Both the wing blade and the white mask were found. Wojin inspected them carefully and found that they were just two ordinary works of art without any magical fluctuations.
If it were an ordinary adventurer, he would definitely take it back to the scroll hider Reshad and then wait for his disposal.
But Vol'jin is no ordinary adventurer. As the leader of the Darkspear clan, his thoughts are different from ordinary people.
"You can't take things back." Wojin's mind was extremely clear: "If you act according to the other party's requirements, you will eventually fall into the opponent's trap. This little trick can't fool me."
Grivolta asked in surprise: "Don't take it back? What should we do next? The clue is lost, how to find the Eye of Anzu?"
"To achieve great things, the most important thing is the pattern." Vol'jin looked at Kane Bloodhoof with a smile: "Tauren Chief, what suggestions do you have?"
Kane smiled coldly: "Go back and beat up Reshad, the scroll hider, and then force him to find out the whereabouts of the Eye of Ansu."
"It's a good idea, but it's too dangerous. What should we do if the Crows swarm us?"
Wo'jin looked around and saw that there was no one around, took out seven vials and handed them to Grivolta and Kane, and said in a low voice:
"I noticed along the way that there are seven wells in the city. This is the voodoo of the Darkspear clan. When blood seals the throat, you sprinkle the voodoo into the wells. In less than half a day, Skettis corpses will be everywhere.
Don’t let us rub it in your face.”
Kane nodded and grinned: "It's a very good method, worthy of Woking, I admire it."
"No, no, absolutely not, you can't do this." Grifta turned pale with fright:
"What a terrible act. You are more terrible than the demons of the Legion. Why should I go with you?"
Vol'jin looked at Griftar very unhappily: "Those who want to achieve great things and don't stick to trivial matters want to win the Eye of Anzu. This is the best way. Griftar, if you are not willing to do it, then you can't do it."
Stay here honestly. If you dare to sabotage our plan, you will never want to return to Shattrath City. Even if you are a royal family of the Zandalari Empire, you will not be able to escape the pursuit of the Savior."
Grivolta sat on the ground, trembling.
Although Skettis is a slum and a ruin, and the arakkoa living here are impoverished, it brings Glivolta good memories.
The friendliness and kindness of the arakkoa helped Grivolta get through the most difficult period of time.
Despite this, Griftar didn't have the guts to become an enemy of the Savior? He could only watch as Vol'jin and Kane secretly poisoned him.
"You will get retribution." Grivolta was about to cry without tears.
The voodoo in Woking is very powerful, the sun has not yet set, and Skettis is full of cries of arakkoa? Corpses are being carried out from the simple wooden houses.
Darkspear voodoo comes from the world of Azeroth? The arakkoa have never seen it? The well water was tested, but the voodoo could not be found.
The death of an unknown cause made the arakkoa feel like they were on the verge of doom, and they continued to pray to their gods Anzu and Rukhmar.
"A bunch of useless trash who only pray to the gods for psychological comfort."
Vol'jin smiled coldly: "Tomorrow morning? There won't be many arakkoa left in Skettis. By then we will use spiritualism on the dead to find the Eye of Anzu. There won't be any difficulty."
As night fell, Vol'jin and Cairne occupied a sturdy stone house, and Griftar sat reluctantly on the threshold.
Suddenly? A strange feeling came over. For a moment, the air was filled with a large amount of shadow energy, and Wo'jin shouted something bad.
The irresistible sleepiness came over him, Kane was already snoring, and Griffota fell to the ground.
Only Wo'jin was left struggling, but unfortunately his resistance was in vain and he fell asleep.
After only sleeping for a moment, Wojin was the first to wake up from his sleep.
Bursts of fire came from outside the door, and Wojin looked at the stone house in surprise.
The originally simply furnished stone house has become luxurious and luxurious.
On the table, the exquisite golden lampstand flickered with firelight, illuminating the exquisite utensils, inlaid with sparkling gems, many of which Wojin had never seen before.
"What happened?" Wojin was puzzled. He took out his pocket watch and took a look at it. He was sure that he had only slept for a moment.
In a moment, everything turned out to be a sea of change.
Opening the window, Wojin discovered that those firelights were beautiful fireworks, lighting up the entire city.
There are tall and exquisite buildings, row after row, with a distinct Yaren style, grand and dignified.
"Is this still the ruined Skettis?" Vol'jin rubbed his eyes vigorously.
The streets are bustling with people coming and going.
The Ya people were dressed in exquisite costumes, gold and silver, and greeted each other in a friendly manner, full of laughter and laughter.
In the square not far away, arakkoa girls were singing and dancing, with warm smiles on their faces.
Wo'jin rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was awake.
He has not forgotten the miraculous effects of voodoo. The dead people in Skettis, which was originally littered with corpses, all came back to life.
Kane and Grivolta woke up one after another and looked at the changes around them. Kane said with great certainty:
"Illusion, this must be an illusion, we have been confused."
Wo'jin turned to look at Grivolta: "Tell me, what is going on?"
Grivolta was equally confused, shook his head and said: "I don't know. I have lived here for more than half a year and have never seen such a situation."
Wo Jin's eyes were rolling. Everything in front of him was too shocking. For a moment, he had so many thoughts and no clue.
A group of arakkoa guards wearing exquisite armor walked along the street and stopped at the door of the Wojin trio.
The crow-man who looked like an army officer knocked on the door, rolled up his wings and saluted: "Three distinguished guests, your Majesty invites you."
"That king?" Kane blurted out and asked. It was so rude, and Vol'jin glared at him fiercely.
"I'm sorry, I didn't explain it." The officer said politely: "The founder of Skettis, who provides shelter for countless wandering arakkoa, the respected Emperor Terokk invites you."
Hearing the prominent name of this arakkoa tribe, the three of them took a breath.
Claw King Terokk, the legendary arakkoa king, has long since become history.
Did he return from death and return to Skettis again?
"I'm pretending to be a ghost, but I want to see who is secretly pulling the strings."
Wojin secretly made up his mind, raised his hand and said: "Lead the way from the front."
Following the guards, they walked through the wide streets. Along the way, a steady stream of Crow People greeted the three outsiders in a friendly manner.
In the very center of the city stands a towering tree.
The ancient Crow People once built crow's nests in giant trees, and this tradition has been well preserved.
The three strongest branches of the giant tree carry a magnificent palace.
The entire palace is made of fine gold, with a total of seven floors. It is indescribably luxurious and exquisite, and the golden light shines brightly at night.
On the terrace, a large group of arakkoa women draped in gauze walked around, occasionally covering their mouths and smiling, showing a variety of charms.
"This is the Sethekk Palace, three distinguished guests, please."
The arakkoa officer gave an order, and the guards took out a giant blanket and asked the three distinguished guests to sit cross-legged.
The guards each grabbed the edge of the blanket, spread their wings, and flew the three of them to the Sethekk Palace.
At the door, there were already well-dressed arakkoa nobles waiting for a long time, with a polite smile:
"The three distinguished guests have worked hard all the way. Emperor Terok has prepared a dinner and asked the three of them to show their respect."
Vol'jin pointed to his nose and asked: "Do you know who I am?"