Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 535 88. Sinner! Your time has come!

   "This old dwarf. He's so powerful! If you really let go of distance, Windrunner's mother is not necessarily his opponent."

   Black, who was almost shot by the old dwarf, pulled out his longbow with his backhand when he fell in the air, and whistled to let his hippogryph continue to fly with the "meat ticket".

   He drew his bow in the air and fired a swift shadowy arrow in the direction of the old dwarf.

   But as soon as the arrow flew out, it was smashed by the old dwarf.

   That guy is provoking!

   He could have killed Black who couldn't sneak with a second sniper, but he seemed more eager to see a good hunt.

asshole!

   "Hey, he wasn't seriously injured?"

  While Black scolded old Hemet, the old dwarf also rubbed his left eye, showing a look of interest.

   His shot just now used legendary power.

  Theoretically speaking, even a rough-skinned orc warlord would be shot to the head, but the pirates seemed to be only slightly injured, which did not affect the battle at all.

   "This pirate is really fierce!"

   Old Hemet sighed the same as Blake.

   The elf friends were right to warn him, this is not an enemy that can be easily dismissed, but. Wouldn't it be better?

   For hunters, what better experience than to defeat a powerful prey and feel the passion of life between life and death?

   No more.

   "Bang Bang Bang"

  The sound of gunshots echoed in the mountains and forests like popping beans. The pirate's figure flashed quickly in the air, and he evaded Hemet's bullets in a few seconds by relying on the dragon tendon hook.

   fell into that mountain forest in the true sense of the hail of bullets. He held the long sword and held the dagger instead, and charged towards the white-bearded dwarf like a ghost.

  In the end, when he stepped into the boundary of the ten-yard battle zone, he saw the hateful smile on Hemet's face.

"boom"

   Another fatal bullet came, and Blake narrowly escaped with a watchman somersault.

   But before he could catch his breath, another sniper bullet hit him in the head, hitting the legendary long sword raised by the pirate with lightning reflex, and the huge kinetic energy forced the pirate to be out ten yards again.

   Heck!

   Does this dwarf sniper need to charge?

How did he do that?

   With this question in mind, the pirate waved and threw a hit of Shadow Fury, trying to knock Hemet out to the ground. But the old dwarf blew a whistle and jumped back with a dashing escape, dodging the burst of shadow power.

The mad Clinflan roared and rushed out of the fel portal, slashing with his battle axe, and was dodged by Hemet with a roll. When the dwarf got up, he grabbed a double-barreled shotgun and aimed at the demon's face. A shot came.

Under the    burst shot, Black's elite demon was crushed by a close-range shot.

  Seckill!

   "Mao Mao, come on!"

  Old Hemet blew a loud whistle while quickly reloading ammunition.

   In his excited roar, a white-haired gorilla rushed out of the natural magic and rushed towards Black, only to be slapped back by the angry big bear.

  The big wolf, under the command of the wilderness contract, rushed out from behind the old dwarf, causing Hemet, who was caught off guard, to be in a bit of a hurry.

  The pirate took this opportunity to sneak behind the old dwarf and hit it with a shadow attack, holding the fire to give the old guy some color.

   In the face of the melee attack of the pirates, the eyes of the legendary hunter shone with excitement. In the previous long-range sniping, Black was completely at a disadvantage, and now the old dwarf will try his melee skills.

   As a result, it was broken just after the fight!

When   Old Hemet launched an attack, he was slashed seven times in a whirlwind by Black, who had activated the special effect of weapon leap and cutting. His hunting outfit was tattered, and even the dwarf one-handed axe in his hand was knocked out.

   If there is no weapon chain, the axe will be taken away.

   can only barely dodge by the guardian of the monkey, rolling all the way, relying on the "height advantage" to avoid the deadly attack of the pirates.

no!

   In melee combat, he has no advantage at all.

  My pet was also pressed and beaten by the two soul beasts of the pirates, so I was careless.

Old Hemet, who understood this, activated the Turtle Guard without any hesitation, facing Black's pursuit and slashing, holding two dwarf rapid-fire pistols in both hands, and kept firing with standard "kite tactics", trying to distance himself .

But the pirates will finally gain the upper hand. How could he just let this flamboyant old hunter off the hook? For the sake of being startled just now, he also wants to punch the old guy. pause!

   After the two chased and fled for a few seconds, Black suddenly retreated in front of an invisible line.

   whistled to let his war beasts retreat together, jumped into the forest below, and used the rollback of shadow magic to wash away the mark left by Hemet on himself.

  Tun into the shadow and disappeared in an instant.

  Only the old Hemet, who seemed to be embarrassed, but was actually embarrassed, stood alone in the mountain with a face full of regret.

   What a vigilant guy.

  The old dwarf glanced at the empty mountain that was only a few yards behind him. It looked empty, but in fact, several traps had been set in advance by the cunning old hunter.

   As long as Black stepped into it, he would instantly enter a terrifying disadvantage.

   Powerful sniper tactics, coupled with the perfect use of hunter traps, make Hemet one of the deadliest hunters in all of Azeroth.

  The pirate is well aware of this, and he cannot be fooled.

"boom"

   Another bullet opened from behind. The fusion of the legendary hunter and nature made the sniping launched by Hemet impossible to perceive in advance.

  Although he couldn't catch the position of the pirate who entered the shadow, but relying on the instinct of the hunter, this casual shot made the pirate shrink his neck in the shadow.

   The bullet just rubbed his head and flew past.

   Heck.

   However, the pirate clutching his chest glanced at the bottle of strange yellow liquid in his hand, but showed a smug smile. He figured out the "secret" of old Hemet.

   in this bottle of liquid:

  Hemet Nesingwary's Hunting Snake Oil

  Epic Quality [Alchemy Creation]

use:

   Strengthens the spirit, makes the hunter enter the state of "Concentrated Shooting", and greatly shortens the charging time of [Sniper]. This item is a fortified potion made by old Hemet using the voodoo snakes of the trolls in Stranglethorn Vale, and it is terribly poisonous.

   After each use, you need to wait until the toxin subsides before continuing to use it.

  Item Description:

  After an unsuccessful hunt in Winterspring, old Hemet suffered near-devastating damage to his right eye and had to rely on medication to barely maintain his sight.

   Hunting snake oil is an accidental product of this healing process.

   For Hemet, losing one eye is not unacceptable, even if only the left eye is left, he is still the best hunting master in Azeroth.

   "Huh? Where's my oil?"

   On the other side, Hemet, who was packing up on the mountain and preparing to continue to hunt pirates, realized that the snake oil he had stuck in his waist was gone.

  Damn it, that guy with dirty hands and feet must have stolen it while fighting in close quarters.

   This discovery made the old dwarf more vigilant.

   That pirate showed very solid ranger skills. It is impossible for him not to "snipe". Now that he has his own snake oil enhancement, he also needs to be careful.

   If you are shot twice by that cunning guy, and the gutter capsizes, your good reputation will be completely ruined.

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In the    hills and Silverpine forest, and the forest where the three sides of Alterac border, the druids of the Rende Society are camping here.

   They had a group of more than ten people, led by the great druid Isolaris.

   The Kaldore Druids, who are all members of the team, and the Frost Dryad with a wooden spear, have just finished their dinner and are listening to the leader's assignment.

  These druids have satisfied and happy smiles on their faces, which probably stems from a series of "just causes" they have carried out in the kingdom of Gilneas in the past.

  They destroyed the largest fur market in Gilneas on their first night in the Eastern Kingdoms.

   burned down several fur warehouses, and taught a good lesson to those fur hunters who wantonly endanger nature.

   Then he traced this "vicious" business network, and found the location of the large chamber of commerce that specializes in fur business between the Eastern Continent and Northrend.

   sneaked in at night, beat the merchants, and at the same time sprinkled the confiscated "ill-gotten wealth" all over the poor homes of the city.

   They also did a lot of work in the Royal City of Gilneas.

  The people of that country have always had the tradition of domesticating hounds, so a complete set of dog training industry was born. As a result, these druids smashed the largest dog training club in the country on a rainy night.

   Nearly a thousand untrained hounds were sent into the Silverpine Forest by them.

   I heard that King Jean's royal zoo was also damaged in the same night, and a wall was overturned by a precise earthquake technique, and the exotic animals inside ran clean overnight.

   Thanks to their activity in Gilneas, hunters in that country have been afraid to go out hunting on a large scale recently.

   is doing such a steady stream of salvation, making the Druids excited and radiant.

   They have seen many evil acts that offend nature on this continent occupied by humans, and they are ready to correct human wrongdoings with practical actions.

   But before they can teach the disrespectful to nature, they must also fulfill their agreement with the Cenarion Order.

   "We leave tomorrow for that human city called Tarren Mill."

  The high-spirited great druid Isolaius stood in this forest, the white-haired ponytail at the back of his head beating, representing his good mood at this time.

   He held a map "captured" from the Gilneas hunters in his hand, and said to the companions in front of him:

   "According to a message from our most distinguished scout, Hillsary Black Crow, Black Shaw was recently operating near Hillsbrad Hills.

   This is a great opportunity.

  We must succeed in capturing that arrogant pirate so that we can live up to the efforts of our compatriots. "

   A group of united Druids nodded in unison, but some people also raised curious questions.

   "That young man, Thesari Crow, is amazing."

   After Isolarius finished speaking, a nest guard who had turned into a brown bear and was lying beside the tree raised his head and said in a loud voice:

   "Although I've always been clear that Raptor Druids are natural scouts, how could they get such accurate intelligence in the human world?

   That pirate is very cunning, did the black crow sneak into his organization? "

   "Well, that's it, our compatriot is under pressure to pursue a career, and her dedication to nature deserves all of us to appreciate it."

  The Great Druid replied vaguely.

   He actually didn't know the current situation of the black crow. Hisari didn't show up by herself when she passed the information, but used the alliance of nature to let a bullfinch bring the news.

  The young druid claimed that he was conducting an "in-depth investigation" and was now withdrawing from the meeting, so he could not risk appearing around his companions.

   This statement made the Arch Druid suspicious, but he still chose to trust his companion.

   Hisari Crow also believed in her compatriots.

   But it's better not to let others know about black history or something. After all, as a Druid, it is indeed a shame to be caught as a pet by a hunter.

   In addition, the information sent by Hisari was not as simple as the whereabouts of the pirates. She sent out all the news that she recently "inquired".

   Including the suspected demon coming, which made the great druid Isolaius also a little worried.

   After this pirate capture is over, he will suspend his "just cause" in the Eastern Continent, return to Moonglade, and bring the news to the Cenarion Order.

  Although Black Crow also claims, there is no tangible evidence for this news.

   But anything related to the Burning Legion must be taken seriously.

   "Great Druid, there was a hippogryph circling ahead just now. We went to contact and check, but we saw that it left three people and ran away."

The two storm crows who were out reconnaissance and sentry roared and fell into the forest, turning into two tall druid ladies, who were carrying the tied hunters and hunters, and the frightened shivering female dwarf. novelist.

   "A Hippogryph? In the Eastern Continent?"

  Isolarius said suspiciously:

   "I don't know that there are also wind eagles here. What is the origin of these three people? Hmm! These two are hunters? What is the dwarf holding in his hand?"

   "It's a manuscript."

   brought back the three hapless female elves and happily gave the manuscripts she had collected to her leader. With an uncontrollable joy, she said to the great druid:

   "It's the manuscript that recorded the deeds of the 'Exterminator Butcher', it's old Hemet! Great Druid, these three people must have something to do with that butcher!

   We suspect that the sudden appearance of Hippogryph should be the inspiration of Mother Nature.

   It sent the sinner's companion especially for us. "

"yes?"

  The Great Druid looked at the manuscript in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

   His eyes swept across the three people, he keenly grasped the stubbornness of human men and women, and the timidity of dwarfs, the druid smiled and winked at the cave guard beside him.

  The big brown bear let out a roar, waved its paws, and threatened the little dwarf as he asked:

   "Dwarf, what's your relationship with Hemet?

  Be honest, or you will be sent to the camp as food for the lynx cubs. Their mother was killed yesterday by hunters like you, and they are hungry now. "

   "I didn't kill it!"

   The dwarf novelist hugged his head and screamed tremblingly:

   "I'm just a novelist, I don't know anything. Old Hemet hired me to record hunting stories for him, I've never been on a hunt, although I'd like to try it occasionally.

  I don't dare anymore, just let me go. "

   "Is Hemet Nesingwary really here?"

  The Great Druid heard the dwarf's scream, and he suddenly became energized. He asked about the hunters' camp, turned around and shouted to the spirited companions behind him:

"Leandra, Kellinger, and Zaza, you three pups left to watch over the captive and the lynx. The rest, come with me! We're going to catch the one born from the hellfire of the dead world. The incarnation of the genocidal butcher!"

  Isolarius grabbed his claw staff and shouted, transformed into a storm crow and rushed to the sky, followed by a large group of storm crows flying out.

   "In the name of nature's revenge! Rendehui, transform and set off!"

   (end of this chapter)