Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 538 91. My big demon is a lunatic, and my little demon is a fool

"Shua, Shua"

At the junction of Silverpine Forest and Lordamere Lake, Bo Laike was squatting by the lake in the night, washing a pair of black boots.

Just snatched from the feet of old Hemet Nesingwary, it was made of the thick leather of some gigantic creature, with delicate metal flecks on the sole and top of the foot.

While maintaining a warm and comfortable touch, it also maintains a fairly good defense.

The point is that the bottom layer of the boot is hollow, and it can be put in some hunters' "gadgets" when necessary.

"I've washed it three times, and the old dwarf doesn't have any smelly feet, so he's almost clean, right?"

Bo Laike lifted the shoe from the water, shook it hard, and pulled out the shard of Azzinoth, injected magic power to make the blade burn, and placed it under the boot to dry the water stains.

Then he took off his shoes, and put on the old dwarf's hunting boots on the spot.

Well, don't overthink it, Boo Laike doesn't have any weird kinks.

He must take the old dwarf's shoes, not just to humiliate old Hemet, but because the shoes themselves are very powerful, which can be seen from its entry:

Hemet Nesingwary's Decoy Boots

Legendary Quality [Hunter Exclusive]

Extraordinary agility. Extraordinary stamina. Extremely fast casting

Item effects:

1. Trap boots:

Old Hemet's hunting boots had been painstakingly modified by the dwarf engineering master. Up to four small hunting traps could be placed on the hollow sole, and they could be quietly arranged around without being noticed.

2. Boots of Liberty:

These shoes have been blessed by the shamans of the Wildhammer dwarves, making them extremely adaptable to all kinds of terrain. When equipped with boots, the user ignores any terrain obstacles and is highly resistant to any form of movement-limiting effects.

3. Boots of Exploration:

Old Hemet equipped his beloved shoes with metal spikes with strong grip, so that he can protect his feet well when he steps on any trap.

These boots have also been blessed by natural magic. When equipped with decoy boots, they will not actively trigger any natural or magical traps, unless you deliberately step hard on the traps for some reason.

Four. Hunting boots:

When equipped with decoy boots, any enemy that steps on the trap you set will be actively marked with the hunter's mark.

When an enemy is affected by your trap, your ranged attacks against him are more destructive.

The more traps the enemy steps on, the greater the destructive power.

Item description:

On closer inspection, there was an ugly mark on the boot. It looked like some kind of beast with huge teeth had tried to bite a piece off the boot.

But it failed, and it became part of the shoe itself.

"Cool, this attribute entry is the worst among all the legendary equipment I have seen, but its special effects make me want to stop. Old Hemet is such an amazing man.

With this thing, I think I can challenge the wilderness trial now. "

Putting on the new shoes, the pirate stood up and jumped up and down twice, feeling the warmth and comfort of the shoes and the powerful effect it brought to him.

But now to challenge the wilderness trial or something, it's just a verbal talk.

If he really wanted to bring out the full power of old Hemet's magical boots, he would have to adjust the focus of his studies from now on, and start studying the hunter's trap skills.

However, as Bo Laike said, his hunting mentor Windrunner mother is not good at using traps, and the Farstrider legion of elves does not use traps as the main means of attack.

This is normal.

Every legend has areas they don't excel at, and that's their "weaknesses" that can be exploited and targeted.

"And this gun that nearly blew my head off."

The pirate whistled, first used the elemental emblem to extract the magic power from his old shoes, took out a handful of air coins and threw them into his bag, then casually picked up old Hemet's hunting gun.

Looking around in his hand, his face is full of joy.

What man doesn't like something that's hard and long, as hard as iron, and can shoot terrible ammunition to kill people?

But compared to Hemet's magical boots, this gun is a bit worse:

Accurately Calibrated Black Iron Sniper Rifle

Epic Excellent Quality

Item description:

This is the spoil that Hemet snatched from the captain of the Black Iron Royal Marksman during the Second War. The two sharpshooters met in the smoke of the scorching canyon, the old dwarf drawing his gun a little faster.

That's all there is to the story.

hint:

It's a really good gun, but it's so intricately built that you'll probably need to hire a master engineer to guide you to get the most out of it.

The pirate grabbed the good gun, leaned against his shoulder and made a gesture of aiming and shooting. After pulling the trigger, he simulated the sound of firing with his mouth.

And the little murloc under his feet poked its head out of the icy water in a ghostly manner.

The murloc also couldn't hide the joy on his face. It found a quick-fire pistol from the lake that the old dwarf was beaten by the archdruid in the battle just now.

The size is very suitable for its body shape, and its excellent-quality crossbow can finally be retired, and it can be used as a reward for the "sharp marksman" in the murloc pirates under his command.

One person and one pet laughed happily in the night, probably feeling in their hearts that the old dwarf Hemet, who had disappeared in the Silverpine Forest, was full of treasures all over his body.

It is simply a moving treasure trove.

"Ah, this night was really exhausting. Fortunately, the harvest was good. I can end my roaming in the hills with satisfaction, and go back to Dalaran to have a good sleep."

The pirate threw the sniper rifle in his pocket and stretched his waist. He summoned his Hippogryph in the dark night, turned over and rode on the saddle, and was about to fly back to Dalaran.

But when the hippogryph took off, he suddenly jumped into hiding, pulling his own hippogryph and little murloc into the shadows.

Laike silenced the two of them, and then pointed to the night sky not far away. On the shore of Lordamere Lake, there was an inaudible figure gliding silently.

She looked like an owl preying on the night sky.

Behind the slender figure emerged black demon wings, which were lightly crossing the lake, and dashed forward like flickering in the nimble double jump.

"A demon hunter? What an oddity."

Bu Laike, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at the demon hunter flying past overhead, rubbed his chin and thought:

"This should be the strange guy who was hiding in the crowd and peeping at me when we entered the city before. She hasn't slept in the middle of the night, what is she doing in the Silver Pine Forest?"

"Follow up and take a look, don't you know?"

Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"I wanted to tell you just now that something is wrong in the depths of this forest. Haven't you noticed that since you entered this forest, the Cassanatier in your body has been extremely silent?

This cunning thing obviously doesn't want you to stay here any longer, it seems to have noticed something. "

"I don't!"

The Dreadlord in the hearts of the pirates immediately retorted:

"You filthy bastard, don't spout blood!"

"."

This reaction made Bu Laike stunned. After a few seconds, he said to Xalatas suspiciously:

"I let you corrupt its life form with shadow, but didn't let you mess with its mind with void, look at its poor response, how is this the reaction that a cunning dreadlord should have?

Did you bully it without telling me? Or did it have a lobotomy? "

"Uh, this is just the 'sequel' of Nathrezim's life form transforming into the shadow of the void."

Miss Heart Demon said in an embarrassing tone:

"Of course, it's also possible that I've used too much force, which caused it to be deeply affected by the void, but it's not my fault, who made you, a heart demon, so weak that even the core of the evil power was taken away by you.

I just push a little harder and it doesn't work.

But the good news is that because it's so weak, its transformation into a 'Shadow Demon Lord' is very smooth, as long as you can bear with your demons turning into drooling idiots, I'm sure I can finish it in a month or two erosion.

In your words, brains and wisdom are not necessary for survival. Without them, the power of demons will still be the power of demons, and it will be easier for you to use them, and you will not be afraid of rebellion by your inner demons. "

Xal'atath kept urging the pirates to give her more "power", and Bu Laike followed the strange demon hunter who ran out for a walk in the middle of the night into the depths of the forest, and replied:

"This, isn't it good? Demons also have human rights."

"Yes! I also have human rights!"

Casanatiel immediately replied.

However, the concentration of "stupid breath" in this sentence almost exploded, which made the pirate more sure that there might be something wrong with the devil's brain, but didn't he answer fluently earlier today?

Xalatas is indeed professional in this regard.

"Then let's discuss it."

Pirates say to their own demons "benevolently seduced":

"Please help me contact the Shadow Realm, and I will prevent my madam from corrupting you more horribly. You can keep your evil wisdom, and I can get what I want.

You see, it's a win-win deal. "

"I"

Casanatiel was silent for a few seconds.

Xalatas released a wave of void power winkingly as a bright threat. The pirate could clearly feel his inner demon tremble, and then it replied in a low voice:

"let me consider it."

After speaking, the inner demon immediately fell silent and blocked his consciousness. But its self-blocking, in the eyes of Xalatas, is almost like paper.

"Hey, it turns out that the cruel and ruthless demons are not fearless. This is really disappointing. Aren't there real killing machines among the stars?"

The pirate pursed his lips and sighed, and as Xalatath's weird laughter slowly disappeared, he moved more briskly towards the forest.

After following a thin and fair lady demon hunter who seemed easy to bully for more than ten minutes, the pirate finally figured out the reason why the demon hunter ran out in the middle of the night.

Oh, it turned out that she was hungry and ran out to "look for food".

In the depths of the Silverpine Forest, a demon worshiper's camp popped up out of nowhere, and there were many wandering demons wandering around. In the eyes of demon hunters, they were the best 'food'.

However, this old Hemet was really unlucky. He had just escaped from the lunatic Druid of the Benevolence Society, and ran all the way, and unexpectedly plunged into a group of demon worshipers' camps.

But where are there so many demons here?

——

The time went back to ten minutes ago.

In the hidden woodland of Silverpine Forest, a group of weirdly dressed guys are holding a "meeting" in the dark.

"The cunning pirate Bu Laike Shaw gave away the treasures he stole from us for the great master. Only Ulthalus Deadwindreaper remains in his possession now.

And he's using it less and less often.

It is already difficult for us to accurately capture his position. "

Against the backdrop of the burning green evil fire, the head of the Black Spirit Pirates, the leader of the Black Knights, Eredin, stroked the Kingslayer dagger at his waist, and he said in a low voice to the eight brothers beside the fire, wearing a black robe:

"It must be that the evil party in Haihai sensed the imminent threat and began to distract us in this way. If we can't catch him this time, we may fall into a worse hunt."

"But Aredin, he's in Dalaran now."

Another black knight said hoarsely:

"It's not just him, many of our cursed treasures are in Dalaran now. This is an excellent opportunity, we can wipe them all out!

There are still many treasures in Dalaran that can be dedicated to the master. "

"Of course, my brothers, isn't that what we're here for?"

Aridin laughed cruelly and wickedly, and his voice echoed from the billowing mist of dark mist that hung thick beneath his black hood.

He said:

"But we must be patient, brothers, and we must find a chance to rush into that city, and pour out the wrath of our master upon this wretched enchanted city, and burn it to the ground.

Ah, the Great Master must be delighted by this and reward His faithful servants generously.

But to accomplish this great cause, we must first prepare our 'reinforcements'. How fast is the demon army on Marton's side gathering? "

He looked at a black knight holding a steel staff beside him, and the latter replied in a low voice:

"There are already several demon lords in place, but the polluters have not yet reached Marton, so we should wait, huh? The demon runes I arranged in the forest were touched, and the elite demons guarding the runes were killed.

Someone came over, very fast and very strong.

It's an intruder! "

"A mage from Dalaran?"

Eredin's tone suddenly became serious, and the black knight who cast the spell shook his head and said:

"I felt the power of nature in the wilderness. It should be a legendary hunter. He was injured, a serious injury. His soul is delicious, exuding a wild and desperate taste."

"Hahaha, a legendary hunter who threw himself into the trap? That's great."

Aridin did not use the kingslayer dagger at his waist, but drew the magic steel rune sword behind his backhand, and said to his brothers in a cruel and joyful voice:

"Come on, brothers, we have a 'good fortune' tonight."

At the same time, a blue dragon was flying towards Silverpine Forest from the direction of Dalaran, and behind her was a majestic armored griffin.

"Let your little bird fly!"

While flying, the little star carrying little Jaina and Ellie who sneaked out in the middle of the night shouted to Nathanos Marris behind him:

"It's too late to watch the excitement. Tch, the annoying captain will tell jokes, I want to see what kind of dwarf can shoot down such a powerful dragon like me!"

(end of this chapter)