The Wingblade and the white mask were found. Vol'jin examined them carefully and found they were just two ordinary works of art, without any magical fluctuations.
An ordinary adventurer would have taken it back to the Archivist Reshad, and then await his orders.
But Vol'jin is no ordinary adventurer; as the leader of the Darkspear Tribe, his thinking is different from that of ordinary people.
"We can't take it back." Vol'jin's mind was unusually clear. "Following their demands will only lead us into their trap; they won't fool me with such a simple trick."
Griftah asked in surprise, "Not take it back? What are we going to do next? The trail has gone cold, how are we going to find the Eye of Anzu?"
"The most important quality for those who achieve great things is vision." Vol'jin smiled and looked at Cairne Bloodhoof: "Tauren Chieftain, what advice do you have?"
Cairne chuckled coldly, "Go back and give the Archivist Reshad, a good beating, then force him to reveal the whereabouts of the Eye of Anzu."
"It's a good idea, but it's too dangerous. What if the Arakkoa swarm us?"
Vol'jin glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then took out seven small vials and handed them to Griftah and Cairne, lowering his voice to say:
"I noticed along the way that there are seven wells in the city. This is the Darkspear Tribe's voodoo, which is lethal upon contact with blood. If you pour the voodoo into the wells, Skettis will be littered with corpses within half a day, and then we'll be able to do whatever we want with him."
Cairne nodded, grinning, "Excellent idea. As expected of Vol'jin, I'm impressed."
"No, no, absolutely not! You can't do this!" Griftah was terrified, his face turning pale.
"What a terrible act! You are more terrifying than the Demons of the Legion. Why should I travel with you?"
Vol'jin looked at Griftah with displeasure. "Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. This is the best way to obtain the Eye of Anzu. Griftah, if you are unwilling, then stay here obediently. If you dare to disrupt our plans, you can forget about returning to Shattrath City. Even if you are a member of the Zandalari Empire's royal family, you will not escape the Savior's pursuit."
Griftah sat on the ground, shivering.
Although Skettis was Lower City and ruins, and the Arakkoa living there were poor and destitute, it gave Griftah beautiful memories.
The Arakkoa's friendliness and kindness helped Griftah through his most difficult days.
Despite this, Griftah did not dare to oppose the Savior and could only watch helplessly as Vol'jin and Cairne secretly poisoned him.
"You will get your comeuppance," Griftah, tears welling in his eyes.
Vol'jin's voodoo was very potent. Before the sun had even set, Skettis was filled with the cries of the Arakkoa, and corpses were being carried out of the simple wooden huts.
The Darkspear Voodoo comes from the Azeroth, Arakkoa have never seen it before. They tested the well water but could not find any voodoo.
The unknown deaths made the Arakkoa feel as if the end of the world had come, and they prayed incessantly to their gods Anzu and Rukhmar.
"A bunch of useless idiots who only know how to pray to gods for psychological comfort."
Vol'jin chuckled coldly, "By tomorrow morning, there will be very few Arakkoa left in Skettis. At that time, it will be no problem for us to use the Soul Summoning on the dead to find the Eye of Anzu."
As night fell, Vol'jin and Cairne occupied a sturdy stone house, with Griftah reluctantly sitting on the threshold.
Suddenly, a strange feeling swept over him, and in an instant, the air was filled with a large amount of Shadow Energy. Vol'jin cried out in alarm.
Overwhelmed by sleepiness, Cairne was already snoring, and Griftah collapsed to the ground.
Only Vol'jin struggled desperately, but his resistance was futile, and he too drifted off to sleep.
After only a short while, Vol'jin was the first to wake up.
Flames came from outside the door, Vol'jin stared in surprise at the stone house.
The originally simply furnished stone house has been transformed into a luxurious and extravagant place.
On the table, an exquisite golden candelabra flickered with firelight, illuminating a series of fine utensils inlaid with glittering gems, many of which Vol'jin had never seen before.
"What happened?" Vol'jin was puzzled. He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, confirming that he had only slept for a short while.
In the blink of an eye, everything had changed.
Opening the window, Vol'jin discovered that the flashes of light were beautiful fireworks, illuminating the entire city.
The tall and exquisite buildings stand side by side, displaying a distinctive Arakkoa style that is both grand and dignified.
"Is this still the ruins of Skettis?" Vol'jin rubbed his eyes hard.
The streets were bustling with people.
The Arakkoa, dressed in exquisite costumes and adorned with gold and silver, greeted each other in a friendly manner, filling the air with laughter and joy.
In the square not far away, the Arakkoa girl sang and danced, a warm smile on her face.
Vol'jin rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was awake.
He had not forgotten the miraculous effects of voodoo; in Skettis, where corpses had once littered the ground, all the dead had come back to life.
Cairne and Griftah woke up one after the other. Looking at the changes around them, Cairne said with certainty:
"An illusion! This must be an illusion; we've been fooled."
Vol'jin turned to Griftah: "Tell me, what's going on?"
Griftah was equally baffled, shaking his head and saying, "I don't know either. I've lived here for over half a year and have never seen anything like this before."
Vol'jin's eyes Liuliu around, overwhelmed by the scene before him, his mind a jumble of thoughts, utterly confused.
A squad of Arakkoa guards clad in exquisite armor walked down the street and stopped in front of Vol'jin and his companions.
Arakkoa resembling an officer knocked on the door, curled his wings, and bowed. "Distinguished guests, His Majesty requests your presence."
"That king?" Cairne blurted out, which was incredibly rude. Vol'jin glared at him fiercely.
"I apologize, I didn't explain," the officer said politely. "The creator of Skettis, who has provided shelter for countless wandering Arakkoa, is invited by the esteemed Emperor Terokk."
Upon hearing the illustrious name of this Crow -Humans, all three gasped in shock.
Terokk, the Claw King, this legendary Arakkoa monarch, is now history.
Has he returned from the dead and come back to Skettis?
"Playing tricks? I want to see who's really behind this."
Vol'jin silently made up his mind, raised his hand, and said, "Lead the way."
Following the guards, they walked through the wide streets, where a constant stream of Arakkoa greeted the three outsiders in a friendly manner.
In the very center of the city stands a towering tree.
The ancient Arakkoa once built their nests in giant trees, a tradition that has been well preserved.
The three thickest branches of the giant tree support a magnificent golden palace.
The entire palace was made of Adamantite, with seven floors, and was indescribably luxurious and exquisite, shining brightly under the night sky.
On the terrace, a large group of Arakkoa women draped in light veils strolled around, occasionally covering their mouths with a smile, exuding charm.
"This is the Sethekk Palace. Distinguished guests, please."
The Arakkoa officer gave an order, and the guards brought out a giant blanket, inviting the three distinguished guests to sit cross-legged.
Each guard grabbed the edge of a blanket, spread their wings, and carried the three of them toward the Sethekk Palace.
At the entrance, elegantly dressed Arakkoa nobles had been waiting for some time, wearing polite smiles.
"My three distinguished guests have had a long journey. Emperor Terokk has prepared a banquet for you, and we would be honored to have you join us."
Vol'jin pointed to his nose and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
The Arakkoa nobleman smiled faintly, "I know."
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