Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 536 89. I warn you, there is **** ahead

  Black running in the afternoon sun.

   He has changed back to the battle helmet and cape, riding behind the big wolf wolf, hiding in the shadows, and running forward at super fast speed.

  Frostclaw was originally a ghost wolf from Warg. It could carry Orgrim in heavy armor to charge, and naturally it could carry Blake to run in the wilderness.

   The slower Big Bear was sent to the other direction.

   is not to interfere with the pursuit of the old dwarf Hemet in the rear. For such a legendary hunter, such a "split" interference will not affect his pursuit.

   In broad daylight, the professional advantages of the watchers cannot be exerted at all, so Black has enough reasons to believe that the old dwarf will surely follow.

   He also hoped that Hemet would follow.

   Of course, in the face of the pursuit of a legendary hunter, it is definitely not enough to just bury your head and run. You must find a way to cause him a little trouble and delay his speed.

   "When you run so bumpy, doesn't Orgrim beat you? Be steady! You stupid wolf."

  Blake was riding behind Frostpaw, and because he didn't have a saddle, it was very bumpy, which affected his aiming when shooting with a bow.

   He scolded the ghost wolf, and Frostpaw's speed immediately slowed down, giving the pirates enough time to aim.

   He didn't immediately use the snake oil he stole from Hemet.

   Instead, he used his more accustomed method. After charging for five seconds, he let go of the bowstring, and the void spikes wrapped in shadows whistled toward the sky.

   At the edge of the rear view, there is a hunter's mark floating.

   Such a long distance, and another projectile, gave Hemet enough time to react.

The old dwarf riding behind the Iron Griffin grabbed the sniper rifle and fired a shot, blasting the flying arrows in the air, but the Void Spike flew close enough to him, and the magic power contained in the magic arrow exploded, pushing the arrow. The flying speed of the griffin also stopped suddenly.

   Being beaten and not fighting back is not the style of an old dwarf.

   With the skill of "loading a gun and live ammunition", he "performed" a classic two-shot for the pirates after accumulating power in the gap.

  Two sniper bullets flew in one after the other, the first one was dodged by the pirates, and the second one accurately hit the big wolf who could not dodge.

  Frostpaw let out a whimper, tipped forward, limped up again, and wanted to continue following Black.

   "Go to rest and recuperate, leave me alone."

  The pirate looked at his stupid wolf with distress, and threw a soul stone containing anima for it, so that it changed direction and rushed into the forest to take shelter.

  Soul beasts are just that good.

  Because there is no regular entity, pure physical damage will be weakened. Frostpaw hurts from the bullet, and the psyche is affected, but it leaves no permanent damage.

   If it was an ordinary beast, the bleeding and maiming effects of the shot just now would be enough to take their lives.

   But without the big wolf wolf, Black's movement speed on the ground quickly slowed down. He glanced behind him and gestured toward the old dwarf with a **** in the shadows.

   He also turned around and fled into the forest, not giving Hemet any shooting vision, plus the shadows that weakened the sunlight in the forest, making this a home for pirates.

  The old dwarf dared not come in.

   Previous battles have proven that he is no match for Black in melee situations. But if you think that hiding in the forest is to avoid the pursuit of a legendary hunter, then it is a bit too underestimating the hunters of Azeroth.

Just like the excitement of driving the prey into the hunting ground, old Hemet laughed and rode on his majestic iron griffon. .

   A hunter with trap specialization will never lack this kind of "gadget".

   The shape is like a small beast clip, and it is almost invisible in the fallen leaves on the ground. The effects are varied, from triggering the frost to reduce the speed, to temporarily immobilizing the body, from detonating the bomb and continuing to burn, to the explosive explosion.

   There are even bags full of venomous snakes.

   and the sticky bombs, frag grenades, invented by gnomes and popularized by hunters, and finally the infamous wildfire bomb.

  After flying two laps, this small forest was turned into a "survival hell" by Hemet's trap, and the level of difficulty made the pirates a little speechless.

   With such trap density and destructive power, a whole team of elite soldiers rushing in will be instantly reimbursed.

   "Black Shaw, come out, under my blockade, you have nowhere to run."

   In the parade of the fierce iron griffons, old Hemet held a gun in one hand and a black bomb with a botched skull in the other.

   he shouted in the air:

   "My elf friends just wanted to talk to you, what you did on Watch Island did hurt their proud and fragile self-esteem, but we're all hunters, and there's nothing we can't talk about.

   Girl Emeril asked me to tell you that as long as you obediently follow them to Moonglade to apologize to the druids, Hidden Passage will intercede for you.

  They think you have great potential, and they are willing to admit you into this organization. "

   "I trust the druids will forgive me."

  Blake's lilting voice came from the woods below, and he replied:

   "But I didn't just mess with the druids. I wouldn't go with them to Kaldorei lands, and you, you old dwarf, know nothing of the wicked things I've done!

   Those vengeful watchmen she-wolves will eat me up.

   I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a dark little house, but I've seen with my own eyes how they treat my friend Illidan.

   But, Hemet Nesingwary!

   This is the grudge between me and the kaldorei elves, you are a dwarf, why are you making fun of this? How much did the elves give you to be a hero?

  Did they pay your funeral expenses in advance? "

  The pirate shouted in a sarcastic tone, but the old dwarf on the griffin didn't care about this provocation, he didn't shoot blindly in the direction the voice came from.

   With the speed of Black's movement, hitting him with his voice couldn't hit him at all.

   Therefore, Hemet chose a more deterrent response.

   He threw wildfire bombs up and down and shouted to the pirates below:

   "The Hidden Passage has helped me a lot, and I will definitely repay them, that's how dwarves treat their friends.

   Besides, I also love chasing with brave young men like you, which reminds me of the happy hunting days of my youth. But now, no wild beast can give me that shivering passion.

   Anyway, without further ado, you should know what I'm holding in my hand! Come out and surrender honestly, don't force me to set fire to the woods! "

   "Hehe, the frog at the bottom of the well."

  Black hid in the forest, drew out a void spike, and quietly aimed at Hemet's griffin flying overhead, and he hopped up and down the branches with flickering and silent hops, and shouted again:

   "There are too many powerful beasts in this world, you are just a coward who dare not hunt them! Zandalar, Northrend, Stranglethorn, there are trolls and beast gods everywhere.

  They are still powerful beasts in their essence, why don't you challenge them? Come and embarrass me, a poor little pirate, is this how the dwarves brag?

  Bah.

   Shame! "

   "I saw it, not enough."

   The old dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

   "Hunting loa and hunting beasts are not the same thing, you little boy don't understand the difference.

   Well, my patience has run out.

   Finally give you three seconds, come out of the shadows and surrender! Let your **** hippogryph bring back my hunting buddy and my 'Secretary' Eddie! "

   To his rebuke, the pirate responded with a sniper arrow that was charged to the extreme.

   A gleaming dark light shot out of the forest, heading straight for the head of the dwarf's iron griffon.

   "Boom"

   The beehive-like hand cannon in old Hemet's hand fired forward like lightning without even looking at it, and a dozen bullets flew out in an instant, blasting the incoming void spikes.

  The frightened Iron Griffin let out a cry, flapping its wings and flying high.

  The stubborn counterattack of the pirates also made the dwarf make up his mind, and he threw the two tied wildfire bombs towards the small forest below.

   This thing is called a bomb, but it is essentially a trap used by hunters.

The moment    landed, there was a weak explosion shock wave, and burning oil was ejected from it, which ignited several trees in the blink of an eye.

  In the sound of old Hemet's intimidation, his griffin swept through the woods, and several Seiko wildfire bombs were dropped. In just a few seconds, a small half of the woods was ignited.

   "Haha, today's 'specialty' is fire-roasted pirates!"

  Old Hemet, who was riding on the griffin, took out his sniper rifle and took aim at the iron-armored griffin hovering outside the woods.

   He now just has to wait for the pirates to escape from the fire, then break his leg with a bullet and all is well.

   At this height, calculate the area of ​​this forest, and no matter which direction Black breaks through, it is in Hemet's "effective hunting area".

   The old dwarf will not miss a sniper at such a distance.

   "I'm sorry to tell you, my friend Hemet, just now, you sounded your own death knell. Run, you won't be able to run any longer!"

   Black, who was burning in flames, was not at all cowardly.

   In the flaming wind that was getting hotter and hotter, he blew a debauched whistle towards the sky and made a final challenge to the old dwarf. This weird reaction made Hemet frown.

  The old dwarf became alert for a moment.

  Blake's behavior is not like a camouflage to talk big, but rather like the behavior of hunters when they lure difficult prey into traps, so, just now, he was not only hunting pirates, but the pirates were also tempting him?

   Is this guy hiding a helper nearby?

Nope.

   own hunting perception does not

"Um?"

  The next moment, the old dwarf who suddenly felt something approaching fast stiffened his neck and turned his head to look at the sky behind him.

  Led by a huge storm crow, six crows of different colors spread out in the air, forming a standard hunting formation for birds of prey.

  They flew aggressively, the wind was wrapped around their wings, and the induced lightning strike was brewing.

  Where these guys flew, the clear sky was also dyed with clouds, and the heavy shadows blocked the light of the sun. In the flying black crow feathers, it was like the standard appearance of the big villains.

  Really, there is only one grand BGM.

"Dry!"

  The frightened old dwarf could not care about the laughing pirates below, grabbed the reins of the griffin, carried himself and fled to the other end.

   He knew who was coming.

  If he was given a choice, old Hemet would rather have a sniper rifle and do a Loa now, rather than face these stalkers and crazy "nature candy".

   "The genocidal butcher who climbed out of the hellfire of the dead world! How dare you burn the gift of Mother Nature in front of the guardians of nature!

   How blasphemous! How crazy! Unforgivable! "

   Grand Druid Isolarius' shout rolled across the sky like thunder, and the six high-level Druids behind him also roared in anger.

   What did they see?

  The old Hemet Nesingwary, who was already full of evil, and whose crimes were indescribable, set fire to an innocent forest on this land with his own hands in an extremely crazy gesture.

  This deranged villain's offense to nature has grown from slaughtering animals to destroying plants!

   There is no doubt that the torture of animals for fun can no longer satisfy the desire for destruction in the heart of this dwarf madman. He is trying new "evil entertainment", trampling the bottom line of the druids step by step.

  Today, it's here! To execute the punishment of nature!

   Never let him run away!

   "Crash"

  Under the personal control of the Great Druid, the thunderstorms mixed with the gloomy wind, and smashed the old Hemet who was fleeing ahead.

  The old dwarf also knew that it was impossible to reason with this group of extreme animal protection lunatics. He had already seen how the Rende Society practiced the concept of "rende" in Winterspring Valley.

   In order not to get hurt, he turned around and fired two snipers at the Great Druid.

  Isolarius summoned the bark defense, blocking the first shot, but the second shot pierced into the fur, causing the Druid to cry out in pain and slantingly fall into the sky.

   At the same time, the iron griffin of the old dwarf was also hit by a thunderbolt.

   The poor beast whirled in black smoke, whistled in pain, and fell to the ground.

  Hemet jumped down first, but when he landed, a star-studded giant bear jumped out from behind him, slapped the dwarf on the back, and slapped him far away like a ball.

   The old dwarf got up in a daze, and poured a small half bottle of snake oil with his head up.

   As a result, he saw the hateful pirate carelessly appearing a few hundred yards from him, and in the background of the burning woods behind him, he drew his war bow in a leisurely manner.

  Blake shouted in a sinister tone:

   "Yo yo yo, isn't this old Hemet? I haven't seen you for a few minutes, so I'm so embarrassed? I said it all, I hope your elf friends will pay you the funeral expenses in advance before asking you to be a hero.

Oh, right.

   I also have a legendary hunter as a mentor. My dear Windrunner mother taught me a lesson a long time ago: the most deadly hunters are often the ones who appear as prey!

  You old dwarf has been bullying wild beasts for too long and has forgotten how to deal with the same kind, right?

   Run, run!

  The terrible Rendekai is catching up with me. "

   (end of this chapter)