Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 543 96. Those are my favorite shoes

   "Enjoy your last day, butcher! Eat whatever you want, and drink the evil liquid you brew from wasting the precious food nature bestows!

  Tonight, when the Arch Druid returns, let you experience the wrath of nature! "

   The Sarasian language with hatred and anger echoed in the ward, and there was a sense of getting what you wanted.

   was talking about a Kaldorei elf girl who was wearing a thick bandage around her waist.

  Although her robes and equipment were removed due to the treatment, judging from the still blooming flowers on her hair, she was undoubtedly a Druid.

   She received personal treatment from the great knight Turalyon last night and this morning, and the healing power that was completely different from Mother Nature rescued her from the coma.

   That was a very novel experience.

   The warm and holy holy light is faster and more direct than the magic of the Luna priests and the natural healing of the Druids, especially the spellcasting of a great knight, which quickly saved her from the bad state of dying.

   But in terms of subsequent wound healing, Holy Light is obviously not as effective as the Moon God and Rejuvenation, so this Druid girl will be pale.

   Even when he scolded and spoke, he was a little weak.

   Therefore, although her eyes were full of anger, she could not wait to get up now and rush over to strangle the old dwarf on the bed next to her.

   But when she moved, her whole body hurt, so "nature's revenge and punishment" became "nature's righteous condemnation".

The three Druids beside her will recover slowly, and they can't even speak, so they can only stare at you with wide eyes while she reprimands them. Add momentum to your companions.

  Well, if they could take off the bandages and casts on their bodies, and the colorful herbs on their faces, the momentum might be stronger.

   "Hey, who are you scaring?"

   On the hospital bed next to the Druid sister, with his arms and left leg hanging, the old dwarf Hemet, who also wore a hospital gown, still maintained a dwarf's bold style.

   He was surrounded by four druids of the Rende Society, but he was not at all cowardly.

   was also lying on the hospital bed, grinning at them and shouting:

   "Wait for my dwarf brothers to come over, kill the four of you first! Then wait for your villain Arch Druid to bring people over, you don't need to pick a place, just kill you all in this healing place!

  How dare you make faces at me!

  You hateful little girl, what about my gun?

Nurse!

   Get my gun!

  I'm going to shoot this hated elf out of the head! "

   Dwarves are fierce.

The scene of    patting the hospital bed and yelling is also a bit bluffing.

   But when he shouted, he was always a little out of breath.

   After all, last night's experience of being sent to a desperate situation was too tragic. According to the great knight Turalyon who also examined him, the old dwarf shed almost a third of his blood last night.

   He is also on the line.

   Even if it is a legend and a dwarf with rough skin and flesh, it will take time to recover after being treated.

   Five patients get together, even if they have deep hatred, they will not do anything dangerous except to insult and salute each other. But the real danger is that both sides are now "recruiting."

   Grand Druid Isolarius borrowed the teleportation ceremony in Dalaran and pulled more than twenty murderous high-level Druids from the Moonlight Woodland in one breath.

   And the old dwarf Hemet also made a lot of friends in Ironforge.

As soon as the news that he had provoked the elves and was given an "ultimatum of death" by the other party came out, Muradin and Falstad, the two dwarf legends who guarded Lothar in Dalaran, said that whoever wants to hurt old Hemet, just Have a fight with them first.

  The old dwarf is also a tough guy.

   After experiencing the desperate situation last night, he is very insecure now.

   So after returning to Dalaran, I immediately sent a message to one of my "drink friends" and "hunters" who were "notorious" even in Ironforge.

This morning, when the legendary dwarf hunter Fargo Flintlock personally drove an engineering reconnaissance plane with three rapid-firing cannons that had been custom-made by the gnomes and landed on the Dalaran flight platform, even the most The dull-witted council members of the six realized that something was wrong.

  The plane of the mad dwarf who is crazy about gunpowder is filled with a huge amount of explosives that can directly blow up the Violet Castle! Just as much explosives as he used to blow up the Orc Barracks in the Khaz Modan War!

   He declared that all druids in Dalaran would get a free "corpse cremation" as long as the mad elves dared to do it.

  Rende will see that the dwarves have assembled three legendary "escorts", not only did not hesitate, but started the second round of summoning. Listening to Isolaius' meaning, he wants to call all the three arch druids in Moonglade.

   In short, Hemet Nesingwary is dead tonight!

  No one can save him!

   The development of this situation was completely unexpected by the Council of Six.

   But this group of mages are the masters of the magic city. They kindly invite the Druids to enter the city, which does not mean that they will let these guys mess around.

   Therefore, when Black was taken by Nathanos to the emergency department on the Magic Commercial Street, what he saw was a whole five teams of battle mages blocking the street.

   Even Dalaran's stupid bipedal robot-like golem had two of them.

   There are also some of the Phoenix mages of Quel'Thalas roaming around.

   Obviously, Prince Kael'thas, who had lived in Dalaran and had a deep affection for the city, also did not want to see the situation continue to deteriorate.

   "Shore's Assassin agents have also set up sentries around. This old dwarf has a really big face, making so many people busy for his life."

  Black wearing the robe of the Corruptor pouted and said to Maris beside him:

   "As I said last night, those mages don't even know what they have cleaned up and come back, and the extremists of the Rendehui will not give up."

   "This is a human city, and there is a limit to how much they mess around!"

   Nathanos said something in a bad tone.

   And the pirate asked in an exaggerated tone:

   "It's like this now, do you still think they're 'nonsense'? How big is your heart? Are you still trying to reason with them?

  If they can really reason with you, they won’t be able to mix with the Cenarion Order who are druids and have to find a way to expel them. Hey little boy, don't think you beat the devil with them last night, you are friends.

   Old Hemet was just the first.

   When he is killed, all hunters in the Eastern Continent will suffer, and the rangers of Quel'Thalas will not even try to escape. Do you know how Rende would judge whether you are a 'butcher'? "

  Nathanos shook his head.

   Black laughed and asked:

   "Have you ever hunted just to exercise your hunting skills because you didn't want to be full?"

"Yes, I have."

  Maris and the pirates walked into the medical room and said:

   "Which hunter doesn't have this experience?"

"very good."

  Blake snorted and said indifferently:

   "Then you are also a 'sinner' in their eyes. They are Druids, and they have a way to judge whether you have a 'blood smell' on you.

Believe me.

  If you meet them in the wild in the future, and they 'gree' you with vicious words, it has proved that they are merciful.

   These guys will use all methods including assassination when carrying out the 'Nature's Revenge Punishment'. They are more bottomless than you might think.

   Seriously, I think they are a good fit for Ravenholdt, they will definitely be a very potential killer faction. "

   This standard made Nathanos instantly astonished.

As the two approached the ward, they heard the quarrel, and heard old Hemet yelling for the nurse to bring him a gun. The pirate pouted, and under Maris's surprised gaze, He took out his short-barreled critical shotgun from his suitcase, pushed open the door and walked in.

   "Here, here's the gun you want."

  Black threw the gun in the old dwarf's hand and pressed it into the wound, causing Hemet to grin in pain. I saw the pirate take out his pipe, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely to him:

   "Exactly four bullets, each of these four guys, after killing them we have to run quickly before those lunatic Druids come after them."

   "Whoosh"

   A beam of teleportation lit up beside the pirate. The female mage in the nurse uniform looked at the pipe in the pirate's mouth coldly. She said fiercely:

   "No smoking in the hospital! Extinction!"

"Uh"

  Blake hesitated for a moment, and honestly took down the pipe under the glaring eyes of Miss Mage. The female mage was very satisfied with the pirates' knowledge, and used the teleportation technique to leave.

   never looked at the loaded gun beside the old dwarf from beginning to end.

   Obviously, the mages are sure that the old dwarf will not do anything too much. Although the Rende Society may be a little abnormal, the old Hemet is obviously not a lunatic.

   "Bastard, give me back my shoes!"

  Old Hemet did not go to get the gun in his hand, but sat up, hanging his shoulders and shouting to Black:

   "Those are my favorite shoes, and my guns are back!"

   "You still want to take back the things that fell into my pocket? You dwarf have a big heart."

   Black sneered twice, deliberately lifted the edge of the robe to show the dwarves the hunting boots on his feet, and deliberately mocked:

   "These shoes are really comfortable to wear. You won't be hunting in the future, you can definitely make a lot of money by being a shoemaker."

  “Shu”

   Old Hemet, whose face was flushed with anger, grabbed the short-barreled shotgun at his hand, raised one hand to aim at the pirate's head, and put his stubby fingers on the trigger.

   The four Rende Society Druids who watched this scene were overjoyed.

   They did a good job of intelligence work. When they came to Dalaran, they knew that this oddly dressed warlock was suspected to have some connection with the smelly pirate Black Shaw.

  If the stinky warlock angered the old dwarf and let Hemet kill him with one shot, he would definitely be able to lure the stinky pirate out, and Rende would save two troubles all at once.

   can kill them all in Dalaran.

   "It's almost done."

  Black ignored the shotgun against his head at all. He reached out and pushed the thing away, and whispered to the angry dwarf:

   "Don't pretend to be a victim, Hemet. As I said before, you took the initiative to promise your elf friend to come to trouble me, and it's your own fault to make it happen now.

   I came here to talk to you about business.

  Look at this handsome guy next to me, he saved you last night, right?

  You owe him a life. "

  The pirate patted Maris on the shoulder beside him, and said to old Hemet very rudely:

   "This highly motivated young man pursues a more advanced way of hunting, but his status makes it impossible for him to go to the marksman camp recently.

   So I hope you can serve as an introducer and lead my friend into the secret passage. You saw his hunting skills with your own eyes last night, and he definitely deserves to be your companion. "

   "He? He's almost mean, it's almost like being an apprentice."

   The old dwarf snorted, turned around and waved the gun in his hand like a threat, and waved maliciously at the female Druid who had scolded him just now.

   The latter's eyes shone with unyielding light, but in the end, there was no more "natural condemnation".

   Obviously, the weapon of criticism cannot represent the criticism of the weapon, and even the extremist Druids who have made the oath of nature are well aware of the value of life.

   The room finally quieted down, which made the old dwarf feel a little better.

   He turned to Black and said:

   "But you are indeed a good hunter. Yesterday's way of setting traps is very clever, and it is comparable to one-third of the level I was when I was young.

  Huh, it's not impossible for me to be the referrer of Nathanos Maris, but you have to promise me one condition. "

   "Yo, are you sure you want to talk to me about conditions?"

  Blake rolled his eyes under the mask, he hugged his shoulders, and the old **** said:

   "I think it's necessary for me to remind you, old Hemet, that your hunting companions are not only the three 'kidnapped' by the Rende Society! You also have a son.

   I mean, think about it for them before you ask me something outrageous. "

"I just wanted to ask you to help me get Harold and Karin and Eddie out. You're the best stalker I've ever seen, and several of Ravenholdt's masters are better at 'stalking'. Not on you."

  The old dwarf said with some melancholy:

   "I was going to do it myself, but now that I'm injured, those madmen of the Rende Society will definitely use this to blackmail me. I've dealt with them and I know how cunning these extreme druids are.

   They are just a branch of the Cenarion Order.

   They looked menacing, but actually did not dare to act recklessly in Dalaran, otherwise the legendary ruthless Fandral Deerhelm would not let them go.

   It's just putting pressure on me now, making me panic, sigh, old-fashioned hunting methods, I won't play this game after I'm ninety.

   But the trouble is, they have the best 'bait' in their hands. "

   "Huh? How dare you call yourself a good hunter? I don't see where you are smart?"

   Hearing the helpless words of old Hemet, Blake sneered, waved his hand and snatched his gun from the dwarf's hand, and said to the two people around him:

   "Let's all learn and see how the real bad guys do things!"

After he finished speaking, he walked over to the female Druid who was recovering, grabbed her by the hair, fired a shot into the sky, and then pressed the gun-smoke muzzle against the baffled female elf's forehead. superior.

   cleared his throat again and called to the other three druids:

   "Raise your hand! Be honest! Be obedient and no one will get hurt.

   Now, you are the captives of Hemet Nesingwary, the wicked butcher of the wilderness! Maris, as a messenger, go send a message to the lunatic Druids of the Rende Society. An hour later, Dalaran Fountain Square will be a hostage exchange!

   Four for three!

   By the way, I agreed that Dalaran would be the 'neutral zone' for the war between the two sides. I asked an archmage from the Council of Six to come and preside over it. Finally, I asked the druids to bring 50,000 gold coins as my reward for 'presiding over peace'.

   Dare to be a minute late, let them wait to collect the corpses for their companions! "

   This operation stunned everyone in the ward.

   Black Shishiran turned around and said to the old dwarf:

   "Look, problem solved, you've got 'bait' in your hands. I can only help you here, you pathetic good man."

   (end of this chapter)