Azeroth Trail of Light

Icecrown Glacier, as the name suggests, is a large glacier.

The large ice block suspended in the northern part of the endless sea, but it has been endless years since the formation of the large glacier, so the glacier is still covered with thick frozen soil.

It can be said that it is frozen for thousands of miles, and no grass can grow.

It's hard to imagine that there are creatures in this ghostly place, but in fact, besides the astonishing number of undead, there are indeed many creatures living on Icecrown Glacier.

Although the life forms of those creatures have become extremely strange, it is difficult to call them real creatures.

On the periphery of the Shadow Dome, the dark fortress at the northernmost end of the black wall that surrounds the entire Icecrown Glacier, in the eternally silent permafrost snow, two strange "snowdrifts" are quietly moving on the snowfield, and they move very fast. There is a rule, basically move forward once every 5 minutes.

Never delay, never advance.

If you get close enough, you can still hear a sound, a murmur drowned in the cold wind of the snowy field.

"Hey, Dad, didn't you say that you have only hunted wild animals all your life? How could you also participate in this icebreaker?"

Hemet II carried his beloved shotgun on his back. It was the Nesingway 4000 designed and manufactured for him by the best engineers and blacksmiths of the coalition forces. This is the only one in the whole world. Made of steel, iron wood handle, built-in magic focus, ultra-long range, damage enhancement, even the bullets used are armor-piercing explosive bullets handmade by masters, and can also fire most bullets including magic ammunition , the effective range is 1500 meters, but even at a distance of 2500 meters, its power is enough to explode the hard skull of the strongest mammoth.

Hemet II said that he simply loved it.

A good hunter must know how to maintain his weapon, so in this extremely harsh environment, Hemet II also used an exquisite plush holster to protect his favorite gun. He was wearing a dark green He wears long mail armor, engineering goggles to protect his eyes, black leather gloves that fit his hands, and a camouflage fluffy cloak behind him.

As Azeroth's premier hunter and assassin master, Hemet II is not a good man or woman. In fact, if he can, he would rather stay in the warm Ironforge, or the leisurely villa in Thelsama, rather than in Fucking reconnaissance missions in this damn ice and snow.

But there is no way, a task is a task... Especially under the current background, he has to curb his hobbies, and lying beside him is a white-haired dwarf.

His face is exactly the same as that of Hemet II, but compared to Hemet II's full armor, the old dwarf's outfit is much simpler. He is wearing a black and white hunting suit, with a special patch on his left eye. The monocle, the right eye is simply exposed to the cold wind that is enough to freeze an ordinary person.

In those squinted eyes, occasionally there is a gleam of light, but it is like a sharp knife. When looking at others, it is like scraping bones with a steel knife. This is a real ruthless character.

But there is one thing, this old dwarf did exactly the same as Hemet II, the shotgun on his back was also tightly protected with a holster, and it can be seen from the old-fashioned way that this is also the best hunter.

A true hunter!

"Second...you can't always learn, don't talk like that when hunting...it will scare away the prey."

Hemet Nesingwary glanced at his son and sighed, "Hey, you are always so rough, just like your marksmanship. You don't know when you will be able to truly reach the top level."

"I'm already a top hunter!"

Hemet II said something unconvinced, and then he got his father's stern gaze, and the old dwarf asked slowly,

"Oh? When? Why didn't I know? Did you get an invitation from the Secret Passage?"

"Uh... this one isn't there yet... but I'm sure it will be soon!"

The Second gritted his teeth, trying to get away from this question, "As long as I complete this task, I will definitely be absorbed by that old organization of yours."

"So... you are not yet! Hunters who have not been absorbed by the hidden passage, hmph, are all trash!"

Nesingwary's eyes narrowed again. He saw a bone raven flying out from the Shadow Dome. The old hunter touched the shotgun behind him, but before he could pull out the gun, Hemet II next to him The gun in Shi's hand rang.

"Whoosh!"

There was no bursting cry, only a sound like the wind, which was the sound of the silencer that came with the gun. The soaring bone raven flapped its wings in the air, and finally flew lower and lower, smashing into the snow .

Two minutes later, the two dwarves picked up the Bone Raven that was struggling on the ground. This one had huge wings and a bone-white body. It was different from ordinary ravens. Its eyes shone with dark green light. , There are many such creatures in Icecrown Glacier. They are cruel and feed on carrion. Due to the long-term infestation of dark magic, this kind of creature is very sensitive to the breath of the undead, so the undead are often brave enough to pass on information.

The information here refers to the very important kind. Ordinary information can be communicated using the spiritual network inside the undead disaster, but this kind of communication is not safe. A mage who has a little research on the soul can monitor this kind of information. Soul fluctuations.

"Nice hit!"

Nesingwary carefully looked at the Bone Raven struggling in his hands. The blow of the second king did not damage any part of the body of this savage beast at all, only the heat of the bullets brushing the wings destroyed the entire body. The blood vessels in the beast's wings prevented it from continuing to fly.

It's a skill only the top hunters can master, and a detail only the best scouts can do.

The second king triumphantly hugged his shoulders, lying in a snow field, watching his father take an encrypted leather scroll from the raven's paw, and then put the prepared scroll in there Paw's mailbox.

This is their daily task. This change of information is a plan made by the most wise mages. The changed information is completely logical. Most importantly, through this change of details, they will slowly and unknowingly Unknowingly, in the heavily defended Icecrown Glacier, a real gap in the defense line was torn out.

The constantly struggling bone raven slowly became quiet under the infiltration of the surging green energy in Nesingwary's hands. Obviously, this is not an ordinary animal taming technique, and he wants to tame this kind of barbarism The scavengers must have very high skills.

Nesingwary, who has dealt with the most dangerous beasts all year round, is a master of this skill. He is also one of the most powerful beast kings in Azeroth, but few people know this, because Nesingwary's marksmanship , obviously better.

The most famous achievement of this old hunter is that during the orc war that year, when the Dragonmaw orcs rode an enslaved red dragon to attack Menethil Harbor, they accurately exploded a red dragon's bullet from 3,000 meters away. The head, that is simply a miracle that cannot be replicated.

"I never really understood, Dad, does it make sense for us to do these things every day?"

Hermet II's goggles have been searching around, waiting for the sudden arrival of danger, and staying with his relatives. The character of this ruthless hunter has obviously become lively. He asked curiously, "Alsace Can't we find the unexpected transfer of those undead?"

Old Nesingwary patiently finished everything in his hands, and patted the head of the docile Bone Raven. The ugly and savage creature let out a cry, and then soared into the sky in the snowstorm, towards the center of Icecrown Glacier. The undead cities of the vrykul flew past, and it was not until the raven disappeared into the darkness that the old hunter turned and said to his son,

"Of course it works! My lord, do you still remember our journey to hunt those bugs in Silithus?"

"Of course I remember! That was the first time I participated in the hunting of heroic prey. It was a great experience."

Hemet II stroked his beard. There were a pair of bone-colored hoops on his beard. They were his spoils from that hunting. The hoops were made from the bones of a heroic zebra. They were priceless. .

But what Nesingwary said was definitely not that. The old hunter looked around nervously, and after confirming that there was no danger, he said,

"Then do you remember how those qiraji connected to each other? Their social form!"

"It is distributed layer by layer, and the upper layer will only accept information directly under the lower layer... By the way! Could it be that the undead are also?"

Hemet II suddenly understood what his father said, the old hunter nodded, and patiently explained,

"The same is true for undead! Alsace will only accept information from the generals under his command. Unless necessary, he cannot directly intervene in the thinking of a low-level commander. There are tens of millions of undead. He No matter how powerful the spirit is, Alsace will never find out unless tens of thousands of people are mobilized."

The anxiety in the old hunter's heart became more and more intense. Although there was no beginning or end, the hunting instinct possessed by top hunters still reminded him that danger was coming, so he ended the chat with one sentence,

"Remember, my lord, what we need is a line of defense that is riddled with holes. In a war of attrition, we will never be opponents of the undead. We can only take the edge of the sword, and we... are the sharpest swords of the coalition forces! "

After finishing speaking, the old hunter reached out and took off the special pistol on his belt, and pulled out his own hunting hatchet from his belt, and said in a low voice

"Enter camouflage, II, and prepare for battle!"

After finishing speaking, the old dwarf took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared into the snow out of thin air. This is the hunter's top breath-holding skill - camouflage, perfect integration with the surrounding environment, to a certain extent, This is simply a more powerful technique than the thief's stealth.

Hemet II froze for a moment, but out of his conviction in his father's hunting skills, he also immediately entered the camouflage. As a result, 10 seconds later, a portal opened hundreds of meters away.

A lich wearing a purple robe walked out of the portal with five death knights. The lich's jerky and emotionless voice was faintly visible in the cold wind.

"Search here! The Messenger of Death and Master Blood Poison must ensure the absolute safety of this place!"

It's just that before the lich finished speaking, three of the five death knights in front of him fell down, two were headshot by Hemet II's double guns, and the last one was chopped off by a sharp hand axe Immediately after the head, a stream of holy water was poured down. The souls of this kind of intermediate undead are not under the control of Frostmourne, and will only enter the soul furnace after death to wait for resurrection. The direct pouring of holy water can completely destroy these souls .

At least it can be completely destroyed. In this way, even after resurrection, it can only become the lowest-level walking corpse, and there is no risk of leaking secrets at all.

However, this lich is quite reliable. At the first moment of the attack, he didn't think about fighting back, but waved his hands, took the only two remaining death knights, and used the teleportation technique to leave in the broken white light. This bloody place.

The next moment, their bodies appeared near the shadow dome.

"Damn! Sure enough, there are attackers! Go back! Report to the messenger of death!"

The lich who escaped from the dead had just finished his order, and the heads of the two death knights standing beside him exploded at once, and the corpses whose heads had been lifted off half of their heads hit the ground, and the souls corroded by the holy water wailed and fled to The southernmost melting pot of souls in Icecrown Glacier.

Before the Lich could react, the last bullet hit the brow of his white skull, and did not penetrate. The moment the special bullet rushed into his brain, it poured out the compressed holy water hidden inside, so The lich couldn't even make a wailing sound, and its soul was completely scattered.

On the other side, Hemet II stared at his father dumbfounded. Nesingwary was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a gorgeous blue spear in his hand, and a blue gunpowder smoke was flashing from the muzzle , there are blue titan energy vibrations on both sides of the armrest, and there is a precision sight on the top. Outside the sight, a faint blue light shines through the air, making this weapon that is both ferocious and precise look extraordinarily magnificent.

"Are you...are you kidding me!"

Seeing old Hemet put away the shotgun in his hand, the second screamed and rushed towards him. To be precise, it was the gun, but the old dwarf flashed past him lightly. The second scratched his head with a dazed look on his face. , "This is at least 5,000 meters, right? Can you still shoot so accurately? The speed of the bullet is not right! It is at least 5 times faster than my Nesingwei 4000! Dad, what kind of gun are you?"

Nesingwary looked at the most precious treasure, stroking the shotgun in his hand, just like stroking his sin'dorei lover,

"Don't compare your toy gun to this beauty. Aren't you curious why I broke my rules and joined this expedition?"

"It's because of it! II, the Eye of the Eagle, the weapon that inherited the great power of the Titans, the supreme holy object of the hunter, for it, let alone a mere necromancer, even if it is against the whole world, it is worth it! It is my soul, it is my life! It is the meaning of my existence!"

"If there is anything in this world that I must have...it must be it!"

"But you kept the commandment for 100 years?"

"Oh...forget about that stupid commandment, my lord, we are hunters, and the Hemet family was born for hunting! Everything in the world is our prey, and hunting wild beasts has made me tired, you know, every time Once the hunt begins, I already know the final outcome, which is meaningless... not to mention, there is this gun..."

The old dwarf shook his head, took a last look at the Shadow Dome in the snowstorm, put the shotgun in his hand back into the holster, and said to Hermet II beside him,

"This place is no longer safe, but it seems that the undead are planning to do something here, to send a signal to Rexxar, Rogelio, and Theron... It seems that the boring time of small troubles is coming to an end, Cheers, my lord, the largest hunt in the history of the civilized world is about to begin!"

Old Hemet and Hermet II, father and son hunters, "The Green Hills of Stranglethorn", like "Old Dwarf and the Sea", is a masterpiece in the game~ These father and son are both literary giants.