Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 537 90. Eat my poisonous arrow of justice

If it is said that catching the stinky pirates is what the Druids of the Rende Society were forced to do at the request of the Cenarion Order, then catching the old Hemet Nesingwary is these "righteous" druids. lifelong aspirations.

  Even if no one pays, they will do it voluntarily with 500% passion.

   In addition, old Hemet personally committed the unforgivable evil of setting fire to the forest in front of a crowd of wild Druids, which gave the Druids of the Rende Society an additional "enrage" BUFF.

   As a result, they chased harder.

   In addition to a large Druid and a "Hunter" team composed of six high-level Druids, the Druids also launched a large-scale "Alliance of Nature" magic.

   Almost all the birds in the northwest of the Hillsbrad Hills have been recruited to become their temporary "natural sentinels".

   So from dusk to night, the farmers in this area saw an unforgettable spectacle. Flocks of birds of different species and sizes swept around like a storm passing by howling.

  The ferocious eagle, the nimble bullfinch, and even the fat domestic pigeons all screamed and flew together under the call of some force.

   This scene terrified the superstitious people, and they were rumored that there would be a cataclysm.

   By night, the nearby priests had to leave the church to appease the restless people. But these priests of the Holy Light have never seen such a strange scene, and they can't explain this strange scene.

   But the real disaster had already befallen old Hemet.

   Dwarf Legendary Hunter This would be extremely embarrassing.

  He maintains the cheetah guard, which is convenient for high-speed movement, and is running wildly in the direction of Dalaran from the Hillsbrad Hills through the foothills of Alterac.

   Fortunately, this place is not very far from Dalaran. It takes a day to reach it on horseback. Moreover, the druids are not as familiar with the local roads as the dwarves, so he really escaped the blockade temporarily.

   Relying on the deep connection between the legendary hunter and the wilderness of nature, Hemet can also be exempted from the detection of the bird sentry summoned by the Alliance of Nature to a certain extent.

   This created excellent conditions for his desperate escape.

   Actually, the Druids of the Rende Society clearly misunderstood Hemet.

   Judging from the deep connection between this old dwarf and the natural wilderness, he is still being sheltered by the power of nature, and is not the one who "does all evil" as claimed by the Druids.

   But the pursuers that the old dwarf faced at this time were not only the fanatical Druids of the Rende Society, but also a stinky pirate who "does nothing wrong" in the true sense.

   The previous situation of "hunting and being hunted" was reversed, and now Blake was in the shadows at his leisure, and he gave the old dwarf who had escaped all the way a hard blow.

   Seeing that it has entered the dark night and came to the perfect home for pirates, the situation of the old dwarf is getting worse and worse.

   He didn't even dare to fight back with great fanfare, lest he would attract the attention of the madmen of the Rende Society. In this case, it would be difficult for him to escape if he was entangled by the Druids.

   But on the other hand, pirate attacks can't be made with great fanfare.

   After all, he is also one of the targets of Rendehui.

   It was discovered by those lunatics, and he didn't have any good fruit to eat. But Black's advantage is that as long as the moonlight shines, he has a 100% certainty that he can get out safely.

"what!"

   followed by a threatening scolding.

  The old dwarf who was running quietly and quickly in the forest was enveloped by a blade of light. The legendary long sword slashed towards Hemet's neck with the light of Senhan, and the old dwarf jumped out of the battle zone.

   The short-barreled shotgun in his hand opened fire in front of him, forcing Blake to retreat.

The figure of the pirate disappeared in the rush of bullets, and jumped behind the hunter with a flash in the dark. The burning knife in his hand stabbed forward with a fierce backstab. Hemet's cry of pain, a **** trail was pulled open behind his back. scars.

  Black chased after the victory, stabbing the stiff dwarf with weapons in both hands, but it collided with Hemet's skin, causing the pirate's hands to vibrate, as if he was chopped on a stone.

   This is the Dwarf's racial talent: Stone Form.

   Every Bronzebeard dwarf will, generally only use it for life-saving moments. After this natural power is used, the skin of the dwarf will be covered with a thick layer of rock.

  At the same time as the defense limit is strengthened, it is immune to negative conditions such as bleeding, poisoning, curse, etc., but the movement speed in this state will also be severely reduced.

   Seeing the stone statue-like old Hemet turned and gritted his teeth to fight back, the pirate sneered twice, holding the long sword and the burning dagger, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the darkness.

   He said sarcastically:

   "Unless you are a Bronzebeard royal and know how to descend from the gods, your rock skin will last a few minutes at most. All I have is the energy to play with you slowly, my poor Hemet.

  Seriously, you shouldn't take the initiative to provoke me, I'm notorious for being a careful eye on the sea.

Oh, right.

   Walking at night is too unsafe for an old man like you, this thing is for your self-defense. "

   The moment he was engulfed by the shadows, Blake let out an elongated laugh, and while Hemet watched in astonishment, three flares were shot into the sky by the pirates with a special launcher.

  The bright light shone on this forest for a moment, making the old dwarf who was in a state of rock skin and could not run at all, instantly become the most beautiful boy in the dark.

   This **** wicked pirate, how can he be such a dog!

  Hemet cursed angrily, turned around and ran away.

   "He's there! The **** butcher is there! Sisters! Don't let him run away!"

The sharp call of the female Druid of the Rende Society sounded a few seconds later, and as a gust of wind swept through the dark forest, the old dwarf who managed to escape from the pursuit was once again forced into a desperate situation where he must fight to the death. .

Once    fell into the hands of Rendehui, the old dwarf could hardly imagine what kind of treatment he would encounter.

   He is also a man of great knowledge.

   He heard about the experience of Xavius, the great elf nobleman who offended the Druids 10,000 years ago, and he really didn't want to experience the feeling of being "planted" for himself.

  In the forest under the dark night, amid the roars of the beasts, the old dwarf hiding under disguise, resolutely and viciously stuffed his own special mammoth hunting bullet into his sniper rifle.

  The bullet was as thick as an old dwarf's thumb, and the tip shone with a cold light. If he hadn't been forced to be helpless, he would never have used this thing against intelligent life.

   This is cruel.

but.

   That's hunting, isn't it?

   There will never be a certainty, there will always be accidents.

The old dwarf, who was already tired of hunting, in this night in the forest near the foothills of the Alterac Mountains, when he was in a desperate situation, felt strangely once again feeling the first time he was in the snowy mountains of Dun Morogh when he was a teenager. The excitement of picking up a gun to hunt wild boars.

   The kind of passion that trembles in the fingers and the whole body.

   That strange power that mixes fear and anticipation when the heart beats.

   And that wonderful feeling that time seemed to stop, and the whole world was left with only him, his prey, and the weapon in his hand.

  Hemet Nesingwary took a deep breath.

   He ignored the blue veins on his neck caused by the snake venom accumulated in his body, raised his head and poured a sip of hunting snake oil. Under the extremely pungent smell, the eyes of the old dwarf seemed to burn.

bring it on!

   He grabbed his sniper gun, put the double-barreled shotgun behind him, put two dwarf hand cannons in his waist, and finally tied a one-handed axe behind him, and pulled his hunting hat down fiercely.

   He drank the last half of the jug behind him, dropped the jug, and walked into the noisy and frightening dark night with his gun in hand.

   Exciting hunting moments

   is here!

   All this was completely seen by Black, who was hiding in the dark. The old dwarf's decisiveness made him frown slightly. If it were him, he would never have made such a reckless move.

  Old Hemet This is equivalent to actively exposing his position.

The   Druid side has the advantage of numbers. Once he is besieged, the old dwarf will definitely not end well.

  The pirate raised his head and glanced at the sky. A crooked moon had risen, and Jieying’s moonlight was shining on the ground. The bright light in his eyes was different from the eyes of others.

  Blake moved his body into the moonlight, as if he melted into it, and took out the special magic stone made by Nartharas Academy, and injected magic power into it.

   The distance is a bit far, and only intermittent communication can be achieved.

   He raised his head, watched a large storm crow silently streak across the night, and said softly to the other side of the Philosopher's Stone:

   "Little star, don't sleep.

   Go to Nathanos, and ask him to take his weapon and leave the city immediately, to the southeast of Silverpine Forest, where it borders Lake Lordamere. I'll drive Hemet there, I'm not involved in the next thing, he will do it himself. "

"receive."

   Little Xingxing on the other end felt the smell of bad things, and she said excitedly:

   "Can I join in the fun?"

   "It's better not to come, I'm afraid you will be shot from the sky by the dwarves, and you will become a disgrace to the Blue Dragon Legion in the future"

  Blake spit out:

   "You blue dragons have smaller wings than other giant dragons. This is a risk that cannot be avoided."

   "Hey, who do you look down on, I'll go!"

  Little Xingxing gave a dissatisfied response, breaking the magic connection, and Blake shook his head while listening.

"boom"

   A loud and surprisingly loud gunshot echoed in the forest ahead, causing the pirates to immediately put away their wild thoughts, carrying a long bow with a spiritual string, and rushing in that direction.

   A few seconds later, the pirates arrived at the scene.

  The old dwarf disappeared.

   A high-ranking female Druid was lying in a pool of blood, clutching her waist in pain. She seemed to have only one breath left. Old Hemet's terrifying bullet tore a shocking wound in her waist.

   But the connection between the druids and the power of nature allowed her to escape the call of the **** of death, and the emerald green light lingered on the druid, helping her to recover bit by bit.

   Just this injury

   She estimates that she will be sent back to Moonlight Woodland immediately, otherwise there will be only a dead end.

   "How much hatred? Does the poor thief know about it?"

  The pirate crouched beside the female druid, and reached out and tapped her sweaty forehead.

  The old dwarf is really strange. He could have aimed at the head and had to hit the waist.

  According to Black's wicked guess, the old dwarf was probably bullied, so he deliberately let these druids die in such a painful way.

   While thinking, he took out a healing stone, stuffed it into the mouth of the unconscious Druid, and chewed it for her.

   "Hey, I saved your life, although you don't know it, but you owe me a favor. I'm getting paid now, happy transaction."

  The pirate rubbed his hands together, stripped the Druid in front of him swiftly, and swept away all the magic items on her body, then chased the traces left by the old dwarf and continued forward.

After   , there were three more gunshots, and the three Druids who chased Hemet received the same "treatment", which made Blake, who was following behind him, a small fortune.

   But after a few druids, the old dwarf really came to a desperate situation.

   Just as he was about to enter the border of Silverpine Forest, the great druid Isolaius appeared.

   He attacked from the darkness, leaving a bleeding wound on the old dwarf's left arm with his natural claws in the form of a black panther in wooden armor.

  This archdruid is also a ruthless man.

  Fighting the pain of being hit by the bullet, he abolished old Hemet's left hand, and turned into a violent giant bear with a magic pattern on his body.

  The old dwarf emptied all the Mammoth hunting bullets in his hand, leaving four or five bloody, hideous wounds on the legendary Druid.

   But this was his final counterattack.

   As a sniper master, the most suitable tactic for him is to need his companions to create lore conditions for him. This kind of single-handed combat is the last fighting method that old Hemet should choose.

   But at this moment, the old dwarf seemed to be red-eyed.

   He threw the empty gun on the ground, panting heavily, dangling his arms, and pulled out the one-handed axe behind his waist with his backhand.

   just staring at the great Druid who was also bleeding in front of him, instead of retreating, he took the initiative to attack Isolaius.

   He swung the dwarf axe and threw up, just like when he was young when he completed his first hunt for the Bear King in the Dun Morogh Snow Mountains with his own hands.

  The old dwarf didn't really want to die.

   He just didn't intend to be humiliated by a bunch of lunatic druids.

   "Oh, the trapped beasts are still fighting, I am moved."

  Blake, who was eating melons and watching the play, took up the war bow and poured a small sip of the snake oil he had stolen into his mouth. The terrible smell made the pirate's eyes widen for a moment.

   "How on earth did he endure the smell, I'd rather lick the stinky feet of the ogre!"

  The pirate retched once.

   Looking at the two temporary states of [Poisoning] and [Concentration] on the character card, he tried his best not to think about the smell just now. The Hunter's Mark was thrown out, the Spirit String Longbow was raised, and the Void Spike was attached.

five.

   "Whoosh"

   The countdown has not yet started, and the charged sniper arrow roared out of the bowstring.

  Black pulled out a second Void Spike with his backhand, and less than a second later, the second sniper arrow was also covered with a high-speed rotating shadow, roaring and flying out like a poisonous snake foraging for food.

  The first was sent to Hemet, the second to Isolaris.

The third shot of    is still for the "lucky" Arch Druid.

   The old dwarf rolled out spraying blood.

  The Great Druid turned into a storm crow and rolled up the power of nature in the roar, summoned four treants, and blocked the third sniper arrow fired by Black.

  Unfortunately, the two-hit kill failed.

  The pirate looked at the tree man who was smashed to pieces, and then glanced at the great Druid who flew into the night. He shook his head, but he was not disappointed.

  Druid's professional characteristics determine that they will always be the most difficult Legendary to kill.

  Tonight's record is quite good.

   One-on-two, two legends, classic double kill, tsk tsk, that is, the little star is not there, otherwise the stinky pirates will blow again in the future.

   "Oh, my dear Hemet."

  Black carried the Lingxian longbow behind his back, walked to the old dwarf who was struggling to sit up, threw him a few healing stones, and reached out to pick up the sniper rifle that the old dwarf had left aside.

He says:

   "You were arrogant and didn't kill me before. I'll pay you back a favor, and we'll clear it up. But I don't plan to intervene in the mess between you and the Rendehui, so hurry up and eat these newly made candies.

   Then run.

   In addition, your boots are good, I want them! "

   (end of this chapter)