Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1380 13. Everyone, I am not trying to be arrogant, but I have a bold suggestion! 【1420】

As the first follower transformed by the Great Druid of Flame, Thessaly Black Crow is very fanatical. The character of the Cowman Druid Senis before is unknown, but after she embraced the power of fire, she Became extremely wild.

With little need for instructions from the leader of Black Crow, the newly born Flame Cowman roared and turned into a fire eagle and flew into the black forest to pick up his companions and join them here.

By the way, roast a few werewolves for revenge or something.

Just like werewolves are curious about the difference between the taste of tauren meat and steak, in fact, the cowman Senis is also curious about whether werewolves will scream like centaurs when they are cremated.

She didn't have that condition before, but now she decided to try it herself.

This excited reaction once made Hisari wonder if she had failed to control the content of elemental flames and had accidentally given too much? As a result, this cow man's brain was burned out?

But later it was learned that the cleric Senis was originally a radical tauren from Magatha Tidetotem's faction. After being called by Hamuul to become a druid, Black Crow could be sure that he still did not change his fanatical nature. The fanaticism of his Tauren followers has nothing to do with him.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief, finally not having to bear the pressure on her soul.

Think about it, how could a normal tauren join an extremist organization like the Rendehui, which is not a cult on the surface, but is more destructive than most cults?

In short, after watching Senis scream and turn into flames and fly into the dark forest sky, Sisari sighed helplessly.

She looked back at the new recruits of the Rende Society behind her. The humans who came from all over Gilneas and admired the power of nature looked at her with awe.

The so-called reciting ten thousand verses of scripture is not as good as seeing a miracle.

After they witnessed the scene of Lord Senise resurrecting in the flames with only one breath left after being seriously injured and dying, their hearts and their beliefs were already swaying with yearning.

It only takes Miss Black Crow a few more sermons to harvest the first batch of members of the Flame Druid faction.

Benevolence will become history, and the Druid of Fire will rise.

This was a good thing in every sense of the word, both for the Cenarion Order and for the world itself.

"Yes, it seems that you have mastered the essence of being a leader, showing magical power, issuing calls for justice, and making cakes for your subordinates. You will be a good boss."

The stinky pirate Black, who had witnessed all this completely, whistled. He nodded to Miss Black Crow with great satisfaction, took out the wine bottle, and said proudly:

"As expected of a senior member who has studied in my dark wisdom class, I have enough reasons to believe that you and your flame apprentices will rise quickly."

"But to be honest, I'm not confident."

Miss Black Crow looked around and whispered in annoyance:

"This is my first time becoming a leader, and I don't know how to lead them at all. Maybe, you can become the 'development consultant' of the Flame Druid faction?

I really need your dark wisdom to advise me. Considering our past interactions, give me a price and I will do my best to satisfy you. "

"I really want to help you, Black Crow, who is obviously very powerful but is overly cautious and lacks confidence."

Blake pretended to take out the pocket watch in his arms and looked at it. He said:

"But I have to leave now. I made an appointment with Queen Mia to come up with a plan for her within three days. Considering that everyone has paid, I have to use snacks.

I want to leave Gilneas and go to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang to find some old friends who sing the praises of light. I hope that when they see this evil guy like me, they will not pull out their knives and yell to do something in the name of the Holy Light. Kill me.

You should gather your manpower first.

Before I come back, do not take the initiative to attack and provoke the werewolves. Guard your territory in the Black Forest and wait for my Uncrowned Ones to come and join you. You must be responsible for supporting them.

In three or four days at most, I will get it done. "

Miss Black Crow nodded.

However, she was still a little worried, so she sent Blake to the end of the forest glade and whispered:

"I can guess that the goal of the battle is to take the Scythe of the Moon away from Lyal Flamefang and Genn, and use your best beheading action to eliminate Gilneas's hidden dangers neatly.

But now that I have taken over Rendehui, I have new worries.

Yanfang killed all the top leaders of the Rende Society, definitely not just because of his personal hatred and disgust for the Cenarion Order. I suspect that he will transform a group of orthodox druids headed by Arch Druid Isolarius. As a werewolf, it was to help him establish a command system among the wolves in Gilneas.

As the first Scytheclaw Druid to fully embrace animal nature, Flamefang is well aware of the weaknesses of the werewolves, and he is doing his best to strengthen his control over the wolves.

Once the war begins, those transformed druids will become our most difficult enemies. Maybe we have to find a way to eliminate their threat before all-out war? "

"Well, not bad, your intelligence impresses me. Is this still the little fool who only knew how to eat fat bugs?"

Blake grinned, and after saying something that made Miss Black Crow extremely angry, he rubbed his chin and said:

"Your idea makes sense, but I've had enough of always asking me to tell you what to do. As the leader, you should have your own thoughts.

You can't just ask questions, you have to come up with solutions.

So tell me, Black Crow, what are you going to do? "

"I"

Hisari hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

“My first instinct was of course to ask Moonglade for help.

But I thought about it carefully. If I asked for support from the base camp after I had just established my own faction, it would undoubtedly leave a 'weak' impression on the druids of other factions.

Moreover, Mount Hyjal has recently formed an anti-demon coalition and is conducting various exercises under the command of Lord Jarod to investigate various hidden dangers. The druids are very busy.

They may not be able to spare enough power to support us.

Therefore, my idea is that I hope that the Druid School of Narthalas College can remove some teachers and students to support us, and I also plan to extend an invitation to the Secret Path.

The teachings of our Flame Druids are somewhat different from those of the Orthodox Druids. We do not resist hunters’ pursuit of natural creatures.

Maybe we can cooperate in this regard.

But I have no connections or connections on the Secret Path, so..."

"So you plan to use my contacts for free?"

Blake lowered his face and said to Sisali Black Crow:

"Well, you black crow! When you say you are fat, you start to pant. If you don't learn well, you will develop in the direction of Red. I help him many times because he is a poor guy who may choke even if he eats. Damn fool, are you a fool too?"

"I will pay you! I don't want you to do it in vain!"

Miss Black Crow was also a little anxious, she shouted:

"I have thought about it. Although the students of the Druid School of Narthalas College study orthodox natural knowledge, Moonlight Grove does not recognize their status as recruits.

The only druid group in Azeroth right now is the Cenarion Order! If these students want to make a career after graduation, they can only join Moonlight Grove.

In your words, the employment prospects are too bleak.

But my Flame Druid faction is not that particular. Since we will be operating here in Gilneas for a long time in the future, I can definitely open up permissions to Narthalas College.

Do you get me?

I can make Dean Lanyue's college more famous and give her students one more choice for future life planning. Do you know how much money it costs to buy it?

What we are talking about is the ‘future’!

What a priceless treasure. "

"Hey, not bad, if your speech is more organized, I mean, if you can come up with a mature plan, I will be a little excited."

The pirate grinned and looked at Miss Black Crow, whose hair was burning in front of him, with a look of relief, just like the relief of teachers when they see students who have achieved success.

He took out his "Honorary Hunting Master" seal from the secret passage from his finger, threw it to the black crow, and said:

"Contact them yourself, but I don't care about picking them up quickly. Oh, by the way, I have a little suggestion."

Blake coughed, holding his pipe in his mouth, and said seriously:

"Look, you also understand that hunting should be left to professionals. You want to contact the secret passage, right? Then why don't you find a way to invite someone who is absolutely willing to give 200% of his energy and enthusiasm to help you work? Where's the old madman?

I mean, I heard that old Hemet Nesingwari, the famous 'genocide butcher' in the eyes of the Society of Humanity, ended his hunting in Northrend not long ago and returned to Ironforge to rest.

It's not far from Ironforge.

And that old dwarf is very famous in the hunting circles of the eastern continent. If you can ask him to come forward, I can guarantee that you can assemble the entire northern Xinjiang hunter army in an instant.

However, the Benevolence Association has offended the old dwarf enough before, so you have to find a way to convince that stubborn guy. "

"No! No! Absolutely not!"

After Blake's suggestion, Black Crow had not yet responded. He was weaving a flower crown with branches not far away. Zaza, the dryad who was actually eavesdropping on the conversation, suddenly jumped out and shouted:

"Anyone can! But not Hemet! As long as that old madman comes here, he will definitely kill all the animals in Gilneas!

How cute and innocent those beasts are.

We can't let him run over!

Master Black Crow, you should think twice! "

"Haha, yes, Black Crow, you should think twice."

Blake did not retort, but patted Sisali meaningfully on the shoulder, then turned around and walked a few steps, whistled to call the sky, took him off to break the speed of sound, and galloped away in the direction of Stratholme.

Watching the smelly pirates leave, Hisari Black Crow looked very hesitant. The dryad Zaza beside her held her hand and said to Black Crow with big watery eyes:

"Master, please don't call that crazy dwarf over, okay? Otherwise I will cry for you!"

"This is not a problem that can be solved with tears, you stupid tree demon."

Miss Black Crow said helplessly to Zaza:

“We have to find help.

If we cannot stop the worgen's madness, then neither will the beasts of Gilneas. Can't you feel that those werewolves hunt in the forest without restraint every day? Zaza, this forest is crying.

The hunters may be a problem, but the werewolves are an even bigger problem.

These two troubles are placed in front of you and you are asked to choose. Which one should you choose? "

Xisali reached out and touched Zaza, the dryad who lowered his head in sadness and made a whining sound. She whispered:

"What's more, the former members of the Rendehui have now become our enemies. If we want to defeat them, we have to find the hunters who know the Rendehui best to help.

In all of Azeroth, who is more qualified to lead this hunt than old Hemet Nesingwari when it comes to his feud with the Society of Humanity? "

"Ugh, I don't like that crazy dwarf"

The cute dryad stayed beside Hisari dejectedly. She was persuaded with an empty mind, but she still had her own persistence. She stared at Miss Black Crow with her big eyes and said:

"You can ask them for help, but you can't hurt our companions! They are all good people, but they were bewitched by the werewolf's curse. They can still be saved."

"This is for sure. Don't worry, little guy, I have my own sense of discretion."

The black crow smiled and nodded, reached out and took out a piece of bark, and wrote an invitation on it in the language of nature. She also recruited the fastest flying swift in the black forest as her messenger, carrying the letter with her. Flying towards Ironforge.

As for how to persuade old Hemet to join this hunt?

This is not a difficult problem at all for Black Crow, who has been studying with "Dark Wisdom" for almost a year and a half.

——

That night, in the bustling Ironforge, old Hemet Nesingwari returned to his home exhausted.

He just finished his book launch.

The enthusiasm of those fervent hunting fans was overwhelming, and the old dwarf had to sign the books they brought and clink glasses with every fan.

The feeling of being surrounded by a group of people makes people feel a little ecstatic. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been lost in the praises. But for the old dwarf who has seen too many ups and downs, this feeling of being praised is only tiring.

Old Hemet himself was a very pure hunter.

He only enjoys the simple pleasure of dealing with prey, but fame only brings him burden.

For example, the group of lunatics from the Rende Society persevered in their pursuit, which somewhat made the old dwarf very angry, but besides being angry, he actually felt a little guilty and helpless.

Rende would accuse him of being a genocidal butcher, but he is not!

Old Hemet could guarantee that every hunt he carried out would be in full compliance with the hunter's rules. There would never be any animal extermination, and at most it would be a small crime of overhunting.

But he can control himself but not his "fans".

Too many people are doing all kinds of bad things in the name of "paying tribute to Hemet". As far as the old dwarf knows, there are no less than seven poaching organizations in the eastern continent under the name of "Hemet Support Association". Selling furs and various animal specimens.

But as an old dwarf, he didn't want to take care of those bad things, so he couldn't.

"Maybe it's time for me to retire?"

After returning to his warm nest, the old dwarf stroked his collection of various shotguns and looked at the proud specimens that filled the room. This thought suddenly came to his mind.

Years of hunting have left him with injuries all over his body, and he is nearly blind in one eye. He looks gray-haired in the mirror. Perhaps it is time to put aside his obsession with hunting and stay in Ironforge to become a full-time writer.

Then, the old dwarf saw an extra piece of bark on the table in front of him.

He picked it up in surprise and found that it was written in elven characters in Salas language. Inside was a simple hunting invitation, signed by Master Flame Druid.

"Um?"

Old Hemet thought he had read it wrong. He hurriedly put on his monocle, read it carefully again, and found that he had read it correctly.

"Hunting the Rendehui whose entire body was transformed into werewolves?"

The old dwarf was shocked at first.

Then he thought it was a silly joke, but in the end, a wild smile appeared on old Hemet's lips.

His favorite shotgun was slung on his back, and two bullet chains were crossed on his chest. As the fire burned in the darkness, an ancient hunting song of the dwarves was hummed by Hemet.

He opened his weapons cabinet, took out the largest-caliber dwarf hand cannon and rubbed it in his hands. He also picked up the hunting bomb handmade by the dwarf masters from the side and hung it on his waist.

"Click"

The sharp mammoth hunting bullets were pressed into the barrel. In the firelight, old Hemet's one eye reflected the soul of a passionate hunter.

All the fatigue just now disappeared in this moment.

Go to hell and retire!

I can hunt for another hundred years!

"Second! Bring all your guns and bullets! And put on your pants."

The heavily armed old Hemet kicked open the door of his son's room. Amidst the screams of the female dwarf in the house, he shouted:

"Walk!"

"Dad will take you hunting!"