Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Enjoy the last day of your life, butcher! Eat whatever you want, and drink some of the evil liquid you brewed by wasting the precious food given by nature!

Tonight, when the Archdruid comes back, I will let you experience the wrath of nature! "

Salas language filled with hatred and anger echoed in the ward, but also had a hint of getting what he wanted.

The speaker was a Kaldorei elf girl wearing a thick bandage on her waist.

Although her robe and equipment were removed due to treatment, judging from the blooming flowers in her hair, she was undoubtedly a druid.

She received personal treatment from Grand Knight Turalyon last night and early this morning, and the healing power that was completely different from Mother Nature saved her from her coma.

That was a very novel experience.

The warm and holy holy light was faster and more direct than the divine spells of the Moon God Priests and the natural healing of the druids. Especially the spellcasting of a great knight quickly saved her from a near-death state.

But in terms of subsequent injury healing, the Holy Light is obviously not as effective as the Moon God Spell and the Rejuvenation Spell, so this druid girl will look pale now.

Even when he scolded and spoke, he felt a little weak.

So even though her eyes were full of anger, she wished she could get up right now and rush over to strangle the old dwarf on the bed next to her to death.

But her whole body hurt when she moved, so "nature's revenge and punishment" became "nature's just condemnation."

The three druids beside her recovered slowly and couldn't even speak, so they could only widen their eyes while she scolded them, pretending to be "glaring at you to death". Add momentum to your companions.

Well, if they could take off the bandages and plasters on their bodies, as well as the colorful herbs smeared on their faces, their aura might be even more powerful.

"Hey, who are you scaring?"

On the hospital bed next to the druid girl, with his arm and left leg hanging, the old dwarf Hemet, also wearing a hospital gown, still maintained the bold style of a dwarf.

He was surrounded by four druids of the Rende Society, but he was not afraid at all.

He was also lying on the hospital bed, grinning at them and shouting:

"When my dwarf brothers come over, I'll kill the four of you first! Then when your villain Archdruid brings people over, I don't have to pick a place, I'll kill you all in this healing center!

How dare you make faces for me!

You hateful little girl, where is my gun?

Nurse!

Get my gun!

I'm going to blow this annoying elf's head off with one shot! "

Dwarves are fierce.

The scene of filming the hospital bed and yelling is also a bit bluffing.

But the words he yelled out were always somewhat lacking in energy.

After all, the experience of being sent into desperate situations last night was too tragic. According to the great knight Turalyon who also examined him, the old dwarf lost almost one-third of his body's blood last night.

His life is also hanging by a thread.

Even if he is a legend and a rough-skinned dwarf, it will take time to recover after being treated.

Five patients get together, even if they have deep hatred, they can't do anything dangerous other than insulting and paying tribute to each other. But the real dangerous problem is that both sides are now recruiting troops.

Archdruid Isolarius borrowed Dalaran's teleportation ritual to pull more than twenty murderous high-level druids from Moonlight Grove in one breath.

The old dwarf Hemet also made many friends in Ironforge.

As soon as the news came out that he had provoked the elves and was given a "death notice" by the other party, the two dwarf legends Muradin and Falstad who were guarding Lothar in Dalaran said that anyone who wanted to harm old Hemet should be killed. You have to fight them first.

The old dwarf is also a tough guy.

After experiencing the desperate situation last night, he now felt very insecure.

So after returning to Dalaran, I immediately sent a message to one of my "drinking buddies" and "hunting buddies" who was considered "notorious" even in Ironforge.

Early this morning, when the legendary dwarf hunter Fargo Flintlock personally drove an engineering reconnaissance aircraft customized from a dwarf and equipped with three rapid-fire cannons and landed on the Dalaran flying platform, even the last The dull six-person council members all realized something was wrong.

The plane of that crazy dwarf who is crazy about gunpowder is filled with a huge amount of explosives that can blow up the Violet Castle! Just as much explosives as he used to blow up the orc army camp in the Khaz Modan War!

He claimed that as long as the crazy elves dared to take action, he would guarantee that all druids in Dalaran would get a free "corpse cremation".

Rendehui saw that the dwarves had gathered three legendary "escorts". Not only did they not give in, but they started the second round of summons. According to Isolarius, he wanted to call over the three great druids in the Moonlight Grove.

In a word, Hemet Nesingwari will die tonight!

No one can save him!

The development of this situation was completely unexpected by the six-member council.

But these mages are the masters of the Magic City. Just because they invite the druids into the city in a friendly manner does not mean that they will let these guys do whatever they want.

So when Blake was brought to the first aid office on Magic Commercial Street by Nathanos, what he saw was a whole five teams of battle mages blocking the street from both sides.

Even two of Dalaran's stupid bipedal robot-like golems were dispatched.

There are also some Phoenix mages from Quel'Thalas wandering around.

Obviously, Prince Kael'thas, who had lived in Dalaran and had deep feelings for the city, also did not want to see the situation continue to deteriorate.

"Shor's assassin agents have also set up sentries around. This old dwarf is so proud that he keeps so many people busy working for his life."

Black, wearing the Corruptor's robe, curled his lips and said to Maris next to him:

"As I said last night, those mages have no idea what they have cleared out, and those extreme people from the Rende Society will not let it go."

"This is a city for humans. No matter how crazy they are, there must be a limit!"

Nathanos said in a bad tone.

The pirate asked in an exaggerated tone:

"Now that things are like this, do you still think they are 'making nonsense'? How serious are you? Are you still trying to reason with them?

If they could really reason with you, they wouldn't have gotten so far that even the Cenarion Order of Druids would have to find a way to expel them. Hey, kids, don’t think that just because you fought demons with them last night, you are friends.

Old Hemet was only the first.

When he is killed, all the hunters in the eastern continent will suffer, and the rangers of Quel'Thalas will not be able to escape. Do you know how Rende will judge whether you are a 'butcher'? "

Nathanos shook his head.

Blake laughed and asked:

"Have you ever gone hunting just to practice your hunting skills instead of filling your stomach?"

"Yes, I have."

Maris and the pirate walked into the medical office and said:

"What hunter hasn't had this experience?"

"very good."

Blake snorted and said in an indifferent tone:

"Then you are also a 'sinner' in their eyes. They are druids, and they have many ways to determine whether you have the 'smell of blood' on you.

Believe me.

If you encounter them in the wild in the future and they 'greet' you with very vicious words, it has proven that they are merciful.

These guys will use all methods including assassination when carrying out 'nature's revenge and punishment'. They are more ruthless than you think.

To be honest, I think they are a good fit to join Ravenholdt, and they will definitely become a killer faction with great potential. "

This standard shocked Nathanos for a moment.

As the two approached the ward, they heard the quarrel coming from it, and heard old Hemet yelling at the nurse to get him a gun. The pirate curled his lips, and under Marius's surprised gaze, He took out his short-barreled crit shotgun from his bag, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Here, here you go, the gun you want."

Black dropped the gun in the old dwarf's hand and pressed it to the wound, making Hermit grin in pain. Then he saw the pirate taking out his pipe, holding it in his mouth, and said vaguely to him:

"There are exactly four bullets, one for each of these four guys. After killing them, we have to run away before those crazy druids come after us."

"Whoosh"

A light of teleportation shone beside the pirate. The female mage in nurse uniform looked coldly at the pipe in the pirate's mouth. She said fiercely:

"No smoking allowed in the hospital! Put it out!"

"Well"

Black hesitated for a moment, then honestly took down the pipe under the glare of the mage sister. The female mage was very satisfied with the pirate's knowledge and used teleportation to leave.

From beginning to end, he never glanced at the loaded gun in the old dwarf's hand.

Obviously, the mages were sure that the old dwarf would not do anything excessive. Although the Rende Society might be a little abnormal, old Hemet was obviously not a madman.

"Asshole, give me my shoes back!"

Old Hemet did not reach for the gun in his hand. Instead, he sat up, slung his shoulders and shouted to Black:

"Those are my favorite shoes, and my gun, come back!"

"You want to take back the things that were left in my pocket? You dwarf has such a big heart."

Blake sneered twice, deliberately lifted the corners of his robe to show the dwarf the hunting boots on his feet, and deliberately mocked:

"These shoes are so comfortable. If you stop hunting in the future, you can definitely make a lot of money by becoming a shoemaker."

"Shua"

Old Hemet, whose face turned red with anger, grabbed the short-barreled shotgun at hand, raised it with one hand and aimed at the pirate's head, with his stubby fingers on the trigger.

Seeing this scene, the four druids of the Society of Humanity beside them were overjoyed.

Their intelligence work was good. When they arrived in Dalaran, they learned that this strangely dressed warlock was suspected to have some connection with the smelly pirate Black Shaw.

If the bad-mouthed warlock angers the old dwarf and lets Hemet kill him with one shot, he will definitely draw the bad-mouthed pirate out, and the Rende Society will be saved from two troubles at once.

You can catch them all in Dalaran.

"It's almost done."

Black ignored the shotgun pressed against his head. He reached out to push it away and whispered to the angry dwarf:

"Don't pretend to be a victim, Hemet. As I said before, you took the initiative to allow your elf friends to come to trouble me, and it's your own fault for what happened now.

I came here to talk to you about business.

Look at the handsome guy next to me. He saved you last night, right?

You owe him your life. "

The pirate patted Maris next to him on the shoulder and said to old Hemet very rudely:

“This highly motivated young man is pursuing a more advanced way of hunting, but his identity determines that it is impossible for him to go to the sharpshooter camp recently.

So I hope you can serve as an introducer and bring my friend into the hidden path. You saw his hunting skills with your own eyes last night, and he is definitely qualified to be your companion. "

"Him? He's not even interested. He's almost like an apprentice."

The old dwarf snorted, turned around and waved the gun in his hand in a threatening manner, and waved it maliciously at the female druid who had just scolded him.

The latter's eyes shone with unyielding light, but in the end he did not issue any more "natural condemnation".

Obviously, the weapon of criticism cannot represent the criticism of the weapon. Even the extreme druids who have sworn the oath of nature also know the value of life.

The room finally became quiet, which made the old dwarf feel better.

He turned back to Blake and said:

"But you are indeed a good hunter. The way you set the trap yesterday was very clever, and it was already one-third as good as when I was young.

Huh, it's not impossible for me to be Nathanos Marris's introducer, but you have to agree to one condition. "

"Hey, are you sure you want to negotiate terms with me?"

Black rolled his eyes under the mask, hugged his shoulders, and the old god said:

"I think I need to remind you, old Hemet, that your hunting partners are not just the three who were 'kidnapped' by the Rende Society! You also have a son.

What I'm saying is, before you ask me for something outrageous, think about them a little more. "

"I just want to ask you to help me rescue Harold, Karin, and Eddie. You are the most powerful stalker I have ever seen. Several masters of Ravenholdt are also better at 'sneaking'. I won’t fuck you.”

The old dwarf said with some melancholy:

"I originally planned to do it myself, but now that I am injured, those madmen from the Rende Society will definitely use this to blackmail me. I have dealt with them, and I know how cunning these extreme druids are.

They are just a branch of the Cenarion Order.

They looked so aggressive, but in fact they didn't dare to act recklessly in Dalaran, otherwise the legendary ruthless Fandral Staghelm would not have let them go.

The big fuss now just puts pressure on me and makes me panic. Hey, the old-fashioned hunting method. I won't do this anymore after I turn ninety.

But the trouble is, they have the best bait. "

"Huh? You still dare to say that you are a good hunter? I can't see how smart you are?"

Hearing Old Hemet's helpless words, Black sneered, waved his hand and took his gun from the dwarf's hand, and said to the two people around him:

"You all should learn from it and see how the real bad guys do things!"

After saying that, he walked over to the female Druid who was recovering from her injuries, grabbed her by the hair, fired a shot into the air, and then pressed the muzzle of the gun that was emitting gunpowder smoke to the forehead of the confused female elf. superior.

He cleared his throat again and shouted to the other three druids:

"Hands up! Be honest! Just be obedient and no one will get hurt.

Now you are the captives of Hemet Nesingwari, the evil butcher of the wilderness! Maris, you serve as a messenger and send a message to the lunatic druids of the Rende Society. In an hour, there will be a hostage exchange at Dalaran Fountain Square!

Four for three!

By the way, we agreed that Dalaran would be the "neutral zone" for the war between the two sides, and asked a great mage from the six-person council to come and preside over it. Finally, I asked the druids to bring 50,000 gold coins as a reward for "presiding over peace".

If they dare to be late for one minute, let them wait to collect the bodies of their companions! "

This operation shocked everyone in the ward.

Blake turned around and said to the old dwarf:

"Look, the problem is solved, you have a 'bait' in your hand. I can only help you so far, you pathetic good man."