Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1285 35. Akama, your duplicity never disappoints

  Sera and Nasa did not fight in the end.

  Because there was no conflict between the two, Sera just felt that Nasa was too wasteful to live up to her promise, but she was angered.

   With Maiev's strength, when she made up her mind to do something, Nasa, the adjutant, couldn't stop it.

   In addition, Maiev's incident is an emergency. When she was captured, Naza was still helping the local orcs in Shadowmoon Valley to prevent the invasion of demon spies.

   The two of them didn't do anything in the end, which disappointed Blake, who had been sitting beside him all the time, looking forward to watching the fun.

   As we all know, stinky pirates like to watch women fight.

   Especially with such powerful women, it must be interesting to fight.

  Other people are not as leisurely as him, especially the sufferer Alturis and the dozen or so demon hunters carefully selected by him. They can't be idle.

   While the watchers were "fighting", they ran out to investigate the situation of Karabor Temple.

   But there's really nothing to detect there.

   There was originally a temple city built by the Draenei after they fell into the world of Draenor. In its heyday, it was the second largest city of the Draenei after Shattrath City, and it was also the center of their beliefs.

   The building is very magnificent and strong at the same time. The besieged orcs who drank the blood of the demon and besieged the city for nearly half a month were not able to step into it.

   On the contrary, the draenei who were clinging to the city were defeated by the city's counterattacks, and the orcs were retreating.

   So it's not really correct to say that the draenei didn't resist when the orcs were massacred.

   At least in the battle of Karabor Temple, the draenei were only one step away from victory. If they had won at that time, then it is estimated that such a tragic thing would not have happened in the future.

   At the end of that battle, Gul'dan saw that his morale was about to collapse, so he had to summon "Benefactor" Kil'jaeden, and also used a strange plague weapon, which gave the orcs the possibility of capturing the city.

After the arrival of the    demons, this magnificent abandoned city was repurposed, and the demons fortified it, resulting in the current Temple of Karabor almost without weaknesses.

  When the Dread Demon King Jintaisha pretended to give Black the various military deployment plans of the Karabor Temple, and bewitched him to break into it to save Maiev, the pirates knew that the Dread Demon Lord had bad intentions.

   It is not impossible to take the Temple of Karabor head-on.

But according to Black's estimation, at least it needs to unite all the living people of Draenor, including powerful races such as the draenei orc ogres, and get the full support from Azeroth. After a war with horrific casualties , it is possible to take the city back.

   With such a small number of people as Blake is now, even if they all explode, the fate of rushing into the temple heavily guarded by demons will only be a death sentence.

   "Have you calmed down yet?"

  The pirate was smoking a pipe, watching the confrontation between the Void Watcher and the orthodox watcher in front of him, he stretched his voice and said:

   "After calming down, let's talk about the strategy. Let me tell you a piece of news first. I have placed a very reliable eyeliner in Karabo Temple, and she can help us at critical moments.

   But don't expect her to be of much use.

   You should also know from the people I brought here that this operation will be a secret infiltration.

   The best outcome is to sneak in and take the stinky woman out, kill the overlord Kazzak with an assassination, and then escape before the demons are encircled.

  The worst result is that everyone will die there.

   Well, not right.

  I will not die, only you will die. "

   "We are willing to take risks!"

   Nasa, wearing a battle helmet, said angrily:

   "Among the local orcs assembled by Ner'zhul, there are veterans who have invaded the city. They are familiar with the structure there, maybe we can."

"unnecessary."

  Black shook his head and said:

   "I know the inner structure of that temple by heart, and now the only problem is to determine where Maiev is kept, there are many places to hide people.

   And find a way to sneak into the temple without disturbing the demons. "

   "Does such a place really exist?"

   Nasa said suspiciously:

   "I'm not questioning you, Blake, I just think that the demons have completely fortified this city, and they can't leave such obvious loopholes."

   "The entire Temple of Karabor occupies almost a tenth of the area of ​​Shadowmoon Valley, a huge palace city with thousands of rooms.

  The demons are not its masters.

   They are just a group of outrageous guests, they occupy the place does not mean they are familiar with it. "

  Black shook his head and said slowly:

   "Only those who actually built it know every detail of that city, and all we have to do now is wait. I'm sure the true master of the Temple of Karabor will help.

   After all, after missing me this time, he will wait silently for more than ten years. "

   "But as far as I know, when the orcs attacked the Temple of Karabor, they almost killed all the draenei in the city."

  Nasa whispered again:

   "That's what the orcs told me themselves, I don't doubt anyone escaped, but how long will it take us to find them?

   Ms Maiev's life is at stake. "

   "But why do I feel that this is another trick by that stinky woman?"

   Black rubbed his chin and said:

"She knew a terrible secret, and she knew what kind of terrifying effects the demons' secrets would have on Draenor, so she pretended to be caught, hid in the enemy's stronghold, and waited for an opportunity to destroy the demons' evil by assassination. trick.

   I always thought it was a bit too coincidental that she was caught this time. "

   "It does sound like something a lady could do."

   Sera Moonguard who was beside Black nodded, she felt that Black's guess was somewhat reasonable.

  In this silence, the neighing of a giant mephit resounded outside the hidden cave, which made Black raise his head and look at the entrance of the hidden cave.

   Soon, under their gaze, Rexxar and Arantion walked in with a small guy in chains.

   "Oh, didn't I ask you to invite Lord Akama?"

  Black pretended to be panic and stood up, and said in a scolding tone:

   "How can you be so rude? What does this look like, quickly untie it to others!"

   "He's cunning, Blake."

  Rexxar explained:

   "He's an assassin like you, and he knows elemental magic, and he almost let him run away before. He's not cooperative at all, stubbornly unwilling to believe us.

   We can’t do anything either. "

   "Stop pretending! Despicable outsider, don't act in front of me!"

   The leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn Akama, who was bound by chains, struggled with a hoarse voice:

   "You are just another group of **** with ulterior motives. You are still hanging out with brutal orcs. You are not a good thing! You can't get our help!"

   Blake shrugged.

   He stepped forward and looked at the Broken who was bound by chains in front of him.

   He is not much different from the Broken Blakes that Blake saw in Hellfire Peninsula, except that his skin may be a dead gray due to the lack of sunlight for many years.

   There is also the face hidden under the black hood, which is more twisted than the average Crusher. It has completely lost its nose, and has no lips, only a set of sharp, monster-like teeth.

  Only the tentacles remaining under his cheeks represented his identity as a draenei once, but the tentacles at the back of his head were twisted and elongated and hung down behind him like a grotesque snake.

   This seriously reinforces his sense of being a "monster".

   There were also those twinkling eyes. Although he couldn't see the pupils, Blake could clearly feel the hatred in those eyes. The twisted life in front of him had serious vigilance and distrust towards all outsiders.

   But considering the pain he's encountered before, his vigilance is completely understandable.

   "Akama, once a member of the Draenei bishops' council, many years ago, they respectfully called you Archbishop Akama, but look at you, look at you now."

   Black squatted on the ground, reaching out to touch Akama's deformed face in his eyes, and his dwarf-like body compared to normal draenei.

   The smelly pirate whispered:

   "The body is no longer pure and noble, and even the soul has become turbid.

  I said, are you frightened by the massacre of that year?

  To this day, I can only hide in the ravine and look at my past homeland, and in every nightmare I 'relive' the day when the Temple of Karabo fell.

I heard that you escaped the fate of being slaughtered by hiding in a polluted ditch, and you were also infected with the plague of the Broken. Back then, when you heard the cries of your clan and cry for help, you were cowardly and did not dare to help The mood at the time is the same as the mood you are in resisting our help now.

  You are not a coward.

  You just can't carry that heavy stuff.

   And I am a prophet, my dear Akama, and I can see through fate as well as Velen.

  I can see your soul, a fellow who longs for deliverance or death.

  I'm here to help you.

   Of course, I also have my purpose.

  You just need to know that we can get what we want. "

   Black's savage remarks did not impress the stubborn leader of the Broken, but he also did not deny the story of the past that Black told.

   is like tacitly admitting that he was one of those who survived the Carabao massacre.

  This made the watchmen behind the pirates stand up one after another. They saw the hope of hiding into the demon city, but to get the help of this guy, Black must come up with something more convincing.

   "How do you know what I want?"

   Akama, bound by chains, sneered and said:

   "You're very provocative, outsider, I almost believed your hypnotism, really, just a little bit. But life of suffering has long taught us twisters to chase more realistic things.

  Tell me, what can you do for me to help you? "

   "Isn't a Karabor temple under your control enough?"

   Black frowned and said:

   "Don't be too greedy, Akama, with that city there is no need for the Ashtongue Deathsworn to go into exile, and the Broken Clan scattered across Draenor.

   Don't think I don't know, the Shatterers follow the draenei openly, but except for a small faction of the shaman Nubotun, the other Shatterers are secretly allegiance to you!

  You are the Broken Lord of Draenor!

   And you have always aimed to restore the sacred Temple of Karabor, and you have united them by this slogan.

The   The Broken have always been sidelined by the draenei, they long for their own city, and if you can do that, the Broken will only be more determined to you. "

   "I am amazed by your intelligence gathering abilities, outsider. I admit that you are right. Over the years, there is not a day when I am no longer eager to take my city back."

   A hint of cunning floated in Akama's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice:

   "But I also know that as long as the devil is still in this world, even if we get the Temple of Karabor, we won't be able to keep it.

   Cowardly Velen would not have dared to send his equally cowardly warriors here, so the wish you promised me was just a beautiful fantasy.

   I said, we need something more realistic, like Powerbreakers need power to be strong, can you give us what we desire? "

   Akama's rhetorical question caused Blake to curl his lips. He lowered his voice and said to Akama in the dialect of the Broken:

   "Then what do you think the local Shadowmoon orcs are doing? Who told him that Ner'zhul wanted to save the elements of this world?

   I can of course guarantee that the Broken will be sheltered by the elemental powers of Draenor.

   I can even give you this! "

   Black took out a blueprint from his arms and handed it to Akama, who took a look at it in his hand, and threw the thing back to Black as if he was holding a hot potato.

   "No! Such terrible things are not for us lowly broken ones to aspire to."

   Akama whispered:

   "The day we get it is the day the Broken will perish! No one will allow the weak Broken to sit on such a powerful artifact.

   Not even the draenei would allow it.

   This world ring is nice, but not something we can aspire to. "

   "Well, your very self-aware remarks remind me of an old friend."

  Black raised his eyebrows and said:

   "Wait a minute, I'll introduce it to you now, I think you and it will get along very well, don't you need strength and protection?

   I will find you a new god. "

   After finishing speaking, the pirates took out a large pile of garbage of various colors from their luggage, piled them into a mountain of garbage under the stunned gaze of the watchers, and summoned Old Gani again.

As soon as    the slender-jawed dragon **** who shook his head appeared, he was attracted by Akama, the twisted and crooked guy who looked like a beggar and scavenger.

   It is said that Akama's outfit, especially the few wooden sticks embellished with orc skeletons on his back, and the tattered clothes on his body, really meet the "standard" of old Garni for selecting believers.

   Akama has also seen the world. He used to be the archbishop of the Draenei and a high-level believer of the Holy Light. Although he is now down, his vision is still there.

   Seeing the peculiar way Old Gani came, Akama immediately realized that he was in front of a powerful demigod.

  Breaker glanced at Black, who made a "please" gesture for him.

   Akama went up to chat with the old Ghani.

  I don't know what they said, but I just saw these two guys talking more and more excited, like bees found honey, uh, this analogy is not good.

   Well, it's like a fly found that sth!

   In short, after nearly ten minutes of long talk, Old Ghani actually awarded Akama the honorary title of "The Great Scavenger" on the spot.

   This makes Blake feel a little sour.

  Although he never wanted the title of Old Garni's Great Scavenger, but now seeing other people get this honorary title, he feels like he missed out on five million.

   Well, humans are really interesting.

   "I'm willing to help you."

  After the old Ghani and Akama made some strange deals that Blake could not have imagined, Akama, who was stubborn before, turned back happily and said:

   "I'll give you the secret passage of our Greytongue clan in and out of the Temple of Karabor, and I'll even provide you with a guide, but that route may be a little hard for heroes like you to take."

   "Ha, the sewers, I understand."

  Blake snapped his fingers, laughed, turned around and said to everyone behind him:

   "Pack up and get ready to go!"

   (end of this chapter)