Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

The double-barreled shotgun in old Hemet's hand fired furiously.

The two bullets that flew out hit the heads of the two elite demon hounds that were chasing him. The monster's disgusting head was opened by the bullets, making the disgusting demon even more disgusting.

But this crisp and instant kill could not change the old dwarf's embarrassing situation.

"The mad druid is followed by the devil? This night is really my disaster day!"

The old dwarf gritted his teeth and cursed, then threw two fragmentation grenades, killing a group of self-destructing imps behind him. When these crazy guys died, the evil energy exploded and burned, igniting the surrounding woods. .

As the green flame burned, Hemet panted and reloaded the shotgun in his hand, while cursing:

"Will there be a giant dragon appearing later to 'add to the fun' for me?"

"Maomao, come on!"

The unlucky dwarf was now barefoot, whistled, summoned his wild beast, and commanded the albino silverback gorilla to wildly attack the demon chasing behind him.

This gorilla also has a history.

It is said to be the chosen incarnation of Loa worshiped by a small tribe of trolls in Stranglethorn Vale. It is much more powerful than ordinary beasts. However, because the Loa itself is weak, the combat effectiveness of this chosen gorilla is naturally inferior. Black's Big Bear.

Although Bighorn has a good temper, he is a serious Ursok blood descendant. There are more powerful beasts in the world, but they are never too many.

However, the old dwarf was very creative and got two big steel fist gloves for his pet gorilla, which effectively made up for the gorilla's lack of attack power.

Let it raise its fist and slam it on the ground, almost punching a low-level demon.

But the wildness of the orangutan also proved that old Hemet was weak and embarrassed at this time. He, a sniper master, needed pets to delay time.

What a shame!

His sniper rifle was taken away and his pistol was thrown away. His left arm hurt badly, and the toxin from the snake oil was still affecting his vision.

What's worse is that walking barefoot is really uncomfortable.

Now all that's left in hand is a double-barreled shotgun for mid-range sniping.

Fortunately, the firearms in Hemet's hands were all the work of true masters, and the slightly less accurate double-barreled shotgun did not prevent the old dwarf from killing two demons with one shot.

The real problem is that he was unprepared for this encounter. He had no idea that there was such a large-scale demon stronghold hidden deep in the Silver Pine Forest.

Are all the mages in Dalaran just for a living?

What a bunch of derelict bastards!

Their mistakes and laziness are now going to send old Hemet into despair again. Damn, is this the first time tonight that he has been in despair?

The old dwarf cursed loudly while picking up the shotgun and aiming for a headshot.

He stepped back, greeting all the mages of Dalaran, all the druids of the Order of the Benevolent, and all the female ancestors of the stinky pirates who robbed him, in the rude way that dwarves are very "creative" as he reloaded. them.

It fully expressed his desire to have in-depth communication with all the above bastards, as well as the mothers and grandmothers of the damn demons in front of him.

He was really tired tonight.

He never wanted to go through this mess of "if you can't kill him, it will only make him stronger".

"Maomao, come back!"

Hemet loaded the bullet and whistled to let his wild pet rush back. He lay on the gorilla's solid shoulders and directed his pet to carry him to break out in the other direction.

The demon in front of him can't stop a raging legendary hunter at all. Any demon that dares to block the way, no matter what type, no matter what size, no matter whether it can fly or run.

They will all be shot in the head by an angry dwarf.

But these demons were just cannon fodder to slow him down, and soon the real threat emerged.

In Old Hemet's keen sense, there was a strange and heavy sound of horse hooves in the dark forest behind him.

He looked back and saw nine black knights wearing black armor and hoods, using different weapons, riding on their weird, ferocious and vicious heavy-armored hell horses, chasing him.

The eerie silence of those guys exuded a chilling evil aura. The horses under their crotches were also very strange. They were walking on flat ground in the forest full of trees, without being slowed down at all.

"Dry!"

The dwarf hunter cursed and urged the gorilla beneath him to speed up.

He turned around and picked up the shotgun, took aim briefly and then pulled the trigger.

"boom"

A sniper bullet flew in, knocking one of the nine black knights off his horse. The guy's helmet and hood exploded, but his head was protected by weird energy.

He stood up unsteadily and was about to get on his horse, but was hit again in the head by two consecutive sniper shots from old Hemet who was too strong and unreasonable.

This time the evil power gifted to him by his demonic master could no longer protect him.

The black knight's headless body shook and hit the ground.

But the strange thing is that the other eight black knights didn't care at all about the death of their companions. They didn't even stop to check. Instead, they mobilized their horses faster and surrounded the old dwarf.

That kind of impatient posture is like a group of hungry pot-bellied people, smelling delicious food, and want to pounce on it to feast.

"Maomao, hurry up!"

yelled old Hemet.

It's a pity that the gorilla is not a beast that can run long distances from any angle.

Their endurance is very poor.

The albino gorilla Maomao also wanted to help his master escape capture, but he really couldn't do it. Being forced by the current situation, he simply threw the old dwarf to the ground.

Then he turned around and slapped his chest, activating his wild rage while roaring angrily, turning around and rushing towards the black knight behind him.

It wants to use its own life to buy its master some breathing time.

"Maomao, no! Come back!"

The dwarf got up from the ground and saw his pet throwing the two black knights off their horses with great ferocity.

He roared in despair, took out the frag grenade and wildfire bomb, and with red eyes, rushed towards the black knight in front of him who he could not defeat at this time.

Hunters would never let their loyal pets fight alone, let alone sacrifice their pets in exchange for their own lives.

Competent hunters will never be able to do this.

"Death is just reincarnation. Each reincarnation will make us stronger. You have no chance of winning! Sad dwarf."

Eredin, the leader of the Black Knights, laughed cruelly.

He was riding a horse, charging from the flank with a heavy sword. Old Hemet was entangled by three black knights. He dodged the charge of Eredin's horse, but did not avoid the sweeping sweep of the black knight's heavy sword.

The power of evil energy and shadow wrapped around the magic steel sword, and with only one slash, the exhausted old dwarf was sent flying. The shotgun in his hand was also cut into two pieces with a harsh sound.

"Asshole! Come on!"

The disgraced Hemet climbed up from the ground, grabbed his dwarf one-handed ax, and challenged the black knight rushing in front of him.

He is going to die.

he knows.

This is truly a desperate situation.

This is the last hunt. It's a pity that I have become the prey that others will brag about.

"Whoosh"

Just as Hemet was making a desperate last ditch effort, the sharp howl of the gryphon sounded from the darkness above him.

A charged sniper arrow rotated at high speed with terrifying sprinting force, slicing the head of the charging black knight's hell horse from the center.

The headless horse fell forward, causing the black knight, who was holding the war hammer and full of momentum, to look like a dog chewing mud. The horse stumbled and fell to the ground.

The unlucky guy rolled forward, and was finally jumped from the sky. The guy who descended from the sky stepped on his head with his shiny combat boots, and was forced to stay in place.

His cool helmet was thrown away, revealing his skinny head wrapped in evil magic.

The latter raised his head with difficulty, and with evil green eyes he saw Nathanos Maris, who was holding a beast bone war spear above his head and smiling at him.

"Hello, Black Knights. I have heard the legend about your 'treasure hunt' many times. This is the first time we meet, so let me give you a 'gift' for Black."

After saying that, the Goron beast bone war spear polished by the elf craftsman stabbed into the black knight's open mouth with sharp precision, wanting to insult him.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound, and the unfortunate black knight's body twitched violently.

"Go save the loyal beast!"

Maris waved his hand, and Desolation and Electric Claw moved forward to support the gorilla Maomao who was being beaten by three black knights.

The old dwarf who had narrowly escaped death sat on the spot panting. He looked at Maris who was squatting down and searching the headless body of the black knight. He said:

"Did I know you before? Man, why did you save me?"

"I was just out hunting. It was an accident to save you."

The ranger general of Lordaeron took off the luggage of the black knight at his feet, tied the luggage containing the treasure to himself, and said without raising his head:

"And you obviously know nothing about the 'generosity' of the legendary Black Knights, you hapless old dwarf. I heard from my friend that these guys are the richest people in Azeroth!

Moreover, they are 'philanthropic' and most like to 'help' people in need of 'help'.

This time we are lucky, but we must not let them escape. "

Maris said something witty, grabbed the Flying Ball Song, and fired at the black knights who were besieging the war beasts in front.

A few seconds later, a low horn sound sounded from behind the forest. The black knights seemed to have encountered unexpected trouble and they were preparing to retreat.

"Hey, can you still fight?"

Maris looked back at the old dwarf, who wiped the blood on his beard and was about to step forward with a one-handed axe. The Ranger General threw him the standard Alliance elite rifle in his bag.

He patted the old dwarf on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and said:

"I'll fight for you from the front. Master, show me your skills."

Old Hemet, who had regained the gun, did not answer. He just pushed the bullet into the gun chamber with a click, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his embarrassed face.

"Oh yeah, come on, baby!"

The old dwarf, who was filled with anger, gritted his teeth and said this.

The next moment, a deadly sniper bullet came out.

The pirates who have entered the depths of the forest have no intention of wasting time in meaningless battles. The black knights are immortal, and there is no point in trying their best to kill them.

All he wants now is to search for treasures.

He ran to the body of the black knight that was killed by old Hemet before and searched for it. He was about to pick another soft persimmon and squeeze it, but suddenly a terrifying evil storm burst out in the burning forest behind him.

The pirate was stunned for a moment, climbed up the big tree next to him with brisk steps, and looked back.

He saw a female demon hunter who had entered a demonic transformation, fighting a large demon lord summoned by the black knight in the burning forest.

The most coincidental thing is that he still knows the race of the demon lord.

Not only do they know each other, but they are already the kind of people who once almost vomited.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Elder of Three Dynasties' Zakun? We are an old acquaintance."

The pirate vomited harshly.

The guy wreaking havoc in the distance is exactly like an enlarged demon guard.

The only difference is that the magic steel armor on it is more gorgeous and thicker than the ordinary demon guard, but it is the same style. Even the magic steel spikes behind him and the sharp-edged battle helmet on his head were exactly the same.

In fact, this kind of demon called "Evil Lord" is indeed the advanced form of Demon Guard.

Blake's loyal demon, Crazy Cleverland, will be promoted to such a high-level demon form in the future as long as he has enough time to grow.

They are the melee demon commanders in the Burning Legion. They are very good at hand-to-hand combat and powerful. This will make it very difficult for female demon hunters who have transformed from demons to fight.

It is estimated that this demon hunter who ran out to "eat a midnight snack" in the middle of the night did not expect that she would encounter such a powerful demon lord in the Silver Pine Forest.

"It seems that the demon worshipers Dagrop said are active in Azeroth and trying to summon Archimonde into the material world are these black knights."

Black narrowed his eyes and looked at the battle in front of him. The female demon hunter could not be the opponent of such an evil lord. Even if she activates her demon transformation, her defeat is only a matter of time.

The pirate had no intention of stepping forward to help.

In other words, he is waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

"Wow! Demon! Tremble under the dragon's wrath, you evil one!"

But Blake chose to assess the situation, but some people were not afraid and attacked him head-on.

As the pirates watched in stunned silence, the little star rushed down from the sky, carrying Jaina and Ellie who were screaming loudly, and bravely pounced on the evil lord who was suppressing the demon hunter.

The stupid blue dragon seems to be planning to use his magic to help the "female devil" who bravely fights the devil.

But she overlooked one very important thing.

That was her own strength, which was not as strong as that of the demon hunter.

"Don't go there"

Blake raised his hand to warn, and saw the evil lord smashing his magic steel ax into the sky, and the terrifying weapon wrapped in evil energy rotated and blasted into the sky.

It even caused a low sonic boom.

A demon who can become a Fel Lord is not so stupid that he doesn't even have anti-air tactics.

"puff"

While the pirate covered his eyes in despair, the little star spraying ice in the sky was hit head-on by an axe, and the dragon language magic shield outside his body shattered.

She whined, swirling around in the frost and crashing from the sky to the edge of the burning forest, like a catastrophic crash site.

How handsome he was when he appeared on the stage, but how embarrassed he will be when he falls.

"I've warned you over and over again, but I still can't stop you, the blue dragon, from coming all the way to embarrass me."

Blake covered his eyes in despair and said:

"Very good, you will be the new 'Blue Dragon's Shame' from now on."