Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1117 213. Old Hemet must have destroyed the world in his last life to provoke you in this life-[920]

  The city of Astrana is the largest settlement of the Kaldorei in Kalimdor except for Mount Hyjal, where more than 400,000 elven civilians live.

  The city was built on a long and narrow island in the middle of a lake.

  In the night, the ancient trees around the city and the moon well in the city are emitting a quiet light, and the moonlight falling from the forest shrouds the city, making this huge elf city full of a sense of harmony.

   It does not have the hustle and bustle of human cities, nor the hustle and bustle of orcs, but it is indeed another proof of the power of civilization, representing peace and quiet time.

  Unfortunately tonight, this city and this forest are not destined to be peaceful.

   Because one **** and another group of **** decided to go to war here.

   Black Shaw has thrown out the battle declaration, and the Rende Society has also responded very directly.

   "Blake Shaw! Nature-destroying villain, order-breaking bastard, genocide butcher who is in sympathy with Hemet Nesingwary! You have escaped from nature's punishment for far too long, today!

Just today!

   The wrath of nature has come!

lay down your weapon!

  Repent! "

   Before Blake could fully appreciate the elegant beauty of Astrana, a roar sounded above the forest corridor.

   appeared like a robber who robbed the Dao. Following the righteous denunciation of Isolaius, the leader of the Rende Society, a "judgment" of more than four Grand Druids and thirty high-ranking Druids descended from the sky.

   Some of them maintain their elf form, some have turned into giant bears or cheetahs, some are summoning tree people to help fight, and there are three naive "big coo" in the crowd.

  Well, that's the Moonlight Moonkin form that is closest to the caster of the druids' shapeshifting magic.

  The wildkins known as "Beasts of the Moon God" are very strange creatures. They have bird-like bodies, but are very fat, with wings as short as arms but unable to fly, and owl-like faces with antlers.

   Wears thick fur and walks in human form.

  Because of being too fat, there is always a naive feeling when walking.

  Elves consider them as pets of the moon god, not only because they are cute.

   Also, because wildkins are born with the ability to use natural magic, as beasts blessed by the moon **** Elune, some old wildkins can even use simple moon **** magic.

  Druids learn from such fantastic beasts, and also get the Moonkin form enhanced by spellcasting, but not all druids choose the Moonkin form.

  Only those druids who believe in the way of nature and also worship the moon **** Elune will take the wildkin form as their main fighting stance.

   After all, you can see from the wildkin's fat and naive posture that these guys are completely bad at melee combat, and they sacrificed their sharp claws and wildness for their spellcasting ability.

   is a special form that requires the assistance of other melee companions to exert the strongest destructive power.

  Black really didn't know that there were still wildkin druids in the Rende Society, which made him feel that these guys were a bit tricky.

   Once the wildkin druids join forces to release the magic of forbidden demons, he will really be beaten by these druids.

The beasts formed by the   Rende Society surrounded the pirates and orcs almost instantly.

   They are quick and fast, this forest is full of natural energy, this is their home field, and they have an advantage in numbers, it is absolutely impossible to lose!

   "Escape!"

  Isolarius, leaning on the wild nature staff, stared at Black riding the **** horse, and he yelled loudly:

   "Your surrender will avert a brutal battle, Blake Shaw! Look around you, you stand no chance!

   We won't mistreat you, that's not druid code, but after we catch the damned Hemet Nesingwary, I'll lock you up with your villainy friend.

   In this way, during the long thousand years of captivity, you can at least persuade each other and share your repentance towards nature! "

   "First of all, my relationship with old Hemet is not that good yet!"

   In the face of persuading him to surrender, the stinky pirate raised a finger and waved it, correcting Isolaius' wrong statement, then stretched out the second finger and said:

   "Secondly, it's not enough to ask me to surrender! I mean, even if you can't find Malfurion Stormrage, at least call Fandral Deerhelm to give you a scene.

  Finally, I didn't see Omuron the Skywhacker among you

This is good.

   It seems that there are still calm people in the Cenarion Order. "

  While the pirates and the Druids were facing off, Grom Hellscream rode on the wolf and drew out a blood roar with a swoosh. He didn't intend to help the smelly pirates.

   He just wanted to cut down a few people to have a good time.

   but was stopped by Brocks.

   Under the leadership of the old orcs, the orcs distanced themselves from Blake, and Kane, who wanted to step forward to help, was dragged away by the intelligent bull Hamuul.

  Smelly pirates don't need help at all.

   You can tell by looking at the sinister smile on his face and his vicious behavior that he continued to provoke the Druids even when he was surrounded.

  He thinks he can win!

   "You sent your "goodwill" to me, but I smashed it to pieces, what should you do in the face of a big bad guy like me?

   Come on, everyone, come and play. "

  The smelly pirate rode on his **** warhorse and mocked the surrounding Druids:

   "I am here, the destroyer of nature in your eyes, the trampler of order is here, come and catch me, look, I have no weapons in my hand, so you don't have to be afraid.

  Come, come closer, come closer.

right.

That's it! "

   Under Hisari Black Crow's stunned gaze, the pirate seemed to accept his fate and did not struggle at all, and even let the vines called by the Druids wrap him and imprison him in place.

   A group of druids roared and rushed towards the surrounded Black, and the great druid Isolaius was even more delighted and wanted to make a declaration of victory on the spot.

   But when they entered within ten yards of the pirates, the seal on the left hand of the imprisoned stinky pirate burst out.

   "Boom"

   In the loud noise that shook the sky and earth, a super large-scale gas explosion was thrown out by Black.

  The specialty from Archimonde the Defiler showed almost brutal destructive power at this moment.

In the weird smile of Grom Hellscream who was watching from the back, the vines that restrained the stinky pirates were torn apart instantly, and all the druids around were danced by the gas explosion technique. thrown into the sky.

  This harmless air blast casts away its destructive power, putting all its might on pushing and flying, making it almost irreversible in its magical nature.

A large group of bears, leopards, leopards and tree people were thrown into the sky. They danced and danced. The most funny thing was the big cuckoos. They tried their best to wave their arms in the air, so that the short wings brought the airflow to hold them from falling. .

   This is also a skill.

  Natural magic called "Flying Wings"

  Don't laugh, don't look at it as funny as a circus, but it's really useful.

   But these guys who were thrown into the sky were all Druids, and a simple fall would not hurt them. After being thrown into the sky, the Druids reacted and turned into flying storm crows.

   The problem is, Black has always been good at combos.

The moment the    air blast technique took effect, a large-scale shadow rage smashed into the sky, and a faint purple hand of Black meteorite was summoned in the snap of fingers.

   "Dodge!"

   The three Gugu druids who fluttered their wings in the air roared, and the moonfire that summoned divine magic fell, smashing the strange purple meteor in the air.

  The three spells thrown by Black seemed not enough to seriously injure the Druids who came prepared, but the moment the meteorite was smashed by several Druids in the air with Moonfire, the pirate's eyes blinked.

   He saw what he wished to see.

   The druids of the Benevolent Society gleamed with the Beacon of Sin that was imposed, each many times larger than the Beacon of Sin of the fool Fenna.

   In the eyes of the pirates, the sky was shrouded in blood red mist at this moment.

   "It's not me who should be judged tonight. Look at you, sinful souls, being lured by a little fool and sent to your door foolishly.

   If I hadn't known that my pet hated me, I would have thought she was deliberately cooperating with me to dig a hole for you.

   It turns out.

   She's just too dumb, so.

   Self-defeating. "

  Blake once again squeezed out a seal of air explosion in a disdainful tone. The sin mark has taken effect. The crimes on their bodies are so terrible that they are even comparable to those heinous scumbags.

   That is no longer a pain that a normal soul can bear.

   Judging by the scale of the Sin Beacon, as long as the pirates attack again, these guys will die instantly because their sins are released.

  The pirate glanced at the black-feathered Falcon with dull eyes on his arm, and said softly:

   "Look at them my little ones, I'll beat them up or kill them by accident, but that's what it's like to try to play with the dark wisdom.

  You have hatred for me in your heart, and that is a bad emotion that is not worthy of praise, and it is not a wonderful sin.

   You have not yet discovered this deadly threat.

   Every action you take out of hatred will only make you more like me. This makes me curious, didn't your family teach you to stay away from bad guys when you were a kid? "

"don't want!"

   Miss Black Crow was taken aback.

   Although she didn't know how Black was going to harvest so many Druids' lives at once, she undoubtedly believed in Black's threat.

   She was unwilling to bet that stinky pirates couldn't do such terrifying things. Her reason was telling her that Blake was fully capable of the killing he claimed.

   She transformed into an elf and grabbed Black's wrist to release magic, begging:

"I just think."

   "Are you kidding me?"

  Blake interrupted her, blinking and saying:

   "Before bad things turned into despair, everyone thought it was just a joke, but unfortunately, I took it seriously, so."

   "Black, leader of the pack. Captain! Don't!"

   Miss Black Crow changed her name to her heart's content, making the pirates' eyes full of murderous intent soften in an instant.

   That's what he wanted to hear.

   As for the lives of these **** in front of him, he didn't care at all.

   Anyway, with Rendehui's "reverse action", sooner or later these guys will die because of other troubles, it's only a matter of time.

Ding!

The   crumb pirate casts [Tame] on Thesari Black Crow.

   He scatters the seal of the next deadly air explosion, letting the druids who were wounded by the Beacon of Sin fall from the air. He patted Miss Black Crow's short hair and said in a comfortable tone:

   "That's good. Okay, it's just a joke, I overreacted and scared you, don't cry, I just really want to teach you something.

   I really have no intention of bullying you, actually I'm not angry at all for your little tricks.

  Look, I'm still laughing. "

  Black took out the handkerchief and threw it to the elf girl who covered her face and whimpered.

   I don't know what's wrong, since the relationship between the two sides was revealed, Hisari Black Crow seemed to have suddenly become a crybaby.

   "You! What have you done to us?"

  Black didn't hurt the Druids of the Rende Society, but they were in a very, very bad state at this time.

  The curse of sin has been imposed on these guys, before they truly realize their sins and choose to pay, every time the wrong idea in their minds echoes, it will bring them both physical and mental pain.

   The most desperate thing is that the curse of sin unleashed by the smelly pirates is not fatal.

   But the pain it brings is permanent.

   Not even Black himself could dispel it.

   Its destructive power only depends on the seriousness of repentance and redemption in the hearts of these cursed guys.

   For a group of **** who act extreme and believe that they have the truth, this is simply the "ultimate torture king", and it can only be said that it is the evil magic from Revenders.

  It was born for torture.

   "You shouldn't ask me what I did to you."

  Black looked at the group of Rende Druids who were tortured by sin and couldn't even stand up. The effect of these guys' curses was the best he had ever seen.

   He shook his head, mounted his **** warhorse again, and said to the great druid Isolaius, who was holding his body with his staff and swaying so that he could not fall down:

   "You should be asking the right questions, like, what does the will of nature think about you acting in its name.

   Take it easy, friends.

  This curse is not fatal, as long as you can endure the pain, you can continue to enjoy eternal life.

  You can repent to the natural will, it will make you feel a lot better, and it will bring you back on the right track of the natural way. Or, you can endure the pain from your heart and continue to walk on your path of 'discipline'.

  I firmly believe that pain can sharpen the will, and maybe you will get a steely soul. "

  The smelly pirate pulled up the reins, and in the neighing of the fire-breathing nostrils of the **** warhorse, he patted Isolarius' trembling shoulder.

   said softly:

   "But remember, this magic is not for killing, its only purpose is to make sinners realize their mistakes.

The more stubborn the   , the stronger the effect of this magic.

  Like you, every time you do something bad in the name of nature, your heart will suffer a heavy blow! The crazier and more stubborn you are, the deeper and stronger your pain will be.

   It will come to you like a ghost at the midnight of every confession, and have a long, tortured talk with you.

   I would love to see if you are tortured to suicide by your own terrible sins first, or if a hopeless guy like you can be led back on the right track.

  Well, old Hemet will be very happy to hear this news, maybe he will make me another pair of boots to express my gratitude.

   Do you have anything to say? "

   In the face of the pirate's question, the suffering Isolaius gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice:

   "If this curse is as miraculous as you say, then bring one to Hemet Nesingwary too! If the butcher who never wakes up is willing to atone, I."

"understood."

   Before the Arch Druid could finish speaking, the pirate snapped his fingers and said happily:

   "Let's just say that."

   Seeing him go away, the great druid Isolaius widened his eyes.

  Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet, what do you understand?

You bastard!

   Let me finish my sentence!

  Although I don’t know how you understand this sentence, it is definitely not what I want to say. Asshole!

   (end of this chapter)