Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 539

"boom"

The double-barreled shotgun in old Hemet's hand fired furiously.

The two bullets that flew out blasted the heads of the two elite demon hounds chasing and biting him, and the monster's disgusting head was lifted by the bullets, making the disgusting demon even more disgusting.

But this quick and instant kill can't change the embarrassing situation of the old dwarf.

"Mad druid followed by demons? This night is really my disaster day!"

Gritting his teeth, the old dwarf cursed, and threw two fragment grenades, killing a group of self-destructing imps behind him. When these crazy guys died, the fel energy exploded and burned, igniting the surrounding forests. up.

In the burning of the green flame, Hemet gasped and reloaded the shotgun in his hand, while cursing:

"Is there going to be a giant dragon appearing in a while, 'adding to the fun' for me?"

"Maomao, come on!"

The unlucky dwarf was barefoot, whistled, summoned his wild beast, and commanded the albino silverback gorilla to attack the chasing demon wildly.

This gorilla also has a history.

It is said to be the chosen incarnation of the loa worshiped by a small tribe of trolls in Stranglethorn Valley. It is much stronger than ordinary beasts, but because the loa itself is weak, the fighting power of the chosen gorilla is naturally inferior Bu Laike's Big Bear.

Although Dajiao has a good temper, he is a serious Ursoc descendant. There are beasts more powerful than it in this world, but the number will never be too many.

However, the old dwarf creatively made two large steel gloves for his pet orangutan, which effectively made up for the lack of attack power of the gorilla.

Let it slam its fist into the ground, almost punching a lowly demon.

But the wildness of the orangutan also proved the weakness and embarrassment of old Hemet. As a master sniper, he needs to use pets to delay time.

What a shame!

His sniper rifle was snatched away, and his pistol was lost somewhere. His left arm was in severe pain, and the toxin from the snake oil was still affecting his vision.

To make matters worse it was really uncomfortable to walk with bare feet.

Now there is only one double-barreled shotgun for mid-range sniping left in his hand.

Fortunately, the firearms in Hemet's hands were all real masterpieces. Using a double-barreled shotgun that was less accurate would not prevent the old dwarf from slaughtering two demons with one shot.

But the real problem was that he was unprepared for this encounter. He had no idea that there was such a large-scale demon stronghold hidden in the depths of Silverpine Forest.

Do the mages in Dalaran all eat dry food?

A bunch of dereliction of duty bastards!

Their mistakes and laziness are now going to send old Hemet into a desperate situation again, damn it, how many times has he fallen into a desperate situation tonight?

While cursing, the old dwarf picked up his shotgun and aimed for a headshot.

He stepped back and greeted all the mages of Dalaran and all the druids of the Order of Rende and all the female ancestors of the stinking pirates who robbed him them.

It fully expressed his desire to have an in-depth communication with all the above bastards, as well as the mother and grandma of the damn demons in front of him.

He was really tired tonight.

He never wanted to go through this kind of "killing him will only make him stronger" shit before him.

"Maomao, come back!"

Hemet loaded the bullets and whistled to let his wild pet rush back. He leaned on the gorilla's solid shoulders and directed his pet to carry him to break through in another direction.

The demons in front of him couldn't stop a furious legendary hunter, any demon that dared to block the way, no matter what kind, no matter what size, whether it could fly or run.

Will be shot in the head by the enraged dwarves.

But these demons were just cannon fodder to slow him down, and soon, the real threat emerged.

In Old Hemet's keen perception, there was a strange and heavy sound of horse hooves in the dark forest behind him.

He glanced back, and saw nine black knights wearing black armor and hoods, using different weapons, riding on their weird, fierce and vicious heavy armored hell horses, chasing and killing him.

The weird silence of those guys exudes a chilling evil aura, and the horses under their crotches are also weird, walking on the ground in the forest full of trees, without being slowed down at all.

"Dry!"

The dwarf hunter cursed and urged the gorilla below him to speed up.

He turned around and picked up the shotgun, aimed briefly and then pulled the trigger.

"boom"

The sniper bullets flew over and knocked one of the nine black knights off his horse. The guy's helmet and hood exploded, but his head was protected by strange energy.

He got up staggeringly, and was about to get on his horse, but he was hit in the head again by old Hemet's unreasonable sniper rounds.

This time the evil power bestowed upon him by his demon master could not protect him.

The headless body of the black knight swayed and hit the ground.

But the strange thing is that the other eight black knights didn't care about the death of their companions at all. They didn't even stop to check. Instead, they mobilized their horses faster and surrounded the old dwarf.

That impatient gesture is like a group of hungry men who smell delicious food and want to pounce on it to feast on it.

"Maomao, hurry up!"

Old Hemet yelled.

It's a pity that a creature like a gorilla, no matter how you look at it from any angle, doesn't belong to the kind of beast that can run long distances.

They have poor stamina.

Mao Mao, the albino gorilla, also wanted to help his master escape from the hunt, but he couldn't do it. Being forced by the situation, he simply threw the old dwarf on the ground.

Then he turned around and slapped his chest, activating his wild rage amidst an angry roar, turned around and rushed towards the black knight behind him.

It wants to use its own life to win time for its master to breathe.

"Momo, no! Come back!"

The dwarf got up from the ground and saw that his battle pet threw the two black knights off the horse fiercely.

He roared in despair, took out fragment grenades and wildfire bombs, and with red eyes, rushed towards the black knight in front of him that he couldn't beat at all.

Hunters will never leave their loyal pets alone, let alone sacrifice their pets for their own lives.

Qualified hunters can never do this.

"Death is just reincarnation, and every reincarnation will make us stronger. You have no chance of winning! Poor dwarf."

Aredin, leader of the Black Knights, let out a cruel laugh.

He rode on a horse and charged from the flank with his heavy sword in hand. Old Hemet was entangled by three black knights. He dodged the charge of Aridin's horse, but he didn't dodge the sweep of the black knight's heavy sword.

The power of evil energy and shadow was wrapped on the magic steel battle sword, and it took only one slash to send the exhausted old dwarf flying, and the shotgun in his hand was also cut into two pieces amidst the harsh sound.

"Bastard! Come on!"

The disheveled Hemet got up on the ground, grabbed his dwarf one-handed axe, and challenged the black knight who was rushing in front of him.

He is going to die.

he knows.

This is a real desperate situation.

This is the last hunt. What a pity that I have become the prey that others will boast about.

"whoosh"

As Hemet made a desperate last stand, the shrill howl of the griffin rang out from the darkness above his head.

A charged sniper arrow rotated at a high speed with terrifying sprinting force, cutting the head of the charging black knight's hell horse from the center.

The headless horse fell forward, causing the imposing black knight, holding the warhammer, to stumble and fall to the ground in a bad posture like a dog chewing mud.

The unlucky guy rolled forward, and was finally jumped from the sky. The guy who descended from the sky stepped on his head with his polished boots, and was forcibly stopped in place.

His cool battle helmet was thrown away, revealing the skinny head wrapped in fel magic power.

The latter raised his head with difficulty, and with his evil green eyes, he saw Nathanos Marris who was smiling at him with a beast bone spear above his head.

"Hello, black knights. I have heard many times about your 'treasure hunt' legends. This is the first time we meet, let me give you a 'gift' for Bo Laike."

After finishing speaking, the Gron beast bone war spear polished by the elf craftsman pierced the black knight's open mouth fiercely and precisely, wanting to insult.

"boom"

With a muffled sound, the unlucky black knight's body twitched violently.

"Go save the faithful beast!"

With a big wave of Maris's hand, Desolation and Electric Claw went back and forth, and supported Mao Mao, the gorilla who was being beaten by three black knights.

The old dwarf who escaped from death sat on the spot panting. He looked at Maris who was squatting down and searching the headless corpse of the black knight. He said:

"Did I know you before? Dude, why save me?"

"I just came out to hunt. It was an accident to save you."

The ranger general of Lordaeron removed the black knight's luggage, tied the luggage with the treasure on his body, and said without raising his head:

"And you obviously don't know anything about the 'generosity' of the legendary Black Knights, you hapless old dwarf. I've heard from my friends that these guys are the wealthiest bunch in all of Azeroth!

Moreover, they are 'benevolent and generous', and they like to 'help' those who need 'help' the most.

This time it was luck, but we must not let them escape. "

Maris said witty words, grabbed the song of the arrow, and fired at the black knights who were besieging the beasts ahead.

A few seconds later, a low-pitched horn sounded from behind the forest, and the black knights seemed to be in unexpected trouble, and they were about to retreat.

"Hey, can you still fight?"

Marius glanced back at the old dwarf, who wiped the blood from his beard and was about to step forward with a one-handed axe. The ranger general threw him the standard alliance elite musket in his bag.

Patted the old dwarf on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and said:

"I will fight for you in the front, master, show me a hand."

Old Hemet, who got the gun again, didn't answer, but pushed the bullet into the barrel with a click, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his embarrassed face.

"Oh yeah, come on baby!"

The old dwarf, full of anger, gritted his teeth and said so.

In the next moment, a deadly sniper bullet burst out.

The pirates who have already entered the depths of the forest are not willing to waste time on meaningless battles. Black knights are immortal, so it is meaningless to try their best to kill them.

He just wants to search for treasures now.

He ran to the corpse of the black knight killed by old Hemet before, and was about to pick another soft persimmon to squeeze, but unexpectedly, a terrifying fel energy storm erupted in the burning forest behind him.

The pirate froze for a moment, then climbed up the big tree next to him briskly, and looked back.

He saw the female demon hunter who had entered the demonic transformation, fighting a large demon lord summoned by the black knight in the burning forest.

Most coincidentally, he still knew the race of the demon lord.

Not only did he know each other, but he was already the kind who was about to vomit.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Three Dynasties Veteran' Zakun? I'm an old acquaintance."

The pirate spat harshly.

The guy wreaking havoc in the distance is exactly the size of an enlarged demon guard.

The only difference is that the magic steel armor on it is more gorgeous and thicker than ordinary demon guards, but it is the same style. Even the magic steel spikes behind him and the sharp blade helmet on his head are exactly the same.

In fact, this kind of demon called "fel energy lord" is indeed an advanced form of the demon guard.

Bo Laike's loyal demon, the crazy Clinfran, will also be promoted to such a high-level demon form in the future, as long as he has enough time to grow.

They are the melee demon commanders in the Burning Legion. They are very good at hand-to-hand combat and powerful. This will make it very uncomfortable for the female demon hunter who has been transformed by the demon.

It is estimated that this demon hunter who ran out in the middle of the night to "eat supper" did not expect that she would encounter such a powerful demon lord in the Silver Pine Forest.

"It seems that the demon worshipers who Daglop said are active in Azeroth and trying to summon Archimonde into the material world are these black knights."

Bu Laike squinted his eyes and surveyed the battle in front of him. The female demon hunter could not be a match for such a fel lord. Even with Demon Transformation activated, her rout is only a matter of time.

The pirates had no intention of stepping forward to help.

In other words, he was waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

"Wow! Devil! Tremble under the wrath of the dragon!"

But Laike chose to assess the situation, but some people were not afraid and took it head-on.

Under the stunned gaze of the pirates, the little star that rushed down from the sky carried the screaming Jaina and Ellie, and rushed towards the fel lord who was pressing down on the demon hunter.

The idiot Blue Dragon seems to be planning to use his own magic to help the brave "female devil" who is fighting against the devil.

But she overlooked one very important thing.

That is her own strength, not as strong as that demon hunter.

"don't go"

Bu Laike raised his hand to warn, and saw that the fel lord threw his fel steel ax towards the sky, and the terrifying fel-wrapped weapon spun and blasted towards the sky.

It even brought a low sonic boom.

A demon who could become a fel lord would not be so stupid that he didn't even have anti-air tactics.

"puff"

While the pirate was covering his eyes in despair, the little star spraying ice in the sky was hit head-on by an ax, and the dragon language magic shield outside his body shattered.

Howling, she whirled and slammed from the sky to the edge of the burning forest in a frosty wrap, like a catastrophic crash site.

How handsome he was when he appeared on the stage, and how embarrassing he was when he fell.

"I've warned you again and again, but I still can't stop you, the blue dragon, from coming here to embarrass yourself."

Bu Laike covered his eyes in despair and said:

"Very well, you will be the new 'Shame of the Blue Dragon' from now on."

(end of this chapter)