Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake ran in the afternoon sun.

He had replaced his helmet and cloak, and was riding on the back of the big wolf, hiding in the shadows, running forward at super speed.

Frostclaw is originally a ghost wolf born from a warg. It can carry Orgrim in heavy armor to charge, and it can naturally carry Black to run in the wilderness.

The slower Big Bear was sent in another direction.

It's not to interfere with the pursuit of the old dwarf Hemet in the rear. For such a legendary hunter, such a little "division of troops" interference will not affect his pursuit.

In broad daylight, the watchman's professional advantages cannot be used at all, so Black has enough reason to believe that the old dwarf will definitely follow.

He also wanted Hemet to follow.

Of course, when faced with the pursuit of a legendary hunter, it's definitely not enough to just run away. You must find a way to create some trouble for him and slow him down.

"You are so bumpy when you run, why doesn't Orgrim beat you? Be steady! You stupid wolf."

Black was riding behind Frostclaw, and since there was no saddle, it was very bumpy, which affected his aiming when shooting.

He yelled at the ghost wolf, and Frostclaw's speed immediately slowed down, giving the pirate enough time to take aim.

He doesn't immediately use the snake oil he stole from Hemet.

Instead, he used the method he was more accustomed to. After five seconds of accumulating power, he released the bowstring, and the shadow-wrapped void spikes whizzed toward the sky.

At the edge of the rear view, there is a hunter's mark floating.

Such a long distance and another projectile gave Hemet enough time to react.

The old dwarf riding behind the armored griffon grabbed a sniper rifle and fired, blasting the flying arrows in the air. However, the void spikes flew close enough to him, and the magic contained in the magic arrows exploded, pushing The flying speed of the gryphon suddenly stopped.

It's not the old dwarf's style to take a beating without fighting back.

With the skill of "loading a gun with live ammunition", he "performed" a classic two-shot burst for the pirates after accumulating power in the gap.

Two sniper bullets flew over one after another. The first one was dodged by the pirate in a blink of an eye, and the second one accurately hit the big wolf who couldn't dodge.

Frostclaw let out a whine, fell forward, then limped back up, wanting to continue following Black.

"Go rest and recuperate, and leave me alone."

The pirate watched his stupid wolf lame with distress, and threw a soul stone containing anima to it, causing it to change direction and rush into the forest to take shelter.

That's all good about soul beasts.

Since there are no regular entities, pure physical damage will be weakened. This bullet will cause Frostclaw a lot of pain, and the spirit body will be affected, but it will not leave any permanent injuries.

If it were an ordinary beast, the bleeding and maiming effects of the shot just now would be enough to kill them.

But without the big wolf walking on his behalf, Blake's movement speed on the ground quickly slowed down. He glanced behind him and gestured his middle finger towards the old dwarf in the shadows.

He also turned around and ran into the forest, not giving Hemet any shooting vision. Coupled with the shadows in the forest that weakened the sunlight, this place became the home of the pirates.

The old dwarf dared not come in.

Previous battles had proven that he was no match for Black in close combat situations. But if you think that you can hide in the forest to avoid being chased by a legendary hunter, then you would be a bit underestimated of the hunters of Azeroth.

Just like the excitement of driving prey into the hunting ground, old Hemet laughed and rode on his majestic armored griffon. While rowing through the forest, he kept throwing various traps he made like a goddess scattering flowers. .

Hunters with trap expertise will never lack this kind of "gadget".

It looks like a small beast clip and is almost invisible among the fallen leaves on the ground. It has various effects, ranging from triggering frost to reduce speed, to temporarily immobilizing it, from detonating bombs to continue burning, to explosive explosions.

There were even bags filled with venomous snakes.

As well as the sticky bombs invented by the gnomes and popularized by the hunters, the frag grenades, and finally the infamous wildfire bomb.

After two rounds of flying, this small forest was turned into a "survival hell" by Hemet's traps, which were so tricky that even the pirates were a little stunned.

With such trap density and destructive power, an entire team of elite soldiers would be wiped out instantly if they rushed in.

"Blake Shaw, come out. Under my blockade, you have nowhere to escape."

Amid the parade of ferocious armored griffins, old Hemet held a gun in one hand and a black bomb with a poorly painted skull on the other.

He shouted in the air:

"My elf friends just want to talk to you. What you did on Watch Island really hurt their arrogant and fragile self-esteem, but we are all hunters, and there is nothing we can't talk about.

The Emeril girl asked me to tell you that as long as you obediently follow them to Moonlight Grove to apologize and compensate the druids, the Secret Path will intercede on your behalf.

They think you have great potential and are willing to recruit you into this organization. "

"I believe the druids will forgive me."

Blake's light voice came from the woods below, and he answered:

"But I didn't just mess with the druids. I won't go with them to Kaldorei territory, and you, you old dwarf, have no idea of ​​the evil things I do!

Those vengeful Watcher she-wolves will eat me up and wipe me clean.

I don't want to stay in a dark little house for the rest of my life, but I have seen with my own eyes how they treated my friend Illidan.

But Hemet Nesingwari!

This is a grudge between me and the Kaldorei elves. Why are you, a dwarf, just joining in the fun? How much money did the elves give you to be a hero?

Did they pay your funeral expenses in advance? "

The pirate shouted sarcastically, but the old dwarf on the griffon didn't care about this provocation. He did not fire blind sense shots in the direction of the sound.

With Blake's speed of movement, it would be impossible to hit him with sound.

So Hemet chose a more intimidating response.

He tossed the wildfire bomb up and down and shouted to the pirates below:

"The Secret Passage has done me a great service, and I will definitely repay them. This is how dwarves treat their friends.

Besides, I also enjoy chasing with brave young people like you. It reminds me of the happy hunting days of my youth. But now, no matter how ferocious the beast is, it can't bring me that trembling passion.

Anyway, without further ado, you should know what I’m holding! Come out honestly and surrender, don't make me set fire to the forest! "

"Haha, frog in the well."

Black hid in the forest, pulled out a void spike, and quietly aimed at Hemet's griffon flying overhead. He jumped up and down on the branches with a flickering soundless voice, and shouted again:

"There are so many powerful beasts in this world, and you are just a coward who dare not hunt them! There are trolls' beast gods everywhere in Zandalar Island, Northrend, and Stranglethorn Vale.

They are still powerful beasts at their core, why don't you challenge them? Instead, he came to embarrass me, a poor, weak pirate. Is this the way dwarves brag and talk big?

Pooh.

Shame on you! "

"I looked away, but I didn't live enough."

The old dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

"Hunting a loa is not the same thing as hunting a wild beast, and a young boy like you doesn't understand the difference at all.

Okay, my patience has run out.

I'll give you three seconds to step out of the shadows and surrender! Let your damn hippogryph bring back my hunting companions and my 'scribe' Eddie! "

To his scolding, the pirate responded with a sniper arrow that was charged to the extreme.

A gleaming dark light shot out from the forest and went straight to the head of the dwarf's armored griffin.

"boom"

The honeycomb-like hand cannon in Old Hemet's hand fired forward like lightning without even looking at it. A dozen bullets flew out in an instant and exploded the incoming void spikes.

The frightened armored griffin howled, flapped its wings and flew high.

The pirate's stubborn counterattack also made the dwarf determined, and he threw two wildfire bombs tied together into the small woods below.

This thing is called a bomb, but it is essentially a trap used by hunters.

There was a weak explosion shock wave as soon as it landed, and burning oil spurted out from it, setting several trees on fire in the blink of an eye.

Amid Old Hemet's threatening voice, his griffon flew through the woods, and several finely crafted wildfire bombs were dropped. In just a few seconds, half of the forest was ignited.

"Haha, today's 'special dish' is fire-roasted pirates!"

Old Hemet, who was riding on the griffin, took out his sniper rifle again and took aim at the armored griffin hovering outside the woods.

Now he only needs to wait for the pirate to escape from the sea of ​​​​fire, and then break his leg with a bullet and everything will be fine.

At this height, calculating the area of ​​​​the woods, no matter which direction Blake broke through, he was in Hemet's "effective hunting area."

The old dwarf would never miss a sniper attack from this distance.

"I'm sorry to tell you, my friend Hemet, just now, you sounded your own death knell with your own hands. Run quickly, you won't be able to run any later!"

Blake, who was burning in flames, was not deterred at all.

Amidst the increasingly hot flame wind around him, he blew a wild whistle high into the sky and made a final provocation to the old dwarf. This weird reaction made Hemet frown.

The old dwarf became alert for a moment.

Blake's behavior didn't look like a pretense of bragging, but rather like the behavior of hunters leading difficult prey into a trap. So, it wasn't just him who was hunting the pirates, but the pirates were also seducing him?

Is this guy still hiding helpers nearby?

Nope.

My own hunting sense does not exist

"Um?"

The next moment, the old dwarf, who suddenly felt something approaching quickly, stiffened his neck and turned his head to look at the sky behind him.

Led by a huge Storm Crow, six large crows of different colors spread out in the air, forming a standard raptor hunting formation.

They flew in menacingly, with wind wrapped around their wings, and the induced lightning technique was brewing.

Where these guys flew by, the clear sky was also stained with clouds, and the thick shadows blocked the light of the sun. With the black crow feathers flying, it was like the standard appearance of the big villains.

Really, all that is missing is a magnificent BGM.

"Dry!"

The frightened old dwarf didn't even care about the laughing pirates below. He grabbed the griffin's reins and fled to the other side with himself.

He knew who it was.

If he was given a choice, Old Hemet would rather kill a Loa with a sniper rifle now than face these stalking and crazy "nature's candies".

"The genocidal butcher crawling out of the hellfire of the dead world! How dare you burn Mother Nature's gifts in front of the guardians of nature!

What a blasphemy! How crazy! Unforgivable! "

The shouts of Arch Druid Isolarius rolled across the sky like thunder, and the six high-level druids behind him also roared in anger.

What did they see?

Old Hemet Nesingwari, who was already full of evil and whose crimes were countless, set fire to an innocent forest on this land with his own hands in an extremely crazy manner.

This crazy villain's offense against nature has evolved from killing animals to destroying plants!

There is no doubt that torturing animals for fun can no longer satisfy this dwarf madman's desire for destruction that has no place in his heart. He is trying new "evil entertainment" and trampling on the bottom line of the druids step by step.

Today, right here! To carry out the punishment of nature!

We must not let him escape!

"Wow"

Under the personal control of the Archdruid, thunderbolts, mixed with the dark wind, hit the head of the fleeing old Hemet.

The old dwarf also knew that there was no way to reason with this group of extreme animal protection lunatics. He had already seen how the Society of Humanity practiced the concept of "benevolence" in Winterspring Valley.

In order not to be injured, he turned around and fired two sniper shots at the Archdruid.

Isolarius summoned the bark defense and blocked the first shot, but the second shot pierced the fur, causing the druid to scream in pain and fall diagonally into the sky.

At the same time, the old dwarf's armored griffon was also hit by a bolt of lightning.

The poor beast emitted black smoke, neighed in pain, and spiraled to the ground.

Hemet jumped down first, but when he landed, a huge star-studded bear unexpectedly jumped out from behind and slapped the dwarf on the back, sending him flying far away like a ball.

The old dwarf stood up in embarrassment, raised his head and drank half a bottle of snake oil.

As a result, he saw the hateful pirate appearing carelessly a few hundred yards beside him, with his bow drawn in a leisurely manner against the background of the flames of the burning woods behind him.

Blake shouted in a sinister tone:

"Yo yo yo, isn't this old Lord Hemet? He hasn't seen you for a few minutes and is now in such a mess? I've already told you, I hope your elf friends will pay your funeral expenses in advance before asking you to be a hero.

Oh, right.

I also have a legendary hunter as a mentor. My dear Windrunner mother taught me a truth long ago: the most deadly hunter often appears as a prey!

You old dwarf has bullied beasts for so long that you have forgotten how to deal with your own kind, right?

Run, run!

The terrible Rendehui and I are catching up. "