Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 151 59. The Difficulty of the Devout

  Black's strength is still weak now.

   Including the black-toothed orcs, and the cannon fodders of the Zandalari exiles who had already returned to the pirate captain, the number of his subordinates was only more than 600.

   With such a little strength, even with the help of a legendary assassin like Garona, even with a secret weapon in his hand, to plunder the unbeliever snake man empire that dominates the northern part of the great desert is completely an act of death.

   Therefore, the cunning and vicious Black turned his target to another group of snake people.

   Midnight is the quietest time in the Great Desert of Wharton.

   is actually the busiest time.

   Many nocturnal creatures will quietly fill every part of the desert at this time. The Akunda Temple, which has been taken over by several large tribes of foxmen, is very lively.

  A large number of fox people gathered here.

   They sang and danced around the bonfire, and presented tributes to the recovering Loa **** Akunda. The thunder tuatara didn't hate these noisy little creatures.

  Because the tributes they made were more to Akunda's taste than those made by the troll exiles.

  It is getting more and more lively here.

   If it goes on like this, the Temple of Akunda will probably become the main city of the Voldun Fox people.

   However, in another place hundreds of kilometers away from here, in the Temple of the Pious, adjacent to the southwest coast of the Great Desert, the Serpents of the Pious had a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.

   Just during the day, the Faithless Snakemen attacked again.

   Those **** who have abandoned their beliefs, armed with more sophisticated weapons, rushed to this temple built on the edge of the sea cliff from all directions.

   They had an absolute advantage in numbers, and the fierce battle lasted for half a day.

  The Serpents the Devout, led by the Prophet Warwick, drove the invaders out of the Temple, but the valiant warriors of the gods were badly wounded themselves.

  Snakemen are extremely resilient, but such high-intensity battles happen almost several times a month.

   Over the years, in the continuous attack of the unbelievers, the number of devout people has been reduced by one third, and even defections have appeared.

   They firmly believe in the mysterious mistress, but belief cannot be used as food, let alone as a weapon.

   If there is no more hope, in ten years at most, the devout will not be able to sustain themselves.

"Ugh"

  In the ancient temple that was full of battle marks and the third floor had collapsed, the prophet Warwick, holding a gemstone snake staff, stood alone in the secret room on the second floor.

  This old and wise snake-man swung his long, green tail like a rattlesnake, making a rustling sound.

   It's a standard snake man.

   has beautiful skin covered with emerald green scales, lizard-like recurve and slender legs, a thin and short body, and thin arms and claws.

   There are some people who look like people.

   But when the neck goes up, it is a completely different posture.

  It has a neck as long as a cobra, and the length of the neck and head alone is similar to the length of the lower body.

   He also has a standard snake-like face, always spitting out scarlet snake letters when he speaks, and symmetrical blue lines on the **** skin on both sides of the auricle, like special organs hidden under the scales.

   With every breath, those lines light up, bursting with light like arc lightning.

   This represents Warwick's identity.

   It is a one-man serpent prophet.

  Served the Loa **** Sethralus, and thus gained more power than his companions. It was blessed by the bloodline of the mysterious mistress and could use the power of lightning.

   On its worn robe, there are also sapphires produced in the Waldun Desert. These gems and fragments have the effect of gathering lightning and are sacred to the snake people.

   "Sataris, dear god, we firmly believe that you will one day return to us, lead us, and bless your followers with glory."

  The old snake man knelt down on the ground and prayed softly to what was in front of him.

  It has a very characteristic sound.

   is very similar to the tone of snakes when they swallow snake letters. Although they are not evil, this tone always reminds people of a series of dangerous things such as poisonous snake poison.

   In addition, the snake people look like they are not good people, making it difficult for the snake people to form alliances with other races.

   But don’t blame them either.

  Their creator is like this.

   "In the green depths of the dense jungle, this place belongs to the mysterious mistress. She is gentle and vigorous, full of vitality. Her will is like steel, but her heart is free from grievances. She is tolerant of all things and has an open-mindedness.

   Believers will always be inspired and guided.

   During the years, what she saw was only for you and me, seeking. Huh? "

   The old serpent-man prophet recited a psalm in praise of Sethralus.

   But before it was finished, its eyes that were as sharp as snakes suddenly opened, and blue electric arcs danced in those lightning bolts on its body.

   "Enemy attack!"

The hoarse shout of the old prophet sounded from the second floor of the temple, and immediately there were snake warriors guarding around the temple, grabbing their thunder and lightning swords, making a hissing battle roar, rushing from everywhere .

   Thanks to the unbelievers' invasion and attack year after year, the snake people who survived in the Temple of the Devout are all true elites in a hundred battles!

   Even the severely injured snake people struggled to get up.

  The belief in their hearts makes them fearless.

  Even if he died in battle, he was sacrificed for the mysterious mistress, and his soul will return to the eternal green and peaceful holy land.

   "They found it!"

   A low and rude shout came from the other side of the sea cliff. In front of the stairway that was deliberately made narrow and difficult to navigate, Red Blackhand, who was holding the sword, shouted:

   "No need to hide! Rush! Rush with me! Defeat these serpent people! Lok'tarogar!!"

  Reid, a reckless man with a kind of ecstasy of battle, was the first to charge out of the hiding place with a knife in hand, and a group of black-toothed orcs who screamed behind him also charged with his chief.

   Those Zandalari exile cannon fodders hiding behind were also noisy.

   There was no organization and coordination at all, and after seeing the orcs rushing forward, they also rushed forward with howling.

   is just like a thief when fighting with the army. At first glance, it is not a serious elite division. Saying they are wandering soldiers is a compliment to them.

   Blake, who was in the shadows watching this scene, covered his eyes in despair.

   He cursed:

   "How can there be such a idiot in my pirate group! If it's not impossible to deal with it, Reid can't stay! He's brought my men crooked!

  What can't you do, the first place in the fight!

   When he returned to the Eastern Continent, he drove him to Black Rock Mountain to be the tyrant of the land. "

   Hearing this, the two troll ghosts floating behind him covered their mouths and laughed, but when Black glared back, the two ghosts immediately floated forward and carried out reconnaissance tactics.

  Black himself hid in the shadows, holding a short sword and dagger, threw out the hook and locked it on the edge of the temple.

  Like Tarzan the human ape, after the orcs attracted the attention of the snake man from the front, he quietly landed in the temple from the rear.

   The battle ahead is extremely fierce.

   The first wave of orcs who followed Reid dashed and slammed, just stepped onto the plaza of the Sanctuary of the Pious, when they were shot down by a wave of poisonous arrows from snakemen.

   There were also snake-man assassins hiding on the edge, and when the group of reckless men rushed over, they attacked the orcs and troll cannon fodder with slender blowing arrows.

   Snakeman's blowgun, this thing is almost a horror legend in Wharton.

  The venom on the blow dart is extracted from the snake people's own venom, which can not only paralyze the prey, but also kill the prey within a minute after stabbing it.

   This kind of silent blowing arrow is so powerful that in this desert, there is even a special term to describe them.

   is called "Thorn of Sethraliss".

  This thing has also been used by foxes and exiles to warn and scare their children, saying that if you don't obey, a snake man will stab you with the thorn of Setaris.

   Well, this intimidation effect is extremely obvious.

   Just like the scene described in an ancient snake-man poem circulating in the great desert: "Without respect, with anger, with resentment, the wind of Vol'dun will come with the thorn of Sethraliss!"

   Anyway, this thing is about to develop into a kind of foul language that curses other people to die. As long as you curse people, you are willing to be taken away by the snake people.

   But the devout serpents soon discovered that something was wrong.

   These intruders are not mindless, they have tactics!

  The first batch of orcs who were stabbed by stingers took out strange gold coins from their chests or pockets and held them in their hands.

As the gloomy wind whistled, those guys who should have been paralyzed and died, stood up one by one like nothing else, and there were also sharp-eyed snake people who found that under the moonlight, these guys seemed to have lost their flesh and blood Same.

   When they ran in the moonlight, they all turned into a fleshless skeleton.

   Those orcs do.

   So do those troll exiles!

  These **** are not afraid of death at all. With the cursed gold coins in hand, the poison of the snake people can't kill them at all, or even hurt them.

   "I love this stuff! Captain always finds good stuff!"

  Reid shouted and waved his sword, and slashed down, not caring that the halberd of the snake man in front of him pierced his chest, but just grinned and slashed the snake man from his shoulders to the ground.

   Others have followed suit.

   is like a replica of the undead fight with the Kvaldir Legion in the waters of Treasure Island.

   But the difference is that this time their enemies are not undead.

   With the help of this undead force, the undead pirates under Black's command were full of madness, and in less than ten minutes, they overturned the elite snakemen.

   A dozen hapless ghosts were smashed into black smoke and bones by the lightning summoned by the snake priest, but they recovered after a few minutes, and joined the battle with another roar.

   This is impossible to fight!

   Under the leadership of several snake-man warlords, the remaining snake-men plan to retreat into the temple to defend, and the priests will summon lightning to drown this group of undead monsters.

   But as they retreated into the temple, something more desperate happened.

   their leader.

  The powerful and wise Snake Man Prophet Warwick was being flanked by Garona and Blake, with weapons on his neck, and walked down from the second floor of the temple.

  The old prophet was full of wounds, and most of the scales on his body were stripped off, as if he had suffered abuse, which made the snake people extremely angry.

  Black was a little embarrassed.

   The wound on the old prophet of the snake man was caused when he tried to kill the grand banquet just now. Fortunately, the snake man had a strong vitality, and Garona saw that the situation was not good, and blocked Black's offensive with double blades.

  Otherwise, if they had stopped their hands just now, these elite snakemen would have to find a way to sew up the bones of their prophets and bury them.

   "Let your people lay down their arms, Prophet Warwick."

  Black said in a very non-standard snakeman language in the old snakeman's ear:

   "We didn't come to kill you, we just came to talk about a cooperation. Let's not say refusal, I know what's buried under the ruins of Atu Aman.

  You know it, you know it better than anyone.

  Trust me, I'm here to help you believers who are dying.

  You can even think of me as your mysterious mistress Setaris, the messenger sent to save you. Although I don't look like you, believe me.

  My heart is always with the devout serpents."

   (end of this chapter)