Faith is Akama's weakness. For the sake of the Holy Light, he can abandon everything, including morality and conscience.
"Thank you to the Holy Light." Akama quickly made up his mind.
Bilgewater Port, the paradise of the tribe, where the beauties of Azeroth gather.
The beautiful and rugged female orc shows off her thick body hair, the plump female tauren leans on the railing and looks into the distance, and the tall troll shows off her sexy fangs.
According to tribal aesthetics, thin blood elves are not popular. As for the undead, this is not the place they should come.
The most popular ones are undoubtedly female orcs, preferably those who don't bathe all year round and have strong body odor, which are regarded as the most attractive ones.
As soon as he entered Bilgewater Port, Akama was suffocated by all kinds of terrible odors, as if he had entered a big cesspit. Thanks to Fander's help, he could move forward.
"Akama, don't give up. You will soon appreciate the charm of Bilgewater Port. Orc women are the sexiest race in Azeroth. You need time to adapt."
Akama rolled his eyes: "Fander, these are the three gold-selling kilns in Azeroth you mentioned. Why do I feel something is wrong?"
Fandel patted him on the shoulder and said: "This is because you haven't understood the culture of the orcs yet. When you accept the culture of the orcs, you will feel how exciting this flavor is."
"Careful!" Fandel exclaimed and quickly moved out of the way.
A bucket of excrement fell from the sky and drizzled all over Akama.
Akama was filled with grief and anger. If he had not made an agreement with the Holy Light to help Thrall capture Fander, he would have turned around and left long ago.
"What a great ancient tradition!" Fandel praised loudly: "This is the orc custom that the Dove of Peace most admires. Akama, do you feel the charm of the orc custom?"
Undercity has sewers, Dalaran has sewers, and Stormwind City also has sewers.
Only Orgrimmar does not have sewers. Fortunately, the houses in Orgrimmar usually only have one floor, so this embarrassing scene will not happen.
Bilgewater Port originally had sewers. Because the goblins worshiped the orcs and copied the orc traditions, there was no need for sewers. The excrement was poured directly into the streets.
It is said that the Dove of Peace is writing to King Varian, suggesting that Stormwind City abolish the sewers.
"I want to die." Akama was about to cry without tears.
Fandel smiled and said: "Look at the goblins here and the guests coming from the north and south. They don't care about all this. You have to adapt."
Summoning the water element to clean all his clothes, Akama blocked his nose, frowned, and followed Fander.
The streets of Bilgewater Harbor are twisty and bumpy, with garbage piled on both sides of the streets and flies flying everywhere.
Fandel said as he walked:
"I once traveled through the realm where demons live. Where there is a smell of sulfur and evil energy, Bilgewater Port is nothing at all."
"I don't understand why it is called a gold-selling kiln when it is so dirty?" Akama looked at the surrounding buildings. Under the tall and majestic buildings, there were filled with crumbling cabins, richly dressed upper class people and people.
The listless goblin poor are a stark contrast.
Fandel said meaningfully: "Because of chaos, badness, and lack of order, you can buy everything you want with money. Indulgence without rules is the greatest enjoyment."
An orc with a majestic figure and gorgeous clothes walked majestically through the street, gnawing on a cow bone.
Fandel stepped forward, broke his neck and threw the body into the garbage on the street.
Akama was so frightened that the orcs were the most powerful nobles in the tribe.
In Felwood, the deadwood furbolg in Felclaw Village accidentally offended the orcs and was massacred in the village.
Killing orcs is going to get you into trouble.
There was a sound of rapid footsteps, and a large group of sallow-looking goblins appeared from nowhere, swooping on the orc corpse like flies.
In less than five minutes, the goblins dispersed in a rush, leaving no bones from the orcs, only a pool of blood.
"Perfect aesthetics of violence." Fander whistled: "Akama, I know you know about orcs. This kind of situation is very common in Draenor, right?"
Akama rubbed his chin and remained silent. Fander was right, the orc tribe of Draenor had always regarded human life as nothing.
I remember Prophet Velen said that the rough customs of the orcs are full of primitive beauty, and the draenei should learn from them.
If Prophet Viren was walking on the street and was killed so casually, I don't know what he would think.
"My old friend is here." Fander winked: "You will soon fall in love with Bilgewater Port."
Following Fander into a small alley, Akama deliberately lagged behind and secretly left a mark.
The alley is a dead end, and there is a three-story fortress-like building built in the innermost part, completely in the style of the orcs, with goblin corpses on the sharp wooden pillars.
An elderly wild boar woman who still retains her charm came out and held Fander's hand affectionately.
"Oh my, you haven't been here for a long time, the girls all miss you."
Fander placed a pile of gold coins on the wild boar woman's towering belly and said with a smile:
"I brought an old friend with me today, and I must entertain him well."
The wild boar woman smiled widely and carefully put away the gold coins: "Don't worry, leave them all to me, I will definitely satisfy him."
Since it is a gold-selling kiln, it should be decorated with splendor and splendor. This is Akama's prediction.
But when he walked in, he found that it was completely different from what he expected.
Rather than saying it is a dusty place, it would be more appropriate to call it a slaughterhouse.
It was filled with dying tauren, trolls, furbolgs, centaurs and other races.
"Killing, blood, brutality, this is the ultimate enjoyment." Fandel cut off the head of a troll, drank the blood, and screamed happily.
Akama felt very uncomfortable. He had seen many horrible and barbaric customs, but this was the first time that he could be called a gold-selling kiln.
A group of women came out chattering and surrounded Akama. Fander hugged his old sweetheart and disappeared.
The flowing blood gathered together and formed a pool of blood, giving off an intoxicating aura.
A strange smell floated into Akama's mouth and nose, and his consciousness gradually blurred, and his thoughts diverged. In a hazy moment, he felt that the female orc and the female tauren were also very attractive.
Just when his mind was far away, Eitrigg led a group of orcs to appear at the entrance of the alley.
"This is the secret mark left by Akama. We followed it all the way. The secret mark he left is correct." said an orc scout.
Eitrigg grinned: "It's really strange. Why did Akama leave a secret mark? Did my torture on him take effect?"
The scout whispered: "We have searched Azshara all over, but we can't find any trace of Fander. The secret mark left by Akama surprised us."
Eitrigg smiled cruelly: "Surround the alley from front to back and use our big killer weapons."
The scout was surprised and said: "Sir, there are more than 130 households and 17 shops here. Do we really need to wipe them all out?"
"Otherwise?" Eitrigg sneered:
"Fander is the most powerful demon hunter, how can you, a bunch of trash, want to capture him? As for the people in this alley, it is their honor to die for the orcs."