Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 152 60. Buried deep in the sand of the millennium (Part 1)--Additional updates for all brothers [15]

  Snake people, this is a group of very strange creatures.

Like the foxmen, they originated in the Great Wharton Desert, and they can only survive and multiply in this desert, but compared with the foxmen who have been unable to increase the number of them for thousands of years, the snake people can be called a prosperous race. .

   According to Manzur, the Faithless Serpents who gathered in the north of the Great Desert and occupied the Temple of Sethraliss had established their own empire.

   Their leader was called Kotek, who called himself the Great Emperor.

No one knows how many serpent people    has under his command, but even the Zandalar army guards deployed on the border of Vol'dun and Nazmir never took the initiative to provoke them.

   And Korthek is a very powerful ruler.

  It trains the snake people under its command very well. It fights bravely and madly, and it is very well-organized.

   The Faithless Empire is the largest slave trader on the Isles of Zandalar.

   They will regularly capture various creatures in the Great Desert of Vol'dun. As slaves, most of the slaves will serve the Serpent Empire, and a small part will be sold to the barbarian blood trolls of Nazmir for sacrifice.

  According to the grapevine, the Zandalar Empire occasionally buys some slaves from the serpent people from unofficial channels as servants to serve the troll nobles.

   In short, the most powerful force on the Zandalar Islands is naturally the Zandalar Golden Dynasty, but the second place is not the blood trolls of Nazmir, but these unbelievers who live in the Voldun Desert.

   The unbelievers are deliberately isolating their devout cousins, and any forces that come close to the devout serpents will be attacked by them as enemies.

   Even the fox people who traveled around the desert in caravans would take the initiative to avoid the temple of the devout, which led to the devout who were trapped in the temple and could not find any reliable allies in the desert.

   Day after day, year after year of attacks, the snakemen in the Temple of the Devout were severely injured. As for the snakemen warriors Blake saw in the temple, almost everyone was injured.

   But this in turn proves that under such extreme conditions, these snake people who have not been defeated are all elites in a hundred battles.

  The appearance of snake people is fierce and ruthless.

   Surrounded by such a group of unbeatable hob meat again, the silent momentum superimposed, making the atmosphere in the temple tense for a while.

"Um?"

  The attitude of the devout snake people made Blake a little dissatisfied. He put the demon strike in his hand on the neck of the snake man prophet and said:

   "Are you really going to die? Prophet Warwick, calm down. Before you do something stupid, you still have a chance."

   "You speak terribly serpent language, outsiders without tails. I've never seen creatures like you, are you some kind of troll too?"

   The Snake Man Prophet, held by Black and Garona, spat out a bright red letter, and green blood remained on its flat face, but his tone was not panic at all.

   Still in the mood to joke with Blake.

   "Of course, I'm a human being, and I don't have the special vocal organs of your snake people. Every time I say a word, I have to vibrate my vocal cords. I'll lose my voice in one night."

  The pirate shook the dagger in his hand and said:

   "So, don't waste your time, okay?

  My subordinates are a little rough, not very friendly, there is no way, they are a bunch of thugs, but if you look closely, you can see the kindness under their violence.

   For example, the war has been going on for so long, and no one has died yet.

   This is enough to prove that I am really here to help. "

"You put your knife to my neck, your soldiers are brutally stunning my people, locking them up like slaves, and your belligerent men surround our temple, clamoring to burn this holy place."

   The old snake man prophet stared at Black with his dark green snake pupils.

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   "Then you told me that you came with good intentions? This is not the same as 'good intentions' in my understanding."

   "Yes, we do have some mavericks, that's not a big deal."

  Blake nodded cheekily, raised his hand again, and gestured towards Maim and Evil Eye who were approaching the entrance of the temple, and the orc warrior immediately put away his knives.

  The warlock also crushed the fel flames wrapped around his palm.

   The two guys with blue faces and fangs raised their hands in a pretentious manner, showing a "friendly" smile to the snake people around them.

   "Look, we laugh too, and we laugh sincerely."

  The pirate gave Garona a wink, and the legendary assassin also removed the Kingslayer's dagger from the Snake Prophet's neck, causing Prophet Warwick to spit the snake letter again.

   This action seems to represent the psychological and emotional changes of the snake people.

   "Get your men out! Let go of my people."

  The old prophet said in a hoarse voice:

   "For those of us who are devout, there is only this temple left. This sacred place will never allow foreigners to step into it! If we can't do this, we can't talk about it."

"Simple."

  The pirate went to Maim and shouted in human language:

   "Let your brother lead people out and stop outside the temple. I'm going to talk to this proper prophet. Once I'm attacked, you guys will come in."

   Slaughter clean! Not one left!

   With the heads of these devout people, you can definitely get a lot of slaves from the unbelieving emperor Kotek. And the sealing keystone on the second floor of this temple, you must remember to bring it. "

   Having said this, Blake glanced at the Snake Prophet, and he said meaningfully:

   "Korthek the Great will definitely pay a big price for the keystone that can release the dark monster that has been buried for thousands of years under the Whardun Yellow Sand."

Maim made an OK gesture, took his orc brothers, and drove the group of exile cannon fodders who had begun to loot the temple of the pious, and retreated outside the temple amid Red's unhappy scolding. .

   Although the Serpent Prophet could not understand the human language.

   But it tasted bad and worried from the look in Blake's eyes just now.

   After the orcs and trolls left the stunned serpent elites and exited the temple, the other serpents maliciously carried weapons wrapped around thunder and lightning and forced them towards Black and Garona.

   Obviously, they didn't intend to let the intruder go.

   But the next moment, the old prophet grabbed his broken snake staff and waved his claws at his clansmen, signaling them to withdraw, take care of the wounded, and clear up their positions.

  This old prophet has a very high prestige among the snake people. Seeing it speak, the other temple guards put away their weapons and went outside the temple.

   Of course, malicious glances are indispensable.

   "I don't know if these snake people are bad or good, but their gaze is really uncomfortable."

  Garona watched the last serpent man leave the temple and said to Black:

   "To be stared at by them is like being stared at by a group of real venomous snakes."

   "Don't be so racist, ma'am."

  Black shrugged and said to Garona:

   "In the world of Azeroth, there are many strange creatures. The snake people are already pretty, and it's good to get used to it."

"follow me."

  The old prophet of the snake man took off the broken scales on his arm and threw it aside. Leaning on his broken snake staff, he walked to the second floor of the temple, walking with a limp.

  It is very old and has many old wounds, and it is no longer as brave as it used to be.

  Tonight's attack by Black and Garona was a sneak attack on the old man, not martial arts.

   It brought two intruders to the second floor of the temple, and did not shy away from them, so it opened the second floor secret room, revealing a strange stone.

   It looks like a blue rock found at random. It is as rough as the yellow sand of Wharton, but it is huge, about half the height of an adult, and there are very retro priest marks on the rock.

   There is also a blue arc jumping on it from time to time.

  The old prophet stared at the stone in front of him, its snake tail was shaking, making a rattle-like sound, indicating that it was not in a calm mood at this time.

  After a minute of silence, it reached out and stroked the stone in front of it, changed the troll language, and said to the two behind him:

   "You said just now that you know what lies beneath the ruins of Atu Aman. Really?"

   "Why should I lie to you?"

  Black put his hips on his hips and said to the old prophet:

   "If you really care about that place that much, you should know that a few days ago, my men ransacked it and wiped out the Sandfury robbers there.

   But I order my men not to destroy anything suspicious in the ruins.

   We didn’t dig down either.

  I really know what is buried under the ruins. I even know that the ruins of Atu Aman were the main city of your snake people thousands of years ago.

  You buried a terrifying abyssal creature there, and let that city weather with Vor'dun into what it is today.

   Demolisher Mythrax"

   In the last sentence, the pirate changed a strange language and said a name. The language was extremely tongue-in-cheek, like a meaningless murmur, or a strange roar.

   seems to be unable to speak in a normal tone.

When the name    was uttered, a cold wind suddenly erupted in the entire temple, causing Garona to look around suddenly, she seemed to notice it.

   "Enough! Don't say that blasphemous name in this holy place!"

  The reaction of the snake man old prophet was even greater.

   It heard this name again thousands of years later, and it turned around and threw a lightning bolt at Black, not to hurt, but to prevent him from using that weird void language to say more taboos.

   "You're crazy!"

  Warwick's voice became low and dangerous. Like a real snake, it stared at Black and kept spitting out snake letters, saying:

   "You call its name and it hears!"

   "Calm down."

  The pirate didn't care, he waved his hand and said to the old snake man:

   "I will set sail soon, leave Zandalar, and probably won't be back for a long time. I sincerely invite you devout serpents to leave with me with your relics.

  I will find an absolutely safe place for you to store your relics.

  I will help you find enough supplies, allies, and help you grow strong until you are able to return to your homeland and execute those unbelievers and traitors.

   I will even help you to resurrect your gods in a mutual aid way, instead of letting the unbelievers play around and resurrect the beloved Setaris as a dark loa.

   This is a matter for both of us, consider it, Prophet. "

  The old snake man spit out snake letters.

   It was thinking about Black's invitation, and seemed to be moved. After more than ten seconds, it looked at Black and said:

   "Outsideer, you seem to know the history of Wharton well, even better than us natives. If you are willing to answer a question for me, then we will be happy to leave the desert that nurtured us with you."

   "Tell me."

  Black opened his arms and said generously:

   "I'm happy to answer all my friends' questions."

   "Our fallen god, the beloved mysterious mistress Setaris has left us a mission. He told us that to protect Wharton is to protect the whole world.

  My people have adhered to this creed for thousands of years.

   They are proud of it, live by it, and fight by it. "

  The old snake man said slowly:

   "My question is, what reason do you think I should use to convince my steadfast clansmen to give up the great mission of protecting the world and serve a pirate?"

"This"

  Garona's expression became weird.

   This is obviously the old snake man's tactful expression of rejection.

   She glanced at Blake, but found that the latter's expression did not change at all, and the rolling of the eyeballs represented that the pirate captain was about to do something bad.

   Black snorted and said to the old snake man:

   "This is very simple.

  Because you have misunderstood the last oracle will of the mysterious Mistress Setaris from the beginning, you believers will disappoint her.

  So, in the dark, she sent me to guide you.

  Don't think I'm lying to you, calm down, listen to me slowly tell you the truth, Snake Man Prophet, your ignorance makes Sethralus cry. "

  PS:

   The first order was at 1500, but it didn’t reach 2000. It’s a pity that I can’t add ten more updates. Let’s add five more updates~ I love you~

   (end of this chapter)