Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 535 88. Sinner! Your time has come!

"This old dwarf is so powerful! If you fight at a wide distance, Windrunner's mother may not be his opponent."

Bu Laike, who was almost shot by the old dwarf, pulled out the longbow with his backhand when he fell in the air, and whistled to let his hippogryph continue to fly with the "meat ticket".

He drew his war bow in the air and shot a swift shadow arrow in the direction of the old dwarf.

But as soon as the arrow flew out, it was shot to pieces by the old dwarf.

That guy is provocative!

He could have taken out the stealthless Boo Laike with a second snipe, but he seemed more eager for a good hunt.

asshole!

"Hey, he wasn't seriously injured?"

While Laike scolded old Hemet, the old dwarf rubbed his left eye, showing a look of interest.

His shot just now activated legendary power.

Theoretically, even a thick-skinned orc warlord would have his head blown off with a single shot, but the pirates only suffered minor injuries, which did not affect the battle at all.

"This pirate is so fierce!"

Old Hemet uttered the same exclamation as Bo Laike.

His elf friends were right to warn him that this wasn't an easy foe to take down, but... wouldn't it be better?

For a hunter, what better experience is there than to defeat a powerful prey and feel the passion of life between life and death?

No more.

"bang bang bang"

The gunshots echoed in the forest like popping beans, and the figure of the pirate flashed rapidly in the air, and he evaded Hemet's bullets within a few seconds while leaning on the dragon tendon hook.

Falling into that mountain forest in a hail of bullets in the true sense, he held the long sword and held the dagger in reverse, and rushed towards the white-bearded dwarf like a ghost.

Then he saw the hideous grin on Hemet's face as he stepped into the boundary of the ten-yard engagement zone.

"boom"

Another deadly bullet came, but Laike narrowly escaped with a watchman somersault.

But before he could catch his breath, another sniper bullet hit the head, hitting the legendary long sword raised by the pirate with lightning reflex, and the huge kinetic energy drove the pirate ten yards away again.

hell!

Doesn't this dwarf need to charge for his sniping?

How did he do that?

With this question in mind, the pirate waved and threw a blow of Shadow Fury, trying to knock Hemet unconscious to the ground. But the old dwarf blew a whistle, and jumped back in a smart escape, avoiding the outbreak of shadow power.

Crazy Clinfran rushed out of the fel energy portal roaring, slashed with his battle ax, and was dodged by Hemet with a roll. A shot came.

Boo Laike's elite demon was shot through the head with a burst shot at close range.

Spike!

"Maomao, come on!"

Old Hemet blew a loud whistle while quickly reloading the ammunition with his hands and feet.

During his roar of excitement, a white-haired gorilla rushed out from the flash of natural magic and rushed towards Bu Laike, only to be slapped back by the angry big bear.

Under the order of the wilderness contract, the big wolf rushed out from behind the old dwarf, making Hemet, who was caught off guard, flustered.

The pirate took advantage of this opportunity to sneak behind the old dwarf, and hit down with a shadow attack, holding back his fire to show the old guy some color.

Facing the close-up attack of the pirates, the legendary hunter's eyes shone with excitement. In the previous long-range sniping, Laike was completely at a disadvantage. Now the old dwarf is going to try his close-up skills.

As a result, as soon as we played against each other, it broke!

When old Hemet launched an attack, he was activated by the special effects of the weapon transition and cutting. Laike slashed seven times like a whirlwind. His hunting suit was torn, and even the dwarf one-handed ax in his hand was knocked out. .

If it weren't for the weapon chain, the ax would have been taken away.

He could only barely dodge by relying on the guardianship of the spirit monkey, rolling all the way around, and avoiding the deadly attack of the pirates by relying on his "height advantage".

no!

In melee, he has no advantage at all.

My pet was also crushed and beaten by the pirate's two soul beasts, so I was careless.

After understanding this, Old Hemet activated the Spirit Turtle Guard without hesitation, facing Braike's pursuit and slashing, holding two dwarf rapid-fire pistols in both hands, and using standard "kite tactics" to keep firing, trying to pull away distance.

But the pirates finally gained the upper hand, how could they just let this flamboyant old hunter who "shows off his skills" just like that, because he was taken aback just now, he also wanted to beat this old guy up pause!

After the two chased and fled for a few seconds, Laike suddenly retreated in front of an invisible line.

Whistling to make his war beasts retreat together, jumped into the forest below, and used the rollback of shadow magic to wash away the mark Hemet left on his body.

After entering the Shadow Dun, he disappeared in an instant.

Only the old Hemet, who seemed to be in a mess, but was actually in a mess, was left standing alone in the mountain with a face full of regret.

What a vigilant guy.

The old dwarf glanced at the empty mountain area gathered only a few yards behind him. It looked empty, but in fact, several traps had been set in advance by the cunning old hunter.

As soon as Bo Laike set foot in it, he was instantly at a terrible disadvantage.

Powerful sniping tactics, combined with flawless use of hunter traps, make Hemet one of the deadliest hunters in all of Azeroth.

Pirates are well aware of this, and he cannot be fooled.

"boom"

Another bullet fired from behind. The fusion of the legendary hunter and nature made it impossible for Hemet to perceive the sniper attack in advance.

Even though he couldn't capture the location of the pirate who entered the shadow escape, relying on the hunter's instinct, this casual shot still made the pirate shrank his neck in the shadows.

The bullet flew past his head just now.

Hell.

However, the pirate covering his chest glanced at the bottle of weird yellow liquid in his hand, but showed a smug smile. He figured out old Hemet's "secret".

In this bottle of liquid:

Hemet Nesingwary's Hunting Snake Oil

Epic Quality [Alchemy Creation]

use:

Strengthen the spirit, make the hunter enter the "concentrated shooting" state, and greatly shorten the charging time of [Sniper]. This item is an enhanced potion made by old Hemet using the voodoo snakes of the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, and it has terrible toxicity.

After each use, you need to wait until the toxin subsides before continuing to use it.

Item description:

After an unsuccessful hunt in Winterspring, Elder Hemet suffered a near-destructive injury to his right eye and had to rely on medication to eke out his sight.

Hunting Snake Oil is an accidental product of this healing process.

For Hemet, losing one eye is not unacceptable, even if only the left eye remains, he is still the best hunting master in all of Azeroth.

"Huh? Where's my oil?"

On the other side, on the mountain forest, Hemet packed up his luggage and was about to continue hunting down pirates, but belatedly realized that the snake oil stuck in his waist was gone.

Damn it, that guy with unclean hands and feet must have stolen it while fighting in close quarters.

This discovery made the old dwarf even more vigilant.

That pirate showed very solid ranger skills. It is impossible for him not to "snipe". Now that he has his own snake oil enhancement, he also needs to be careful.

If I was shot with two arrows by that cunning guy and capsized in the gutter, my good reputation would be completely ruined.

——

In the hills and Silverpine Forest, as well as the forests where Alterac borders on three sides, the druids of the Rende Society are camping here.

There are more than ten of them in their party, led by Archdruid Isolarius.

The team members are all Kaldore Druids, and a Frost Dryad with a wooden spear. This party has just finished dinner and is listening to the leader's assignment.

These druids have satisfied and happy smiles on their faces, which probably stems from the series of "just causes" they have carried out in the Kingdom of Gilneas in the past.

On their first night in the Eastern Kingdoms, they destroyed the largest fur market in Gilneas.

Burned down several fur warehouses, and taught those fur hunters who wantonly endangered nature a good lesson.

Then he traced this "vicious" business network, and found the residence of a large chamber of commerce that specialized in fur business between the Eastern Continent and Northrend.

Sneaking in at night, while beating up the merchants, they spread the collected "illicit wealth" all over the homes of the poor in the city.

They also did Boda's work in the capital of Gilneas.

People in that country have always had a tradition of domesticating hounds, so a complete set of dog training industry has been bred. As a result, these druids smashed the largest dog training club in the country on a rainy night.

Nearly a thousand untrained hounds were sent into the Silverpine Forest by them.

I heard that King Jin's royal zoo also suffered disaster in the same night. A precise earthquake technique knocked down a wall, and all the rare and exotic animals inside ran away overnight.

Thanks to their activity in Gilneas, hunters in that country have been afraid to go hunting on a large scale recently.

Doing things of salvation in such a steady stream, let the druids feel excited and radiant.

They have seen many evil deeds against nature on this continent occupied by humans, and they are ready to correct human wrongdoings with practical actions.

But before they can teach the nature-wreckers a lesson, they must fulfill their pact with the Cenarion Order.

"We will set off tomorrow to the human city called Tarren Mill."

The enthusiastic archdruid Isolarius stood in this forest, the white hair and ponytail dancing behind his head, representing his good mood at this time.

Holding a map "captured" from the Gilneas hunters in his hand, he said to his companions in front of him:

"According to word from our most eminent scout, Thisalie Crow, Bo Laike Shaw has been active near the Hillsbrad Foothills lately.

This is a great opportunity.

We must succeed in capturing that arrogant pirate, so that we can live up to the efforts of our compatriots. "

A group of united druids nodded in unison, but some people raised curious questions.

"That young man, Thisalie Crow, is astonishing."

After Isolalius finished speaking, a lair guard who turned into a brown bear and was lying on the side of a tree raised his head and said in a low voice:

"Although I have always been very clear that the raptor druids are natural scouts, but how can they get such accurate information in the human world?

That pirate is very cunning. Could it be that the black crow has sneaked into his organization? "

"Well, that's it, our compatriots are under pressure to pursue a career, and her devotion to nature deserves all of our admiration."

The archdruid replied vaguely.

In fact, he didn't know the specific situation of the black crow. Hisaly didn't show up when he delivered the information, but used the natural alliance to let a gray bird bring the news.

The young druid claimed that he was conducting an "in-depth investigation" and that it would be useless to withdraw now, so he could not risk appearing beside his companions.

This statement made the archdruid a little suspicious, but he still chose to trust his companion.

Thisalee Crow also believed in her own people.

But it's better not to let others know about the black history. After all, as a druid, being caught by a hunter as a pet is really embarrassing.

In addition, the information that Hisaly sent was not just about the whereabouts of the pirates. She sent out all the information she had recently "investigated" in one go.

Among them was the suspected arrival of demons, which made Archdruid Isolarius a little worried.

After the capture of the pirates is over, he will suspend his "just cause" in the eastern continent, return to Moonglade, and bring the news to the Cenarion Order.

Although Black Crow also claims, there is no real evidence for this news.

But anything related to the Burning Legion must be taken seriously.

"Grand Druid, there was an out-of-control Hippogryph hovering in front of us just now. We went to check it out, but we saw it left three people behind and flew away."

Two storm crows who were on the lookout and sentinel roared into the forest and turned into two tall druid ladies, carrying the tied hunters and hunters in their hands, and the trembling female dwarf who was frightened novelist.

"A Hippogryph? In the Eastern Continent?"

Isolarius said doubtfully:

"I don't know that wind vultures are also distributed here. What is the origin of these three people? Hmm! These two are hunters? What is that dwarf holding in his hand?"

"It's a manuscript."

The female elf who brought back the three unlucky ones excitedly gave the collected manuscripts to her leader. With an uncontrollable joy, she said to the archdruid:

"It's the manuscript that records the deeds of the 'genocide butcher', it's old Hemet! Archdruid, these three people must have something to do with that butcher!

We suspect that the sudden appearance of the hippogryph should be an inspiration from Mother Nature.

It sent us that sinner's partner especially. "

"yes?"

The arch druid looked at the manuscript in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

His eyes swept over the three of them, and he keenly grasped the rigidity of human men and women, as well as the timidity of dwarves. The druid smiled and winked at the den guard beside him.

The big brown bear roared, waved its paws, and asked the little dwarf intimidatingly:

"Dwarf, what's your relationship with Hemet?

Be honest, or you'll be sent to feed the bobcat kittens in the camp. Their mother was killed yesterday by hunters like you and they are hungry now. "

"I didn't kill it!"

The dwarf novelist held his head and screamed tremblingly:

"I'm just a fiction writer and I don't know anything. Old Hemet hired me to record hunting stories for him. I've never been on a hunt, though I'd like to try once in a while."

I don't dare anymore, let me go. "

"Hemet Nesingwary is really here?"

When the archdruid heard the screams of the dwarves, he suddenly regained his energy. He asked the hunters' camp, turned around and shouted to the spirited companions behind him:

"Lian Della, Kellinger, and Zaza, the three of you stay to guard the captives and kittens. The rest, come with me! We'll capture the one born from the hellfire of the dead world The incarnation of the Genocide Butcher!"

Isolarius grabbed his sharp claw staff and shouted, turned into a storm crow and rushed to the sky, and a large group of storm crows flew out behind him.

"In the name of nature's vengeance! Rendehui, let's transform!"

(end of this chapter)