Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1380 13. Everyone, I'm not bragging, but I have a bold suggestion! 【1420】

As the first follower transformed by the Archdruid of Flame, Hisalie Crow is very fanatical. It is unknown what the character of Cowman Druid Sennis was before, but after she embraced the power of flame, she became a fanatic. It became extremely wild.

Almost without the order of the leader of the black crow, the newborn flame cowman roared and turned into a fire eagle and flew into the black forest to pick up his companions to meet here.

By the way, roast a few werewolves for revenge or something.

Just like the werewolves would be curious about the difference between the taste of tauren meat and steak, in fact, the cowman Sennis is also curious, will the werewolves make the same screams as the centaurs when they are cremated?

There was no such condition before, but now she decided to try it herself.

This kind of excited reaction once made Hisaly wonder if she didn't control the content of the elemental flames, and accidentally gave too much? Burned out the cowman's brain?

However, it was later learned that this cleric Senice was originally a radical tauren from Magatha Tidetotem's faction, and after being called by Hamuul to become a druid, he still did not change his fanatical nature, and the black crow was sure. The fanaticism of his tauren followers has nothing to do with him.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief, and finally she didn't have to bear the pressure on her heart.

Think about it too, how can a normal tauren join an extremist organization like the Rendehui, which is not a cult on the surface, but is more destructive than most cults?

In short, after seeing Senice howling and turning into flames and flying into the dark forest sky, Hisaly sighed helplessly.

She looked back at the recruits of the Rende Society behind her. Those humans from all over Gilneas who worshiped the power of nature looked at her with awe in their eyes.

The so-called reciting 10,000 scriptures is not as good as witnessing a miracle.

After they witnessed the scene of Lord Senice resurrected in the flames after being seriously injured and dying, their hearts and their beliefs were already swaying.

It only needs Miss Black Crow to come to preach a few more times, and then she can harvest the first batch of members of her flame druid faction.

The Rende Society will become history, and the Druids of Flames will rise.

This is a good thing in every sense of the word for the Cenarion Order and the world itself.

"Yes, it seems that you have mastered the essence of being a leader, displaying magical powers, issuing calls for justice, and drawing cakes for subordinates. You will be a good boss."

The stinky pirate Bu Laike, who had witnessed all this completely, whistled. He nodded to Miss Crow with great satisfaction, then took out the flagon, and said triumphantly:

"As expected of a senior member who has studied in my dark wisdom class, I have enough reasons to think that you and your flame apprentices must rise rapidly."

"But to be honest, I'm not confident."

Miss Hei Ya looked around and said in a low voice with some annoyance:

"This is the first time I have become a leader, I have no idea how to lead them, maybe you can become the 'development consultant' of the Flame Druid faction?

I really need your dark wisdom to advise me. For the sake of our past intersection, give me a price, and I will do my best to satisfy you. "

"I really want to help you, Black Crow, who is obviously super strong but overly cautious and lacks confidence."

Bu Laike pretended to take out the pocket watch in his pocket and looked at it. He said:

"But I have to leave now. I made an appointment with Queen Mia to give her a plan within three days. Considering that everyone has paid for it, I have to use some snacks.

I'm going to leave Gilneas and go to the heart of the northern border, and find some old friends who sing the light, I hope they won't draw their knives and scream in the name of the light when they see me, this evil guy kill me.

Gather your hands first.

Before I come back, don't take the initiative to attack and provoke the werewolves, hold your territory in the Black Forest and wait for my uncrowned ones to come to meet you, and you are responsible for meeting them.

Three or four days at most, and I'll get it done. "

Miss Black Crow nodded.

But she was still a little apprehensive, and she sent Bo Laike to the end of the glade, and whispered again:

"I can guess that the goal of the operation is to take the Luna Scythe from Ralaar Flame and Genn, and use your best decapitation to eliminate the hidden dangers of Gilneas.

But now that I have taken over the Rendehui, I have new worries.

Flame wiped out all the high-level members of the Rende Society, not just because of his personal hatred and disgust for the Cenarion Order. I doubt that he will transform a group of orthodox druids headed by Archdruid Isolarius As a werewolf, it was to help him establish a command system among the wolves of Gilneas.

As the first scytheclaw druid to fully embrace the animal nature, Flame is well aware of the weaknesses of werewolves, and he is doing his best to strengthen his control over the wolves.

Once the war begins, those transformed druids will become our most difficult enemies. Maybe we need to find a way to neutralize their threat before going all out? "

"Well, not bad, I am impressed by your intelligence. Is this still the little idiot who only knew how to eat fat bugs?"

Bu Laike grinned, and after saying something that made Miss Crow very angry, he rubbed his chin and said:

"Your ideas make sense, but I've had enough of telling you what to do. As a leader, you should have your own thinking.

You can't just ask questions, you have to come up with solutions.

So tell me, crow, what are you going to do? "

"I"

Hisalie hesitated, and she whispered:

"My first instinct, of course, was to ask Moonglade for help.

But I thought about it carefully, if I asked for the support of the base camp just after I established my own faction, it would undoubtedly leave a 'weak' impression on the druids of other factions.

Moreover, Mount Hyjal is currently forming an anti-magic alliance, and is conducting various exercises under the command of His Excellency Garrod to investigate various hidden dangers. The druids are very busy.

They may not be able to draw enough strength to support us.

So, my idea is that I hope that the Druid School of Narsalas College can draw some teachers and students to support us, and I also plan to send invitations to the Secret Path.

The teachings of our flame druids and orthodox druids are somewhat different. We do not resist hunters hunting natural creatures.

We may be able to cooperate in this regard.

But I have nothing to do with the Secret Passage, and I have no connections, so."

"So you plan to prostitute my contacts for nothing?"

Bo Laike pulled his face down and said to Thisalie Crow:

"Well, you black crow! If you say you are fat, you will start to pant. If you don't learn well, you will develop in the direction of Red's ramming. I have helped him many times because he is a poor eater who may choke. You idiot, are you a fool too?"

"I will pay you! I don't want you to do it for nothing!"

Miss Black Crow was also a little anxious, she yelled:

"I've already thought about it. Although the students of the Druid School of Narsalas College are studying orthodox natural knowledge, Moonglade does not recognize them as recruits.

The Druid group in Azeroth is now the Cenarion Order! If these students want to make a career after graduation, they can only join Moonlight Grove.

In your words, the employment prospects are too bleak.

But my Flame Druid faction is not so particular. Since we will be active in Gilneas for a long time in the future, I can open the authority to Nathalas College.

do you understand me?

I can make Dean Lanyue's college more famous, and give her students a choice of future life planning. Do you know how much it costs to buy it?

We are talking about the 'future'!

Priceless. "

"Oh, not bad, if your speech is more organized, I mean, if you can still come up with a mature plan, I will be a little moved."

The pirate grinned, and looked at Miss Crow with flaming hair in front of him with a relieved look, just like teachers are relieved when they see students who have achieved success in their studies.

He popped out his "Honorary Hunting Master" seal in the Hidden Passage from his finger, threw it to Crow, and said:

"Go and contact them yourself, but I don't care about taking them over quickly. Oh, by the way, I have a small suggestion."

Bo Laike coughed, smoking his pipe, and said solemnly:

"Look, you also understand that hunting needs to be done by professionals. You want to contact the hidden passage, right? Then why don't you find a way to invite someone who is absolutely willing to give 200% of your energy and enthusiasm to do the work for you? Where's the old madman?

What I mean is, I heard that old Hemet Nesingwary, the famous "genocide butcher" in the eyes of the Rende Society, recently finished his hunting in Northrend and returned to Ironforge to rest.

It's not far from Ironforge

And that old dwarf is very famous in the hunting circle of the Eastern Continent. If you can invite him to play, I can guarantee that you will be able to assemble an army of hunters in the entire Northern Xinjiang in an instant.

However, the Rendehui offended the old dwarf enough, you have to find a way to convince that stubborn guy yourself. "

"No! No! Absolutely not!"

After Bu Laike's suggestion was finished, the crow didn't respond yet. He made a corolla for himself with branches not far away. In fact, he jumped out and shouted when the tree demon Zhazadun who eavesdropped on the conversation said:

"Anyone! But not Hemet! That old madman will kill all the animals in Gilneas if he comes here!

How cute and innocent those beasts are.

Can't let him run over!

Master Black Crow, you have to think twice! "

"Haha, yes, Black Crow, you have to think twice."

Bu Laike didn't refute, but just patted Hisalley's shoulder meaningfully, then turned around and walked a few steps, whistled and called the sky, drove him to break the speed of sound, and galloped towards Stratholme.

Watching the stinky pirates leave, Hisaly Black Crow seemed very hesitant. The dryad Zaza beside her held her hand and said to Black Crow with big watery eyes:

"Master, don't call that lunatic dwarf over, okay? Otherwise, I'll cry for you!"

"This is not a problem that can be solved with tears, you stupid dryad."

Miss Black Crow said helplessly to Zaza:

"We have to get help.

If we can't stop the madness of the werewolves, neither can the beasts of Gilneas. Can't you feel those werewolves hunting in the forest without restraint every day? Zaza, the forest is crying.

Hunters may be trouble, but werewolves are bigger trouble.

These two troubles are before you, let you choose, which one do you want to choose? "

Hisaly stretched out her hand to caress Zaza, the dryad who lowered her head and made a whining sound. She whispered:

"What's more, the former members of the Rende Society have now become our enemies. If we want to defeat them, we have to find the hunters who know the Rende Society best to help.

In all of Azeroth, who better to lead the hunt than old Hemet Nesingwary? "

"Whoa, I don't like that crazy dwarf"

The cute tree demon stayed beside Hisalley dejectedly. She was persuaded with an empty mind, but she still had her own persistence. She stared at Miss Black Crow and said:

"It's okay to ask them for help, but we can't hurt our companions! They are all good people, but they were bewitched by the curse of the werewolf, and they can still be saved."

"This is for sure, don't worry, little guy, I have my own measure."

Black Crow smiled and nodded, reached out and took out a piece of bark, wrote an invitation on it in the language of nature, and recruited the fastest flying swift in the Black Forest as her messenger, carrying the letter Fly towards Ironforge.

As for how to persuade old Hemet to join this hunt

This is not a difficult problem at all for Crow who has been studying with "Dark Wisdom" for almost a year and a half.

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That night, in the bustling Ironforge, old Hemet Nesingwary returned home exhausted.

He just finished his new book launch.

The enthusiasm of those ardent hunting fans was overwhelming, and the old dwarf had to sign the books they brought, and clink glasses with each fan.

The feeling of being surrounded by a group of people is somewhat exaggerated. If it is an ordinary person, it would have been lost in the praises, but for the old dwarf who has seen a lot of ups and downs, this feeling of being flattered is only tiring.

Old Hemet himself was a very pure hunter.

He only enjoys the pure pleasure of dealing with his prey, but fame only brings him a burden.

For example, the group of lunatics from the Rendehui persevered in hunting down, which made the old dwarf very angry, but besides being angry, he himself was actually a little guilty and helpless.

Rende would accuse him of being a genocide, but no!

Old Hemet can guarantee that every time he hunts, he will completely follow the hunter's rules. There will never be any animal extinction behavior, and at most there will be a small crime of overhunting.

But he can control himself but not his "fans".

Too many people are doing all kinds of bad things in the name of "Salute to Hemet". As far as the old dwarf knows, there are no less than seven poaching organizations in the Eastern Continent in the name of "Hemet Support Club". Sell ​​fur and various taxidermy.

But he, an old dwarf, doesn't want to take care of those shitty things, and he can't take care of them.

"Maybe it's time for me to retire?"

After returning to his warm little den, the old dwarf touched his collection of various shotguns, and looked at the proud specimens that filled the room, and this idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Years of hunting had left him with injuries all over his body, one eye was nearly blind, and his hair was gray in the mirror. Perhaps it was time to let go of his obsession with hunting and stay in Ironforge as a full-time writer.

Then, the old dwarf saw an extra piece of bark on the table in front of him.

He picked it up in surprise, and found that it was written in Salasian elves, and inside was a very simple hunting invitation signed by Master Flame Druid.

"Ok?"

Old Hemet thought he had read it wrong, so he hurriedly put on his monocle, read it carefully again, and found that he was right.

"Hunting the Nintoku Society that has been transformed into all werewolves?"

The old dwarf was shocked at first.

Then I thought it was a silly joke, but in the end, a wild smile appeared on the corner of old Hemet's mouth.

His favorite shotgun was carried on his back, and two bullet chains were crossed on his chest. With the fire burning in the fireplace in the dark, an ancient hunting song of the dwarves was hummed by Hemet.

He opened his weapon cabinet, took out the largest caliber dwarf hand cannon and rubbed it in his hand, and picked up the hunting bomb handmade by dwarf masters from the side and hung it on his waist.

"click"

The sharp mammoth hunting bullet was pressed into the barrel, and in the firelight, old Hemet's one-eyed reflected a passionate hunter's soul.

All the fatigue just now disappeared in this instant.

Go TM's Retirement!

I can hunt for another hundred years!

"Second! Take all your guns and bullets! Put your pants on."

Old Hemet in full armor kicked open the door of his son's room, and amidst the screams of the female dwarves in the house, he shouted:

"Walk!"

"Daddy will take you hunting!"

(end of this chapter)