Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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Under the dark desert night, the night was dark and windy. Red Black, who was carrying a sword on his back, rubbed his hands, took a step forward, and kicked the house next to the Akunda Temple.

The wooden door was kicked open by the orc chief, and as the moonlight passed, a few rays of shining light suddenly reflected in the dark room.

"Everyone move out!"

Blackhand laughed, waved his hand and pointed forward, shouting to the orcs behind him.

The greenskins cheered.

Under the horrified gaze of the temple priests nearby, they rushed into the warehouse where supplies were stored and began to plunder. The same thing was happening in other places with the temple as the center.

The orcs were divided into several small groups, led by the frightened Akunda priests, and rushed to where they stored food, water and other supplies.

The pirates definitely don't want food and water.

They want something more valuable.

For example, pirate Captain Black is currently directing his pirates to carry out a round of precise "smashing, smashing, and looting" activities against the Akunda Temple.

"Those gems! The gold leaf on the wall, and the gold objects, take them all away! Take them all away. The kind Akunda wants those things to be useless, but they are very useful to us.

Move softly! asshole.

The delicate goldware is worthless if it is damaged.

Art! Do you understand?

The artistic value of that thing is far more valuable than its gold content. "

The pirate stood in the square of the Akunda Temple, with his hands on his hips and his left hand waving constantly. Under his command, Maimu and a group of orcs were looting all the valuable things from the Akunda Temple.

By the way, these trolls really have a lot of background.

In the desolate and barren place of Wharton Desert, they were able to find so many gem-inlaid jars and works of art, and they were all sent to the Temple of Akunda as sacrifices in the name of faith.

But if you think about it more carefully, the Wharton Desert has not always been a desert.

Before it was transformed into a desert by the power of creation, there was civilization here, not only the civilization of the trolls, but also the civilization of the snake people hiding in the northern part of the desert.

The fox people are a civilization that was born after Wodun became a desert.

They just know that there are many ancient ruins and ancient secrets under the desert, but they don't know the source of those secrets.

But Black knew.

In fact, if his trip to Wharton hadn't been too tight, he would have been in the mood to stay here for a few months and do "archaeological" work.

There are some very "interesting" things buried underground in this desert. If they can get it, it will definitely be of great benefit to Blake's future piracy career.

"Eudora, send someone to contact the nearby fox tribe and ask your tribe to come over as quickly as possible to take over the Akunda Temple.

Bring some more caravans along the way. "

The pirates were cursing and directing the clumsy orcs to plunder, and then diverted their energy to say something to the fox leader who had set up a cauldron and was boiling the potion.

The formula for this potion was given to them by Meili Dongfeng.

It is said that it can make those Akundas who have hallucinations re-remember the past. However, while the effect is powerful, the taste is a bit bad, which makes the foxes with a keen sense of smell complain.

"But this is the temple of the trolls."

Eudora was a little hesitant. The small fox-man swung his big tail and said to Blake:

“Ever since my grandfather’s grandfather’s generation, this place has been controlled by trolls. We fox people occasionally stop here, but we don’t believe in Akunda.

This is somewhat unjustifiable.

It would be better to go to the Jibur Temple on the other side of the desert. There are real Loa priests there, all believers of Jibur, the tiger body. It might be better to ask them to take over the temple. "

"Whatever you want, but I need more caravans."

Blake looked at Eudora, shook his head, sighed and said:

"And your people also need a solid base camp. You looked very smart before, why are you so stupid now? Even an outsider like me knows that trolls are not the only ones who believe in Loa on this land.

Those mysterious ancestor turtles would go to the jungle border of Nazmir every few years to make a pilgrimage to worship their Loa god, the giant turtle Toga.

It is precisely because the Zandalari Trolls also believe in Toga that they allow the Ancient Turtles to have a small camp in Zuldazar.

You fox people have no faith, right? Why not get yourself one?

I think Akunda is quite suitable. When you become the priest of Akunda, then your whole family will move to the temple of Akunda and be protected by a powerful Loa.

Isn't it better than wandering around in the desert? "

"We fox people are not without faith!"

Eudora corrected:

“It’s just that we ourselves don’t know who we believe in.

Our ancestors have tried the method you mentioned, but Loa does not accept our belief. They say that the origin of us fox people is sacred, and no Loa is qualified to accept our worship.

But you are right, we do need a base camp. "

The fox leader nimbly jumped onto the stone pillar next to her, and with a shrewd gaze, she scanned the buildings around the Akunda Temple. She said softly:

"Although this canyon is a little dilapidated, it is not far from the seaside, there are water sources nearby, and it is not far from Fenghua Oasis. If it is properly repaired, it can accommodate at least 10,000 people!

There are ruins of Atuaman nearby, where many exiles gather, and they have their own desert gangs."

"Don't worry, they won't be a problem soon."

The pirate looked at the desert exile trolls who were driven by the orcs to stay in the open space, and he said softly:

"I want to fight a war in Zemlan Port. I need a lot of warriors and a lot of cannon fodder. Let your tribe come and let them bring enough caravans.

I will leave them enough food and water, and a clean temple.

From now on, this place, Akunda Temple, will belong to you. "

"good!"

Eudora jumped off the stone pillar and whistled, and several coyote mounts came flying towards her. She gave some instructions to some of her shrewd tribesmen.

They jumped on the coyote, brought water, and rushed into the desert at night to contact the nearby fox tribe.

Although these fox people are small in stature and have a timid side in their character that seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, the pirates like them very much for their courage in matters that are really related to their race.

"I'm taking the caravan back!"

Eudora turned back to Blake and said:

"I'm going to pick up all the clansmen I left behind at the temple. Don't worry, I'll try my best to come back before noon tomorrow so I won't miss the time to send you to Zemlan Port.

I'm sorry I lied to you before, Blake. "

The fox leader said with a hint of guilt:

“There is actually a faster way to the port of Zemland.

We started from the Akunda Temple. Instead of walking along the rugged coastline, we walked northwest, passing through the ruins of Atu Aman, and rested for a night at Fenghua Oasis.

Then head southwest from the oasis.

Although this road has to cross the desert, it is very flat, so it only takes four days to reach the port of Zemland. "

"You lied to me, you lied to a cruel pirate, Eudora, you little fox is so brave!"

Blake stroked the hilt of the dagger at his waist and said quietly:

"How should I punish you?

Ah, how about this, how about you join my pirate group? I asked you to be my quartermaster, which is a very prestigious position on a pirate ship. "

"Oh well."

Eudora glanced around, lowered her head and said:

"But I am the only one. I have to make sure there is no danger before I can take my people on your ship. And I must see your ship first!"

"Go ahead, you cunning bastard."

The pirate waved his hand and lost interest in talking.

The leader of the fox men laughed slyly and turned back to brew the unpleasant potion.

Within a few minutes, the sneaky orc warlock Evil Eye slipped out of the temple. He ran quickly to the captain. Unable to bear the excitement in his heart, he looked around, lowered his voice, and asked urgently:

"Captain, you just said that the power of Loa from these trolls can really be taken away?"

"sure."

Blake glanced at the temple surrounded by thunder and lightning, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Actually, as far as I know, being betrayed and assassinated by one's own priests and seizing divine power is almost considered the 'inherited craft' of the Loa priests.

Since the trolls established a belief system with the Loa, nine out of ten Loa who died in the material world died from backstabbing by their own people.

Loa is just a demigod evolved from the original power of life.

Although each is beyond death.

But since there are entities in the material world, it means that their divine power can of course be taken away. I know what you are thinking, Evil Eye.

But unfortunately, there are things I don’t know.

For example, how to seize the power of a Loa god is a taboo secret in the troll civilization, and is only spread among those Loa priests with evil intentions.

I don't know. "

A trace of regret suddenly flashed in the orc warlock's eyes.

But soon, his one eye looked at the noble Akunda who was chained to the ground not far away, with a gray face, holding his head and shivering.

The warlock's eyes lit up again.

He said to his captain in the unique gloomy tone of a warlock:

"This guy dares to poison his own Loa. He must know how to gain power! Captain, you see how weak this big lizard is. It's not as good as us.

It’s here anyway, right? "

"This time, forget it."

Blake's eyes flashed with interest, but he quickly gave up the plan.

He said to the power-hungry sorcerer:

"Although I don't know how to capture Loa's divine power, I at least know one thing. If you want to capture Loa's divine power, you have to put Loa into his weakest state.

The guy poisoned Akunda, but only for a year.

He had no other helpers, so he could only do it secretly by himself.

In one year, we have to deal with a powerful Loa like Akunda. He is far from reaching the point where Akunda's divine power can be extracted. At the speed of his poisoning, it will take at least ten years.

It could even take decades to drive the God of Storms into true weakness.

In other words, we're early.

But it's okay, Evil Eye. "

The captain patted Xieyan on the shoulder and said softly:

"This world is very big, Evil Eye. Not only does the Zandalar Empire have Loa on the island, but it also has the eastern continent, Kalimdor, Northrend in the north, and the empire in the mist.

Loa exist in many places, and not all of them are as powerful and difficult to deal with as Akunda.

We always have a chance. If conditions permit, you may be able to experience the feeling of being a Loa in the future, provided that you can survive under my command until that time.

For now, focus on the present. "

Blake took off two empty magic bags from his waist and handed them to Evil Eye. He said:

"Go, I'll give you two hours to fill these two bags with shiny little treasures. I only want the most valuable, most valuable, and easiest to carry."

The rest is yours. "