tell me, what did you see in that smoke that made you so downcast? "

   "I saw the fall of the Zandalar."

  Zul didn't hide it either. He was as frank as Velen at the time. He said to Black:

   "I saw the mighty Rezan fall into a sinister trap, I saw the monsters resurrected from Vol'dun destroy the giant seal of Dazar'alor, and I saw countless blood plague trolls besieging the city of gold.

   I saw the dead rise under the blood moon, I saw my best brother and my greatest king Rastakhan die on his throne.

   I saw the end of Zandalar's Eternal Glory.

  It was the most horrific scene I've ever seen, it deeply shocked me as an old troll, made me unhappy, and kept me out of the shadow of prophecy."

   "Then do you see who caused this?"

  Black interrupted Zul's long and terrifying description, and he asked directly:

"Who killed the royal family Lo'Araizan? Who forced the King of Gold to bow down to old Bwonsamdi? Who was secretly planning the destruction of Zandalar, and who sealed the world-destroying beast from the Titans release?"

  The pirate's eyes were fixed on the old troll in front of him.

   The latter hesitated for a long time, and after a full two minutes of silence, Zul lowered his head and sighed in the darkness.

He says:

   "It's me. The future me that is swallowed up by despair and powerlessness.

   Any Prophet has the potential to be a Destroyer, unfortunately, I have a good chance of going down that path in the future, but your presence can save me.

   This is really amazing. The old prophet who predicted the future like me needs a human being less than my grandson's age to save him.

  The most amazing thing is that you haven't done anything yet, and my future will change because of you. "

   "That's right!"

  Black clapped his hands, and with a smile on his face, said to Zul:

   "Such a confession is the basis for the cooperation of the two prophets.

   You said it yourself, although I haven't done anything yet, I have rescued you from your sad fate, so you owe me a huge favor.

   Remember to return it.

   And since you have told the biggest secret in your heart, I will not hide it. But before we get down to business, let's make another thing clear, my dear prophet of darkness. "

  The pirate knocked on the table and said to Zul:

   "You sent me a message through Vol'jin, you didn't interfere with my acquisition of Thor's Heart, and you didn't take the opportunity to cause trouble in Pandaria.

   On this condition, you ask me not to interfere with your help in Northrend to help the Drakkari defend against the Scourge of Death and save those loa who are threatened.

   Apparently, you also see in future prophecies the death conquest of the frost trolls of Zul'Drak by Frostmourne's sword bearers.

   But as far as I know, the salvation of your priests in the northern land did not go well, where the rural Loams were unwilling to leave their homeland.

  I know that in order to preserve the power of troll civilization in the upcoming demon war, you will continue to use various means to persuade those demigods and Drakkari trolls to return to the South China Sea.

   But that's not what I want to see.

  You saved those loa, which means that the power of the Scourge will be weakened, which in my opinion does more harm than good.

  Let's make a deal. "

  Black raised a finger and waved it in front of Zul, saying:

   "You allow the stubborn barbarians and their gods to suffer in the North, stop trying to save their fate, and I'll help you keep the Zandalar under the threat of G'huun.

  The Golden Dynasty has many troubles.

   You and the King of Gold have much more to do than caring for your savage brethren on another continent.

   As far as I know, the city of Zul'Gurub in Stranglethorn Vale was sacked by Stormwind not long ago, and there are lost troll clans that you can gather.

   For the same reason, there are the Sandfury trolls in Kalimdor, the Evil Branch trolls in the northern border of the Eastern Continent, etc. They are all allies that the Zandalari trolls can win over. "

   "You want me to give up the frost troll?"

  Zul's tone became low, and he said:

   "You are asking me to give up my duty as a troll prophet, and make me turn a blind eye to my compatriots who are about to die! You are asking me to watch them die.

  What a terrible request”

   "It's more than that."

  The pirate grinned and said:

   "I also heard that there were too many treasures in the ten thousand year treasure house of the Golden Dynasty, which led to the birth of a very strange 'golden element' due to the influence of voodoo.

   It is called Fengling.

  Cannot guard treasures, and can breed more treasures over time. It is really a rare symbol of wealth in the world. Whoever owns it will have an inexhaustible treasure.

I want it!

  I want the King of Gold to present to me his cherished wealth, which is a symbol of wealth, and I will send that symbol of wealth to my secret treasury.

  I know that King Rastakhan will not give away his royal treasure so easily, so, Lord Zul, you will be my lobbyist to convince your great brother and king. "

   This increasingly rude request made Zul frown.

   The Dark Prophet seemed to want to get angry, but he suppressed his anger and asked:

   "You made such excessive demands. I think you can pay us very well. Tell us the benefits you can bring us, Prophet in Black."

  Black nodded, and he said in a short tone:

   "I can't allow N'Zoth to successfully free G'huun from the Uldir seal, which means I'll lose control of the entire South China Sea situation.

   That is not in my interest.

   So, we have to get rid of G'huun's troubles before it spreads, I mean, once and for all the shadow that has been with the Zandalari dynasty since its inception.

   I do take a lot from you, Dark Prophet.

   But I am also quite generous in return to you.

  I will help you solve all your worries, and I will give you a Zandalari dynasty that can lead the re-emergence of troll civilization without any pressure!

  In my opinion, the troll empire led by the Zandalar trolls will eventually return to the center stage of this world, and I have seen that future.

   From this point of view, I don’t think I want much.

   What I take away is your past, but what I will give you is the future. As we all know, the future is priceless! "

   In the darkness, the pirate lowered his head and lit his pipe, and when he looked up he gave Zul a sincere smile and said:

   "So, think about it."

   (end of this chapter)