Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 544 97. When "Justice" Overwhelms, The Evil Ones Should Unite

"You may be very good at hunting wild animals, but you are obviously not as experienced in dealing with lunatics."

An hour later, in the Fountain Square of the city surrounded by battle mages, next to the small fountain of wishes, Bo Laike clutched a loaded gun.

On the chair in front of him sat four tied up druids.

They were still wounded, with bandages on their mouths, humiliated faces, unable to resist.

There was no one in the huge square, only the summer wind whistling past, and the sound of clear spring water flowing from the mouth of the lion head sculpture of the Wishing Fountain.

This sets off the scene in front of me to be quieter.

Beside Bo Laike stood the old dwarf. This flamboyant guy had changed into a brand new hunting suit, with his left arm hanging on his shoulder, but he was also holding a shotgun in his right hand.

Old Hemet's expression was not very good, because Bo Laike was "lecturing" to him.

"Don't you think about it, why did the mages of Dalaran put you and the druids in the same ward?"

The pirate murmured in a low voice:

"Fellow mages are not stupid. You have to 'find a way' to resolve the matter between the two of you. All the conditions have been created for you, and you still have to call people and the Rende Society to fight head-on?

Those extremist druids are crazy!

They are ruthless, and the three legends can't keep you. "

"I've thought about a solution."

The old dwarf with a pipe in his mouth also complained:

"But in all my thoughts, there is no such thing as now! You are simply a natural born bad species, and I was thinking of recruiting you to the secret channel regardless of the past.

I was absolutely drunk at the time. "

"Oh, my poor Hemet, you and your elf friends are so kind, even if you are good at fighting, you will still be gnawed to pieces by this cruel world."

The pirate glanced at the dome next to him. Nathanos was standing there holding a war bow, guarding the surroundings. Beside him was Little Xingxing holding a shotgun with an excited face.

It was the first time for the little princess to participate in such "evil activities".

She was excited, beyond words.

Although she has the title of "Cenario Warrior" and can talk to druids, she is obviously the "Mediation Ambassador" invited by Hemet's side.

But in reality, Starlet would have liked to shoot some druid in the head right now, just to have fun by sparking a big melee.

The druids hadn't come yet, but the representative of the Council of Six, the Archmage Mo Della, appeared in the light of the teleportation spell.

The silver-haired old lady had no expression on her face, but just gestured, and the vigilance circle of the surrounding battle mages expanded again. Today's events cannot be known by others, otherwise it will damage Dalaran's reputation.

The old lady mage also had to admit that although the "crazy" move made by Hemet's side seemed deviant and seemed to add fuel to the flames, in fact, it was indeed worse than waiting until tonight when the dwarves and elves raised their swords. suitable.

If the "Dalaran Neutral Zone" proposal can be reached, it will be beneficial to all three parties.

"Before they come, I have a small question."

The pirate asked softly:

"You were able to kill these four guys last night. They were all seriously injured by your shot. Just aim for the head and hit them. I have personally experienced your sniper skills. I don't believe you will miss.

You must have kept them alive on purpose. At first I thought you and I wanted to go together and keep a few hostages in case the situation worsened. But then I found out that you really didn't want their lives.

Did you show kindness, or what happened? You powerful old guy is also a 'spirit control'? "

"What nonsense?"

Old Hemet reprimanded very dissatisfied.

He didn't intend to answer this question, but seeing Bo Laike's muzzle swinging back and forth over the heads of the four humiliated druids, the old hunter curled his lips and muttered in an inaudible voice:

"I just owe the Cenarion Order a favor, and I swore to a very important friend that I will not kill another druid.

Even these lunatics from the Rendehui! "

"Well, I smell gossip, come on, talk about it."

The pirate asked a question.

"Why are you so curious!"

The old dwarf scolded in dissatisfaction:

"You like asking questions so much, why don't you become a mage?"

"Old man, are you blind?"

Bu Laike proudly pointed to his robe and said:

"I am a spellcaster.

Although it's not the same as the mage you understand, let's say, it will be idle anyway. You see, I chose to be a big bad guy for your trouble.

If I did this, I would also be regarded as an enemy by the Rende Society. Now we have a common enemy.

If this doesn't make us two trusting 'friends', then it's probably something out of your mind, and you'd better find a priest to show you. "

"whispering sound"

The old dwarf made a snort of disdain, leaning on a shotgun as tall as the others, and said:

"What do you say 'friend', you are so ridiculous, we two were thinking about killing each other yesterday, you are too worthless as a friend.

But there is really nothing to say.

Do you know that in the eastern continent, some nobles will spend a lot of money to collect luxury goods made of the fur of frostsaber cubs? "

"Yeah, an idiot friend of mine has a scarf like that at home."

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows and said:

"Listen to her, no matter if it's a human or an elf lady, they will pay a lot of money for such a luxury. Quel'Thalas even has retired rangers who go to the Kalimdor continent to do this kind of 'business'."

"Not only elves can do it, but human hunters can also do it, and human hunters are generally dispatched in groups."

The old dwarf pursed his lips, glanced at the four druids in front of him, and said:

"Cubs of the frostsaber have the most beautiful markings when they are young, but they are not so attractive when they grow up, so those bastards will specialize in hunting young leopards.

The most luxurious fur can only be found in Winterspring.

About ten years ago, I also hunted the ferocious tooth-toothed bear king Julius there, and the legendary white lion king "White Specter" Sailotam.

It was a failed hunt, because I was duped by a group of human hunters I had dealt with before.

They lied to me that they were also here to challenge the Bear King, and told me that the secret to lure the big bear was the meat of the Frostsaber. I believed it, and followed them to the Frostsaber territory in Frostknife Stone.

Then I found out that those bastards were using me to distract the frostsabers so they could hunt the cubs.

But I found out too late. "

Hemet heaved a long sigh, and said in a softer voice:

"I shot and wounded a particularly vicious frostsaber, and after she fell to the ground, I realized that it was a druid trying to protect the cubs.

She hurt my eye and yelled at me.

I only learned the truth from her, and it wasn't the first time those bastards went there.

Like these druids from the Benevolence Society, she called me a butcher and a genocide. In the past, I didn't care, I was a very free and easy hunter, but that time, I felt a deep shame and remorse.

You know, a good hunter can't do anything to the young of any creature, that's not in line with the wild covenant and the hunter's code.

But my hands are already stained with blood"

"Where are the bastards who lied to you?"

Bu Laike asked, and the old dwarf shrugged and said:

"Their corpses became the rations most needed by the little leopards to grow their bodies, and their leader was tied up by me as a bait to lure the bear king.

I have to say that he is really talented in making bait.

I got the most perfect stuffed bear head that day, and I made a shield out of its heart, which hangs in the treasure room of my house. "

"What about the female druid you injured?"

The pirate blinked and asked in a gossip tone:

"Let me ask more directly, have you slept yet?"

"You bastard!"

Old Hemet was so angry that he wanted to pick up the shotgun and give it to Bo Laike, but he finally sighed, stroked the shotgun sadly and said:

"That was the first time I regretted the bullets I shot, the first time I hated my sniper skills for being so deadly, and I thought, if I had been less skilled, maybe she would have survived.

she died.

She struggled painfully for a few days and died in my arms. Before she died, she asked me to protect the peace of Shuangdaoshi for her.

She was the first druid I killed, and the last. "

"It's such a pity!"

The pirate pouted and said:

"It's such an honor for a hunter to have a female druid as a war beast! You can't treat them so roughly, they should be cared for carefully.

I heard that you and Ren De will form a grudge, it seems that it was also in Winterspring, is that the thing? "

"Well, I wanted to save her, I wanted to make up for my mistakes."

Hemet sighed a third time and said:

"But I can't heal her, I just learned from the goblins there that those feathered owls are guarding a moon sacred object, and I think that thing may be able to save Terina.

So I took advantage of the wind and snow to sneak over, and was caught by the Rende Society.

Moonkins are Elune's holy beasts. I killed a few of them, but they didn't listen to my explanation at all. If it wasn't for the help of the little girl Emeril from the Secret Passage, I would have died in that icy world.

I also joined the Hidden Path at that time. "

"Well, it's a good story. I have to write it down. It should be able to sell for a good price at the tortoise."

Laike nodded seriously, and took out his notebook to really write down the story, but just a few seconds later, druids from the Rende Society appeared on the other side of the square.

The leader was not the radical Isolalius, but the bird of prey Archdruid Omulon the Skyscreamer who participated in the attack on the pirates on Watch Island.

This is a heavyweight.

He took the two human hunters who were tied up, and the dwarf novelist Eddie who had been frightened and cried several times. He came here without talking nonsense, and pushed the three hostages on his side first.

Seeing this, Laike untied the ropes of the four druids professionally, and sent them out while the female druid cursed.

"We accept the proposal of the Dalaran Neutral Zone."

Several orthodox druids behind Omulon took away their compatriots, and Skyscreamer shouted to Archmage Mo Della and Dwarf Hemet at the same time:

"In this city, the two sides will not engage in any form of battle. But Hemet Nesingwary, you and the Nintoku will resolve your conflicts privately!

The Cenarion Order has come to this city for more important reasons.

And you, Bo Laike Shaw, for what you did to the Kaldorei."

"I get it, I get it. Don't stress!"

Bo Laike raised his hand and interrupted Sky Howler, saying:

"I will continue to escape, and you will continue to chase. If you can really catch me, don't ask me to apologize and compensate you, just let me kneel down and lick your feet.

But still the same sentence, Arch Druid.

If you dare to provoke pirates, you will have to pay the price! Next time you send people to hunt them down, remember to send some elite soldiers and strong generals, and don't send out these funny guys from the Rendehui to embarrass them.

and also!

Where's my fifty thousand gold coins?

You agreed to give me the reward of 'hosting peace'! "

Seeing that the pirate started talking nonsense, the archdruid rolled his eyes, ignored him, turned around and made a druid courtesy to Archmage Mo Della, and Mo Della returned a mage courtesy.

The two went to Violet Castle chatting and laughing, and the surrounding battle mages also quickly evacuated, and Nathanos on the dome heaved a sigh of relief.

But the little star behind him was dissatisfied.

what the hell!

It ended so flat, there was no fun at all.

"Hemet! I quit!"

The dwarf novelist who was released back shouted to the old dwarf with a look of fear:

"When you hired me, you didn't say that this job has such a 'professional risk'! I'm a book writer, and I don't want to experience it again. Eh?"

Before the angry little dwarf could finish speaking, she felt something cold on her forehead.

The pirate turned around, grabbed the dwarf by the neck and lifted it to his chest, and put the muzzle of the gun next to the dwarf's ear. Hemet said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Fifty thousand gold coins! Bring it! I must get it today, no matter who gives it to me, my time is valuable! I have spent time, and I must get paid!"

This bastard's operation made the old dwarf's eyes round again, and this guy started to grab it!

His story in Winterspring more than ten years ago taught him a truth:

There are two kinds of hunters in this world.

One is a good hunter like him who purely enjoys the thrill of hunting, and the other is a cruel, black-hearted, disgusting bad hunter.

He knew his mission then, that hunting was his life's destiny.

Today, however, old Hemet saw a third kind of hunter besides the good and the bad.

Guys like Boo Laike Shaw!

This bastard will regard everyone except himself as a potential 'prey', and he will plunder them mercilessly, repeatedly draining all their value.

In the end, depending on your own mood, you can execute the prey cruelly or release them to the mountains, and appreciate them spreading his notoriety with fear.

This odd amalgamation of pirate, hunter, and warlock sees being feared as an honor to be admired.

Only after a hunt is over, when the dust settles, can you be sure if you are his friend, or a feast he saved for last.

Looking at the dwarf novelist who was about to cry again in the hands of the pirates, old Hemet suddenly had a strange feeling of "frightening young people".

He knew that he had lost the hunt he had initiated with Bo Laike.

Lost in the hands of a brat.

Lost completely!

At this time, he has become the last "meal" that Bo Laike uses to reward his hungry evil will.

"Fifty thousand gold coins?"

Old Hemet curled his lips, and threw out a gold card from Goblin Bank in a surprisingly calm manner.

The pirate who got the money was very satisfied, and he put the frightened little dwarf on the ground, took out a candy, stuffed it into the mouth of the crying novelist, and patted her on the head.

It's as if everything just now was just a game.

The old dwarf stared at Bo Laike as he threw his gold card into the bag, and he said in an unhappy tone:

"You'd better keep it with you all the time and don't spend it. Next time I will ask you to double 'ask' it back."

"Do you want another time?"

The pirate blinked and said with great interest:

"Okay, I enjoy this kind of rewarding hunting, too. But next time, remember to bring good things with you, like your favorite shoes and guns.

Your shoes and gun are really nice, but they belong to me.

Same next time. "

(end of this chapter)