Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Swish, swish"

At the junction of Silverpine Forest and Lake Lordamre, Blake was squatting by the lake in the night, cleaning a pair of black boots.

The thing that had just been snatched from the feet of old Hemet Nesingwari was made of thick leather from some huge creature, with delicate metal pieces dotting the soles and tops of the feet.

It maintains a very good defense while maintaining a warm and comfortable touch.

The key point is that the bottom layer of this boot is hollow, and when necessary, some hunters' "gadgets" can be put into it.

"I've washed it three times. The old dwarf doesn't have foot odor anymore. Is it almost clean?"

Blake lifted the shoe out of the water, shook it hard, pulled out the fragment of Azzinoth, injected magic power to make the blade burn, and placed it under the boot to dry the water stains.

Then he took off his shoes and put on the old dwarf's hunting boots on the spot.

Well, don't think too much about it, Blake doesn't have some weird quirk.

He must take away the old dwarf's shoes, not just to humiliate old Hemet, but because the shoes themselves are very powerful. This can be seen from its entry:

Hemet Nesingwari's Decoy Boots

Legendary quality [Hunter exclusive]

Extraordinary agility. Extraordinary endurance. Extremely fast spellcasting.

Item effects:

1. Trap Boots:

Old Hemet's hunting boots were carefully modified by the dwarf engineering master. Up to four small hunting traps can be placed on the hollow soles, and they can be arranged around quietly without being discovered.

2. Boots of freedom:

This pair of shoes has been blessed by the Wildhammer dwarf shamans, making it highly adaptable to various terrains. When equipped with boots, the user ignores any terrain obstruction and is extremely resistant to any form of movement-restricting effects.

3. Boots of Exploration:

Old Hemet equipped his beloved shoes with metal spikes with strong grip, so that he could protect his feet well when he stepped on any traps.

These boots have also been blessed by natural magic. When equipped with bait boots, they will not actively trigger any natural or magical traps unless you deliberately step hard on the traps for some reason.

4. Hunting boots:

When equipped with Bait Boots, any enemy that steps on the trap you set will be automatically given the Hunter's Mark.

When an enemy is affected by your trap, your ranged attacks against him are more damaging.

The more traps the enemy steps on, the greater the destructive power increases.

Item Description:

Looking carefully, there were ugly marks on the boots. It looked like some kind of beast with huge teeth had tried to bite off a piece of the boots.

But it failed, and it itself became part of the shoe.

"Cool, this attribute entry is the worst among all the legendary equipment I have ever seen, but its special effects make me want to stop. Old Hemet is really an amazing man.

With this thing, I feel like I can challenge the wilderness trial now. "

The pirate stood up wearing his new shoes and jumped on the spot twice, feeling the warmth and comfort of the shoes and the powerful effect it brought to him.

But now to challenge the wilderness trial and so on, it is just a verbal talk.

If he really wanted to bring out the maximum power of old Hemet's magical boots, he would have to adjust his learning focus from now on and start studying the hunter's trap skills.

However, as Blake said, his hunting mentor, Mother Windrunner, was not good at using traps, and the elves' Far Walker Legion did not use traps as their main means of attack.

This is normal.

Each legend has areas where they are not good at, which are their "weaknesses" that can be exploited and targeted.

"And this gun that almost blew my skull off."

The pirate whistled, first used the elemental emblem to extract the magic power from his old shoes, made a handful of air coins and threw them into his bag, and then picked up old Hemet's hunting gun.

He held it in his hand and looked through it, his face full of joy.

What man wouldn't like something that's hard, long, as hard as iron, and can shoot terrible ammunition to kill people?

But compared to Hemet’s magical boots, this gun is a little inferior:

Precisely calibrated black iron sniper rifle

Epic·Excellent Quality

Item Description:

This was the trophy that Hemet snatched from the Black Iron Royal Marksman Captain during the Second War. The two sharpshooters met in the smoke and dust of the Searing Canyon. The old dwarf drew his gun faster.

That's the whole story.

hint:

It's a really good gun, but its construction is so complex that you'll probably need to hire the guidance of a master engineer to use it properly.

The pirate grabbed the good gun, put it against his shoulder and made an aiming and shooting motion. After pulling the trigger, he simulated the sound of firing with his mouth.

And the little fish-man at his feet poked his head out of the cold water in a sneaky way.

There was also unconcealable joy on the fishman's face. It found a rapid-fire pistol from the lake that the old dwarf had shot away by the archdruid in the battle.

The size is very suitable for its body shape. Its high-quality crossbow can finally be retired and can be used as a reward for the "sharp marksman" among the fish-men pirates under his command.

The two of them smiled happily in the night, and they probably felt that the old dwarf Hemet, who had disappeared into the Silver Pine Forest, was full of treasures.

It is simply a mobile treasure house.

"Ah, this night has been really tiring. Fortunately, I have gained a lot. I can finish my roaming in the hills with satisfaction and go back to Dalaran to have a good sleep."

The pirate threw the sniper rifle in his backpack and stretched greatly. He summoned his hippogryph in the dark night, turned over and sat on the saddle, and was about to fly back to Dalaran.

But when the hippogryph took off, he suddenly jumped into seclusion, pulling his hippogryph and the little murloc into the shadows.

Blake made a silent movement towards the two of them, and then pointed to the night sky not far away. On the shore of Lake Lordamre, there was an inaudible figure, gliding silently.

She looked like an owl preying in the night sky.

Black devil wings appeared behind the slender figure, crossing the lake lightly and flashing forward in two flexible jumps.

"A demon hunter? How strange."

Black, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at the demon hunter flying quickly above his head. He rubbed his chin and thought:

"This should be the strange guy who hid in the crowd and peeked at me when we entered the city. What was she doing in the Silver Pine Forest when she stayed up in the middle of the night?"

"Follow me and see if you can find out?"

Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"I just wanted to tell you that something doesn't seem right deep in this forest. Haven't you noticed that since you entered this forest, the Cassanatil in your body has been unusually silent?

This cunning thing obviously doesn't want you to stay here any longer, and it seems to have sensed something. "

"I don't!"

The fear devil in the pirate's heart immediately retorted:

"You filthy guy, don't spit on others!"

"."

This reaction made Blake freeze on the spot. After a few seconds, he said to Xal'atath in a suspicious tone:

"I let you use shadow to corrode its life form, but I didn't let you mess with its brain with void. Look at its poor response. How is this the response that a cunning Dread Lord should have?

Did you bully it without telling me? Or give it a lobotomy? "

"Well, this is just the 'sequelae' of Nasrezim's life form transforming into the shadow of the void."

The inner demon lady said in a rare and embarrassing tone:

"Of course, it's possible that I 'exerted too much force', which caused it to be a bit deeply affected by the void, but it's not my fault. You, the inner demon, were so weak that even the core evil power was drained away by you.

I just push it a little bit and it doesn't work.

But the good news is that just because it is weak, its transformation process into the 'Shadow Demon' is very smooth. As long as you can tolerate your inner demon turning into a drooling idiot, I am confident that it will be completed within a month or two. of erosion.

In your words, brains and wisdom are not necessary for survival. Without them, the power of the devil will still be the power of the devil. It will be easier for you to use it, and you will not be afraid of the rebellion of the inner demons. "

Xal'atath kept encouraging the pirates to give her more "power". Blake followed the strange demon hunter who ran out for a walk in the middle of the night and walked deeper into the forest. He replied:

"Isn't this not good? Devils also have human rights."

"Yes! I also have human rights!"

Cassanatil replied immediately.

However, the almost explosive concentration of "stupidity" in his words made the pirates more sure that there might be something wrong with the devil's brain. But wasn't he still answering questions fluently earlier today?

Xal'atas is indeed a professional in this regard.

"Then let's discuss it."

The pirate said to his inner demons in a "teaching-like" way:

"You help me contact the Shadow Realm, and I will prevent my inner demon lady from corrupting you more horribly. You can retain your evil wisdom, and I can get what I want.

You see, it's a win-win deal. "

"I"

Cassanatil was silent for a few seconds.

Xal'atath released a force of void power with a wink as a clear threat. The pirate could clearly feel his inner demon trembling, and then it replied in a low voice:

"let me consider it."

After saying that, the inner demon immediately fell silent and blocked his consciousness. But its self-blocking was almost like paper in Xal'atas' eyes.

"Oh, it turns out that cruel and ruthless demons are not fearless. This is really disappointing. Isn't there a real killing machine in these stars?"

The pirate curled his lips and sighed, and as Xal'atath's weird laughter slowly faded away, he moved more briskly toward the forest.

After more than ten minutes of following a thin, fair, demon hunter lady who seemed easy to bully, the pirate finally figured out the reason why the demon hunter ran away in the middle of the night.

Oh, it turns out she was hungry and ran out to "look for food".

A camp of devil worshipers appeared somewhere deep in the Silver Pine Forest. There were many wandering devils wandering around. In the eyes of the devil hunters, they were the best 'food'.

But this old Hemet was really unlucky. He had just escaped from the lunatic Druid of the Society of Benevolence, and on his way there, he actually plunged into the camp of a group of devil worshipers.

But where do so many demons come from here?

——

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

In the hidden woodland of Silver Pine Forest, a group of weirdly dressed guys are holding a "conference" in the dark.

"The cunning pirate Blackshaw gave away the treasures he had stolen from us and dedicated to the Great Master. Only Urthalus Deadwind Reaper remains in his possession.

And he's using it less and less frequently.

It is difficult for us to accurately capture his position. "

Against the backdrop of the burning green evil fire, the leader of the Black Spirit Pirates and the leader of the Black Knights, Eredin, stroked the Kingslayer dagger on his waist. Wearing a black robe, he said in a deep voice to the eight brothers beside the fire:

"This must be because Dahai's villains are aware of the approaching threat and are starting to distract us in this way. If we can't catch him this time, we may fall into a worse hunt."

"But Eredin, he's in Dalaran now."

Another black knight said dumbly:

"Not just him, many of our cursed treasures are now in Dalaran. This is an excellent opportunity, we can catch them all!

There are many treasures in Dalaran that can be dedicated to the master. "

"Of course, my brothers, isn't that why we're here?"

Eredin let out a cruel and evil laugh, and under his black hood, there was a thick dark mist, and his voice echoed from the rolling mist.

He said:

"But we must be patient, brothers, we must find an opportunity to rush into that city, pour the wrath of the master on this miserable magical city, and burn it to the ground.

Oh, the great Master will be delighted by this and reward His faithful servants generously.

But to complete this great undertaking, we must first prepare our ‘reinforcements’. How fast is the demon army gathering in Marton? "

He looked at the black knight beside him who was holding a steel staff, and the latter replied in a low voice:

"Several demon lords are already in place, but the Defilers have not yet reached Marton. We should wait, right? The demon runes I arranged in the forest were touched, and the elite demons guarding the runes were killed.

Someone came over, very fast and very strong.

It's an intruder! "

"A mage from Dalaran?"

Eredin's tone suddenly became serious. The black knight, the spell caster, shook his head and said:

"I felt the natural power of the wilderness. It should be a legendary hunter. He was injured, very seriously. His soul was delicious, exuding a wild and desperate smell."

"Hahaha, a legendary hunter who threw himself into a trap? That's great."

Eredin did not use the Kingslayer dagger at his waist, but instead drew out the magic steel rune sword from his back with his backhand. He said to his brothers in a cruel and joyful voice:

"Come on, brothers, we are in for a treat tonight."

At the same time, a blue dragon was flying rapidly towards Silverpine Forest from the direction of Dalaran, followed behind her by a majestic armored griffin.

"Let your bird fly faster!"

The little star carrying little Gianna and Ellie who had sneaked out in the middle of the night shouted to Nathanos Maris behind him:

"It's too late to watch the excitement. Hey, the annoying captain will tell jokes. I want to see what kind of dwarf can shoot down a powerful dragon like me with one shot!"