Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This old dwarf is so powerful! If you really let go of the distance and fight, even Windrunner's mother may not be his opponent."

Blake, who was almost killed by the old dwarf's shot, pulled out the spirit string longbow with his backhand as he fell in the air, whistled and let his hippogryph continue flying with the "meat ticket".

He drew his war bow in the air and shot a swift shadow arrow in the direction of the old dwarf.

But as soon as the arrow flew out, it was shot to pieces by the old dwarf.

That guy is provoking!

He could have killed Blake, who couldn't sneak, with a second sniper shot, but he seemed more eager to see a good hunt.

asshole!

"Hey, he was not seriously injured?"

While Black scolded Old Hemet, the old dwarf also rubbed his left eye with an interested expression.

The shot I took just now was powered by legendary power.

Theoretically, even a thick-skinned orc warlord would be blown off his head by a single shot, but the pirate seemed to have only suffered minor injuries, which did not affect the battle at all.

"This pirate is so fierce!"

Old Hemet uttered the same sigh as Blake.

His elven friends were right to warn him, this was not an enemy to be dismissed easily, but... wouldn't it be better?

For a hunter, what better experience is there than defeating a powerful prey and feeling the passion of life between life and death?

No more.

"Bang bang bang"

The sound of gunfire echoed like exploding beans in the mountain forest. The pirate's figure flashed rapidly in the air, and he relied on the dragon tendon hook lock to dodge Hemet's bullets in a few seconds.

Falling into that mountain forest amidst a real hail of bullets, he held a long sword and a dagger in his hand, and rushed towards the white-bearded dwarf like a ghost.

As a result, when he stepped into the boundary of the ten-yard combat zone, he saw the hateful smile on Hemet's face.

"boom"

Another fatal bullet came, but Blake dodged it with a watchman somersault.

But before he could take a breath, another sniper round hit his head, hitting the legendary sword raised by the pirate using lightning reflex. The huge kinetic energy forced the pirate ten yards away again.

Damn it!

Doesn't this dwarf's sniper need to be charged?

How did he do that?

With this question in mind, the pirate waved his hand and threw a strike of Shadow Fury, trying to knock Hemet unconscious to the ground. But the old dwarf whistled and escaped with a graceful jump, avoiding the explosion of shadow power.

The crazy Clinfran roared out of the evil portal and slashed with his battle ax. Hemet rolled to avoid it. When the dwarf got up, he had grabbed a double-barreled shotgun and pointed it at the demon's face. A shot came.

Under the explosive fire, Blake's elite demon was shot to pieces at close range.

Instant kill!

"Maomao, come on!"

Old Hemet quickly reloaded the ammunition and blew a loud whistle.

In his excited roar, a white-haired gorilla rushed out of the flash of natural magic and rushed towards Blake, only to be slapped back by the angry bear.

Under the orders of the Wilderness Contract, the big wolf sprang out from behind the old dwarf, causing Hemet who was caught off guard to be a little confused.

The pirate took this opportunity to sneak behind the old dwarf and hit him with a shadow attack, holding back his anger to show off the old guy.

Facing the pirates' close attack, the legendary hunter's eyes shone with excitement. In the previous long-range sniper, Black was completely at a disadvantage. Now the old dwarf was going to try his close-quarters skills.

As a result, as soon as we had a fight, it was broken!

When Old Hemet launched an attack, he was slashed seven times in a whirlwind by Black, who had activated the weapon's leaping and cutting special effects. His hunting attire was in tatters, and even the dwarf's one-handed ax was knocked out of his hand.

If it weren't for the weapon chain, the ax would have been snatched away.

He could only barely dodge with the help of the monkey guard, rolling all the way, and relying on his "height advantage" to avoid the pirates' fatal attack.

no!

He has no advantage at all in melee combat.

His pet was also pressed down and beaten by the two soul beasts of the pirates, and he was careless.

Understanding this, Old Hemet did not hesitate to activate the Turtle Guardian, and faced Blake's relentless pursuit. He held two dwarf rapid-fire pistols in both hands and fired continuously using standard "kite tactics" in an attempt to distance himself. .

But the pirate had finally gained the upper hand. How could he just let go of this exaggerated old hunter who was "showing off his skills"? Seeing that he had been frightened just now, he wanted to hold this old guy down and beat him up. pause!

After the two of them chased each other for a few seconds, Blake suddenly retreated in front of an invisible line.

He whistled and asked his war beasts to retreat together, jumped into the forest below, and used the rollback of shadow magic to wash away the mark Hemet left on himself.

He escaped into Shadow Escape and disappeared in an instant.

Old Hemet, who seemed to be in a sorry state, but was actually in a sorry state, was left standing alone in the mountains with a look of regret on his face.

What a vigilant guy.

The old dwarf glanced at the empty mountain area only a few yards behind him. It looked empty, but in fact, several traps had been laid out in advance by the cunning old hunter.

As long as Blake sets foot in it, he will instantly be at a terrible disadvantage.

Powerful sniper tactics, coupled with the perfect use of hunter traps, make Hemet one of the deadliest hunters in all of Azeroth.

The pirate knew this very well and there was no way he would be fooled.

"boom"

Another bullet was fired from behind. The fusion of the legendary hunter and nature made it impossible for Hemet's sniper to be perceived in advance.

Although he couldn't capture the position of the pirate who entered the shadow escape, relying on the hunter's instinct, this casual shot still made the pirate shrink in the shadow.

The bullet just missed his head.

What the hell.

However, the pirate, who was clutching his chest, glanced at the bottle of strange yellow liquid in his hand and showed a proud smile. He figured out old Hemet's "secret."

In this bottle of liquid:

Hunting Snake Oil by Hemet Nesingwari

Epic quality [alchemy creation]

use:

Strengthen the spirit and put the hunter into a "concentrated shooting" state, greatly shortening the charging time of [Sniper]. This item is an enhanced potion made by Old Hemet using the voodoo snakes of the Trolls of Stranglethorn Valley. It has terrible poison.

After each use, you need to wait until the toxins subside before continuing to use it.

Item Description:

After Old Hemet went on an unsuccessful hunt in Winterspring, he suffered near-destructive damage to his right eye and had to rely on medication to barely maintain his vision.

Hunting Snake Oil is an unexpected product of this healing process.

For Hemet, losing one eye is not unacceptable. Even if only his left eye is left, he is still the best hunting master in Azeroth.

"Huh? Where's my oil?"

On the other side, Hemet, who was packing his bags in the mountains and preparing to continue hunting pirates, later realized that the snake oil in his waist was missing.

Damn it, that guy with dirty hands and feet must have stolen it during the close combat.

This discovery made the old dwarf even more vigilant.

That pirate showed very solid ranger skills. It was impossible for him not to be able to "snipe". Now that he had his own snake oil enhancement, he needed to be more careful.

If he was shot by that cunning guy with two arrows and capsized, his good reputation would be completely ruined.

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In the hills and Silverpine Forest, as well as the forests bordering Alterac on three sides, the druids of the Rende Society are camping here.

There were more than ten people in their party, led by Archdruid Isolarius.

The team members were all Kaldorei druids and a frost dryad carrying a wooden war spear. They had just finished dinner and were listening to the leader's assignment.

These druids all have smiles of satisfaction and happiness on their faces, which probably stems from the series of "just causes" they have carried out in the Kingdom of Gilneas in the past period of time.

On the first night they landed in the Eastern Kingdom, they destroyed the largest fur trading market in Gilneas.

Several warehouses where furs were stored were burned down, teaching a lesson to those fur hunters who wantonly harmed nature.

Then he traced this "vicious" business network and found the location of a large chamber of commerce that specialized in fur trade between the Eastern Continent and Northrend.

He sneaked in at night and beat up the businessmen, and at the same time spread the confiscated "illegal wealth" all over the homes of the poor in the city.

They also did a lot of harm in the Royal City of Gilneas.

The people of that country have always had a tradition of training hounds, and as a result, a complete dog training industry has been developed. However, this group of druids destroyed the largest dog training house in the country on a rainy night.

Nearly a thousand untrained hounds were sent into the Silver Pine Forest.

I heard that King Jean's royal zoo also suffered a disaster on the same night. A precise earthquake technique knocked down a wall, and all the rare and exotic animals inside escaped overnight.

Thanks to their activity in Gilneas, hunters in that country have not dared to go hunting on a large scale recently.

Just doing the rescue work continuously made all the druids excited and radiant.

They have seen many evil deeds that offend nature on this continent occupied by humans, and they are ready to use practical actions to correct human wrongdoings.

But before they can teach those who disrespect nature a lesson, they must fulfill their agreement with the Cenarion Order.

"We will set off tomorrow to the human city called Tarren Mill."

The high-spirited archdruid Isolarius stood in this forest, with the white ponytail on the back of his head beating, which represented his good mood at this time.

He was holding a map "captured" from Gilneas hunters in his hand, and said to his companions in front of him:

"According to the information sent by our most outstanding scout, Shisali Black Crow, Black Shaw has been active near Hillsbrad Foothills recently.

This is a great opportunity.

We must successfully capture that arrogant pirate so that we cannot fail the efforts of our compatriots. "

A group of united druids nodded in unison, but some people raised curious questions.

"That young man Hisari Crow is astonishing."

After Isolarius finished speaking, a lair guard who turned into a brown bear and lay beside the tree raised his head and said angrily:

“Although I have always known that the Raptor Druids are natural scouts, how could they obtain such accurate intelligence in the human world?

That pirate is very cunning. Did Black Crow infiltrate his organization? "

"Well, that's what it is, our fellow countryman is under pressure to pursue a career, and her dedication to nature deserves the appreciation of all of us."

The archdruid replied vaguely.

In fact, he didn't know the specific situation of the Black Crow. When Hisari delivered the information, he did not show up himself. Instead, he used the Natural Alliance to let a gray sparrow bring the news.

The young druid claimed that he was conducting an "in-depth investigation" and that if he retreated now, all his previous achievements would be wasted, so he could not take the risk of appearing next to his companions.

This rhetoric made the Archdruid a little suspicious, but he still chose to believe his companions.

Hisari Blackcrow also believed in her own people.

But it’s better not to let others know about dark history. After all, as a druid, it is indeed a bit embarrassing to be caught by a hunter as a pet.

In addition, the intelligence sent by Hisari was not just about the pirates' whereabouts. She also sent out all the information she had recently "scrutinized".

Among them was the suspected arrival of demons, which made Archdruid Isolarius a little worried.

After this capture of the pirates is over, he will suspend his "just cause" in the eastern continent, return to Moonglade, and bring the news to the Cenarion Order.

Although Black Crow also claims, there is no tangible evidence for this news.

But anything related to the Burning Legion must be taken seriously.

"Arch Druid, there was an out-of-control hippogryph circling in front of us just now. We went to contact it to check, but we saw it left three people and ran away."

Two storm crows who were out scouting and sentry roared into the forest and turned into two tall Druid ladies. They carried the tied up male and female hunters in their hands, as well as the frightened and trembling female dwarf. novelist.

"A Hippogryph? In the Eastern Continent?"

Isolarius said doubtfully:

"I didn't know that Wind Eagles were also distributed here. What are the origins of these three people? Hmm! Are these two hunters? What is that dwarf holding in his hand?"

"It's a manuscript."

The female elf who brought back the three unlucky ones happily gave the manuscripts collected in her hand to her leader. With an uncontrollable joy, she said to the Archdruid:

"It's a manuscript recording the deeds of the 'genocide butcher'. It's old Hemet! Archdruid, these three people must be related to that butcher!

We suspect that the sudden appearance of the hippogryph was an inspiration from Mother Nature.

It sends us the sinner’s companion especially. "

"Yeah?"

The archdruid looked at the manuscript in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

His eyes swept over the three people, and he keenly grasped the stubbornness of the human men and women, as well as the timidity of the dwarf. The druid smiled and winked at the cave guard beside him.

The big brown bear roared, waved its paws and threatened the little dwarf:

“Dwarf, what is your relationship with Hemet?

Tell the truth, or you will be sent to be used as food for the lynx cubs in the camp. Their mother was killed by hunters like you yesterday and they are hungry now. "

"I didn't kill him!"

The dwarf novelist held his head, shivering and screamed:

"I'm just a writer of novels. I don't know anything. Old Hemet hired me to record hunting stories for him. I have never participated in hunting, although I occasionally want to try.

I don’t dare anymore, please let me go. "

"Hemet Nesingwari is really here?"

When the archdruid heard the dwarf's shrieking scream, he immediately became energetic. He asked about the hunters' camp, turned around and shouted to the energetic companions behind him:

"Leandra, Kellinger, and Zaza, the three of you left behind to look after the captives and the lynx cubs. Others, follow me! We will capture the man who was born from the hellfire of the dead world. The incarnation of the genocide butcher!"

Isolarius grabbed his claw staff and shouted, transformed into a storm crow and rushed into the sky, followed by a large group of storm crows flying out behind him.

"In the name of nature's revenge! Rendehui, transform and set off!"