Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1380 13. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not raising the bar, but I have a bold suggestion! 【1420】

As the first follower of the Great Druid of Flame, Thesali Black Crow is very fanatical. It is not known how the character of Cow Druid Senis was before, but after she embraced the power of flames Become extremely wild.

   The leader of the black crow hardly needed any orders. The newly born flaming heifer roared and turned into a fire eagle and flew into the black forest to pick up his comrades and join them here.

   By the way, burn a few werewolves to take revenge or something.

   Just like werewolves would be curious about the difference in the taste of tauren meat and steak, in fact, Cowman Senis is also curious, will the werewolves make the same screams as centaurs when they are cremated?

   There was no such condition before, but now she decided to try it herself.

   This excited reaction once made Hisari wonder if she had not controlled the content of elemental flames and accidentally gave too much? As a result, the heifer's brain was burned out?

But later learned that the cleric Senis was originally a radical tauren from the faction of Magatha Tide Totem, and after being called by Hamuul to become a Druid, he still did not change his fanaticism, and the black crow was sure. The fanaticism of his tauren followers has nothing to do with him.

   This made her breathe a sigh of relief, and she finally didn't have to bear the pressure of her mind.

   Think about it too, how could a normal tauren join an extremist organization that is not a cult on the surface, but is more destructive than most cults?

  Anyway, after watching Sinise scream into flames and fly into the dark forest sky, Hisari sighed helplessly.

   She looked back at the recruits of the Rende Society behind her. Those humans who came from all over Gilneas and admired the power of nature looked at her with awe.

   The so-called recitation of 10,000 verses of scriptures is not as good as seeing a miracle.

   After they witnessed the scene of the seriously injured and dying Lord Sinise being resurrected in the flames, their hearts and their beliefs were already shaking with yearning.

  You only need Miss Black Crow to preach a few more times before you can harvest the first members of the Flame Druid faction.

   Rende will become history, and the Druid of Flame will rise.

   This is in every sense a good thing for the Cenarion Order and the world itself.

   "Yes, it seems that you have mastered the essence of being a leader, show your magical power, issue a call for justice, and make cakes for your subordinates. You will be a good boss."

  The smelly pirate Blake, who had completely witnessed all this, whistled. He nodded to Miss Black Crow with great satisfaction, took out the jug, and said proudly:

   "As expected of a senior member who has studied in my dark wisdom class, I have enough reasons to think that you and your flame apprentices must rise rapidly."

   "But to be honest, I'm not confident."

   Miss Black Crow looked left and right, and said in a low voice with some annoyance:

   "This is the first time I've become a leader, and I don't know how to lead them at all. Maybe, you can become a 'development advisor' for the Flame Druid faction?

  I really need your dark wisdom to advise me. For the sake of our past intersection, give me a price and I will do my best to satisfy you. "

   "I really want to help you, the black crow who is obviously super strong but is overly cautious and lacks confidence."

  Blake pretended to take out the pocket watch in his arms and looked at it, he said:

   "But I have to leave now. Queen Mia and I have made an appointment to come up with a plan for her within three days. Considering that everyone has paid, I have to use snacks.

I'm going to leave Gilneas and go to the hinterland of the North to find some old friends who sing praises to the light. I hope they don't pull out their knives and scream in the name of the light when they see me, an evil guy. kill me.

  You gather your manpower first.

  Before I come back, don’t take the initiative to attack and provoke the werewolves, guard your territory in the Black Forest and wait for my uncrowned ones to come and join you, you must be responsible for receiving them.

   In three or four days at most, I will get it done. "

   Miss Black Crow nodded.

   But she was still a little worried, so she sent Black to the end of the glade, and whispered:

   "I can guess that the goal of the battle is to take the Scythe of Luna from Lylar Blaze and Genn, and use your best decapitation to eliminate the hidden dangers of Gilneas.

   But now that I have taken over the Rende Society, I have new concerns.

Blaze swept away the top of the Rende Society, and it was definitely not just out of his personal hatred and disgust for the Cenarion Order. I doubted that he would transform a group of orthodox Druids headed by Arch Druid Isolaius. For the werewolf, to help him establish a system of command among the wolves of Gilneas.

   As the first Scytheclaw Druid to fully embrace the animal nature, Blaze is well aware of the weaknesses of the werewolves, and he is doing his best to strengthen his control over the wolves.

   Once the war begins, the transformed druids will become our toughest enemies. Maybe we'll have to figure out a way to neutralize their threat before we start a full-scale war? "

   "Well, not bad, your wisdom impresses me, is this the little idiot who only knew how to eat fat bugs?"

  Black grinned, and after saying something that made Miss Black Crow extremely angry, he rubbed his chin again and said:

   "Your idea makes a lot of sense, but I've had enough of letting me tell you what to do. As a leader, you should have your own thoughts.

   You can’t just ask questions, you have to come up with solutions.

  So tell me, Black Crow, what are you going to do? "

"I"

   Hisari hesitated for a moment, then she whispered:

   "My first instinct, of course, was to ask Moonglade for help.

   But I thought about it carefully, if I asked for the support of the base camp after just forming my own faction, it would undoubtedly leave a 'weak' impression on the druids of other factions.

   Moreover, Mount Hyjal has recently formed an anti-magic coalition, and is also conducting various exercises under the command of Lord Garrod to investigate various hidden dangers. The Druids are very busy.

   They may not be able to mobilize enough strength to support us.

   So, my thoughts are that I hope the Druids of Nar'Thalas Academy can draw some teachers and students to support us, and I also plan to send an invitation to the hidden passage.

  The teachings of our flame druids and the orthodox druids are somewhat different, and we do not resist the hunters' pursuit of natural creatures.

   We may be able to cooperate in this regard.

   But I have nothing to do with the secret passage, and I have no connections, so.”

   "So you're going to spend money on my connections?"

  Blake lowered his face and said to Hisari Crow:

"Well, you black crow! If you say you are fat, you will start to pant. If you don't study well, you will develop in the direction of Reid's ramifications. I have helped him many times because he is a poor man and may choke on food. Dead fool, are you also a fool?"

   "I'll pay you! I don't want you to do it for nothing!"

   Miss Black Crow was also a little anxious, she shouted:

   "I've thought about it. Although the students of the Druid School of Nar'Thalas Academy are studying orthodox natural knowledge, Moonglade does not recognize their status as recruits.

   The Cenarion Order is now the only Druid group in Azeroth! If these students want to make a career after graduation, they can only join Moonlight Woodland.

   In your words, the job outlook is too bleak.

   But my Flame Druid faction is not that particular. Since we will be active in Gilneas for a long time in the future, then I can completely open up the permission to Narthalas Academy.

do you understand me?

   I can make Dean Lanyue's college more famous, and give her students a choice of future life planning. Do you know how much it will cost to buy it?

   We are talking about the 'future'!

   A priceless treasure. "

   "Yo, not bad, if your speech is more organized, I mean, if you can still come up with a mature plan, I am a little moved."

  The pirate grinned and looked at Miss Black Crow, whose hair was burning in front of him, with a kind of relief, just as the teachers were as relieved to see the students who had accomplished their studies.

   He popped his "Honoured Hunting Master" seal from his finger and threw it to the black crow, saying:

   "Go and contact them yourself, but I don't care about taking them over quickly. Oh, yes, I have a little suggestion."

  Blake coughed, took his pipe, and said solemnly:

"Look, you also understand that hunting has to be done by professionals. You all want to contact the Secret Passage, right? Then why don't you want to invite someone who is absolutely willing to give 200% of your energy and enthusiasm to help you do the work? What about the old maniac?

   I mean, I heard that Hemet Nesingwary, the well-known 'killer of the genocide' in the eyes of the Rende Society, ended his hunting in Northrend not long ago and returned to Ironforge to rest.

  This is not far from Ironforge

   And that old dwarf is very famous in the hunting circle in the Eastern Continent. If you can invite him to go out, I can guarantee that you will be able to assemble the entire northern army of hunters in an instant.

   However, the Rende Society offended the old dwarf hard enough before, you have to find a way to convince the stubborn guy. "

   "No! No! Absolutely no!"

After   Black's suggestion was finished, the black crow hadn't responded yet. He used a branch to weave a flower crown for himself not far away. In fact, Zaza, the tree demon who was eavesdropping on the conversation, jumped out and shouted:

   "Anyone can! But Hemet can't! As long as that old lunatic came here, he would definitely kill all the animals in Gilneas!

   How cute and innocent those beasts are.

   Can't let him run over!

   Master Black Crow, you have to think twice! "

   "Haha, yes, Black Crow, you have to think twice."

  Blake didn't refute, just patted Hisari on the shoulder meaningfully, then turned around and walked out a few steps and whistled to call the sky, carrying him to the start to break the speed of sound, and galloped in the direction of Stratholme.

   Watching the smelly pirate leave, Hisari Black Crow seemed very hesitant. The tree demon Zazar beside her took her hand and said to Black Crow with big watery eyes:

   "Master, don't ask that crazy dwarf to come over, okay? Or I'll cry for you!"

   "This is not a problem that can be solved with tears, you stupid dryad."

   Miss Black Crow said helplessly to Zaza:

   “We have to get someone to help.

   If we can't stop the madness of the werewolves, neither will the beasts of Gilneas. Can't you feel those werewolves hunting uncontrollably in the forest every day? Zaza, this forest is crying.

   Hunters may be a problem, but werewolves are a bigger problem.

   These two troubles are in front of you, so you can choose, which one do you choose? "

  Hisari stretched out her hand and stroked her head and bowed her head, expressing her sadness. Zaza, the tree demon who made a whimpering sound, whispered:

   "What's more, the former members of the Rende Society have now become our enemies. If we want to defeat them, we have to find a hunter who knows the Rende Society best for help.

   Throughout Azeroth, when it comes to the feud with the Rende, who better to lead the hunt than old Hemet Nesingwary? "

   "Woooo, I don't like that crazy dwarf"

   The cute tree demon stayed beside Hisari dejectedly. She was persuaded with an empty mind, but she still had her own perseverance. She stared wide-eyed and said to Miss Black Crow:

   "It's okay to ask them for help, but we can't hurt our companions! They are all good people, but they were bewitched by the werewolf's curse. They can still be saved."

   "This is for sure, don't worry, little guy, I have my own way."

The black crow nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and took out a piece of tree bark, wrote an invitation on it in the language of nature, and recruited the fastest flying swift in the black forest as her messenger, carrying the letter Fly towards Ironforge.

   As for how to persuade old Hemet to join the hunt

   This is not a difficult problem at all for Black Crow, who has been studying with Dark Wisdom for almost a year and a half.

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   That night, in the lively Ironforge, old Hemet Nesingwary returned to his home full of exhaustion.

   He just wrapped up his book launch.

   The enthusiasm of those ardent hunting fans was overwhelming, and the old dwarves had to sign the books they brought them, and clink glasses and drinks with every fan.

   The feeling of being surrounded by a group of people makes people feel a little overwhelmed. If it were ordinary people, they would have been lost in the praise, but for the old dwarf who has seen many ups and downs, the feeling of being praised is only tiring.

   Old Hemet himself was a very pure hunter.

   He only enjoys the simple pleasure of dealing with his prey, but fame brings him nothing but a burden.

  For example, the perseverance of the madmen from the Rende Society made the old dwarf very angry, but in addition to his anger, he was actually a little guilty and helpless.

   Rende would accuse him of being a genocidal butcher, but no!

  Old Hemet can guarantee that every hunt he hunts is completely in accordance with the rules of the hunter, there is absolutely no animal extinction behavior, and at most a little sin of excessive hunting.

   But he can control himself but not his "fans".

Too many people are doing all kinds of bad things in the name of "Salute to Hemet". As far as the old dwarf knows, there are no less than seven poaching organizations in the Eastern Continent under the name of "Hemet Support Association". Selling furs and various taxidermy.

   But he, an old dwarf, doesn't want to take care of those **** things, and he can't take care of it.

   "Maybe, it's time for me to retire?"

   After returning to his warm nest, the old dwarf stroked the various shotguns he had collected, and then looked at the proud specimens that filled the room, and this idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

   Years of hunting have left him with injuries all over his body. One eye is almost blind. In the mirror, he has gray hair. Perhaps it is time to let go of his hunting obsession and stay in Ironforge as a full-time writer.

   Then, the old dwarf saw an extra piece of bark on the table in front of him.

   He picked it up in surprise, and found that it contained elven words in Thalassian language, and inside it was a very simple hunting invitation, inscribed as Master Flame Druid.

"Um?"

  Old Hemet thought he had read it wrong. He hurriedly put on his monocle and read it carefully again, and found that he had read it correctly.

   "Hunting the Rendehui who was turned into a werewolf by all?"

  The old dwarf was shocked at first.

   then thought it was a boring joke, but in the end, a wild smile appeared on the corner of old Hemet's mouth.

   His favorite shotgun was carried, the two chains were crossed over his chest, and Hemet hummed an old hunting song of the dwarves as the fireplace burned in the darkness.

   He opened his weapon cabinet, took out the dwarf hand cannon of the largest caliber and rubbed it in his hand, then picked up the hunting bombs handmade by the dwarf masters and hung them around his waist.

   "click"

  The sharp mammoth hunting bullet was pressed into the barrel, and a passionate hunter soul was reflected in the one eye of old Hemet in the firelight.

   All the tiredness just now disappeared in this instant.

   Go to TM's retirement!

  I can hunt for another hundred years!

   "Second! Bring all your guns and bullets! Put on your pants again."

  The heavily armed old Hemet kicked open the door of his son's room, and in the house's screams of dwarves, he shouted:

"Walk!"

   "Daddy will take you hunting!"

   (end of this chapter)