Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 544 97. When "justice" is overwhelmed, the evil should unite

   "You may be very good at hunting wild beasts, but you are obviously not very good at dealing with lunatics."

   An hour later, in the city fountain plaza surrounded by battle mages, next to the small wishing fountain, Blake was holding a loaded gun in his hand.

   On the chair in front of him sat four tied druids.

   They are still wounded, they will have bandages on their mouths, and they will be humiliated and unable to resist.

  The huge square was empty, only the summer wind whistled and the sound of clear spring water surging from the mouth of the lion head sculpture of the Wishing Fountain.

   The scene in front of him was even quieter.

  Beside Black stood the old dwarf. This saucy guy changed into a brand new hunting suit, with his left arm hanging from his shoulders, but also holding a shotgun in his right hand.

   Old Hemet didn't look good, because Blake was "lecturing" on him.

   "Don't think about it, why did the mages in Dalaran put you and the druids in a ward?"

  The pirate whispered:

   "The mages are not stupid, you both have to 'find a way' to resolve the matter between you two. All the conditions have been created for you, do you still have to convene the troops and the Rende Club to fight head-on?

   Those extreme druids are crazy!

   They are fierce, and the three legends can't keep you. "

   "I thought of a solution."

   The old dwarf with a pipe also complained:

   "But in all my thoughts, there is no such thing now! You are a natural bad guy, and I was thinking of recruiting you to the secret passage regardless of the past.

   I was definitely out of wine at the time. "

   "Oh, my poor Hemet, you and your elf friends are so kind, even if you are good at fighting, you will still be devoured by this cruel world."

  The pirate glanced at the dome next to him. Nathanos, holding a war bow, was standing there, alerting the surroundings. Beside him was an excited little star with a shotgun.

   It was the first time that the little princess participated in this "evil activity".

   She was excited, beyond words.

  Although she has the title of "Cenario Warrior", she can talk to the Druids, so she is obviously a "mediation ambassador" invited by Hemet.

   But in fact, Little Xingxing would like to shoot a Druid in the head right now, so as to cause a big melee to have a good time.

The   Druids haven't come yet, but the representative of the Council of Six, Archmage Modera, appeared in the light of teleportation.

  The silver-haired old lady was expressionless at this meeting, she just made a gesture, and the vigilance circle of the surrounding battle mages expanded outwards again. Today's events cannot be known by others, otherwise Dalaran's reputation will be damaged.

The old lady and the wizard also had to admit that although the "crazy" actions made by Hemet's side looked deviant and seemed to add fuel to the fire, in fact, it was indeed more important than waiting for the dwarves and elves to open up the film tonight. Suitable.

   If the proposal for a "Dalaran Neutral Zone" can be reached, it will be beneficial to all three parties.

   "Before they come, I have a little question."

   asked the pirate softly:

   "You were able to kill these four guys last night, but they were all seriously wounded by you. Just aim at the head and hit them. I have personally experienced your sniping skills, and I don't believe you will miss them.

  You must have deliberately left them alive. At first, I thought you and I were thinking of going together and keeping a few hostages in case the situation worsened. But then I found out that you really didn't want their lives.

   Are you sending kindness, or what? Are you a powerful old guy also a 'elf control'? "

   "What nonsense."

   Old Hemet scolded in dissatisfaction.

   He didn't intend to answer this question, but seeing Black's muzzle swinging back and forth on the heads of the four humiliated druids, the old hunter pouted and muttered in an inaudible voice:

   "I just owe the Cenarion Order a favor, and I swore to a very important friend that I would never kill another druid.

   Even these madmen of the Rende Society! "

   "Well, I smell gossip, come on, talk about it."

  The pirate asked a question.

   "Why are you so curious!"

   The old dwarf scolded dissatisfiedly:

   "You like to ask questions so much, why don't you become a mage?"

   "Old guy, are you blind?"

  Black proudly pointed to his robe and said:

   "I'm a spellcaster.

  Although it is not the same as the mage you understand, let’s just say, it will be idle anyway. You see, I chose to be a big bad guy for your troubles.

   If I did this, I would also be regarded as an enemy by Rendehui. We now have a common enemy.

  If this doesn't make us two trusting 'friends', then 80% of the time there is something wrong with your brain. It's best to find a priest to show you. "

  “嘁”

   The old dwarf let out a snarl of disdain, and, leaning on his shotgun as tall as the others, said:

   "What are you talking about 'friends', I laughed so hard, the two of us were still thinking about killing each other yesterday, your friend is too worthless.

   But there is really nothing to say.

   Do you know that on the Eastern Continent, some nobles will spend a lot of money to collect luxury items made from the fur of Frostsaber cubs? "

   "Yes, an idiot friend of mine has a scarf like this at home."

  Black raised his eyebrows and said:

   "Listen to her, whether it is a human or an elf lady, they will pay a lot of money for such a luxury. Quel'Thalas even has a retired ranger to go to Kalimdor Continent to do this kind of 'business'."

   "Not only elves can do it, but human hunters can do it too, and human hunters are usually dispatched in groups."

The old dwarf pursed his lips, glanced at the four Druids in front of him, and said:

   "Frostsaber cubs have the most beautiful markings when they are young, but they are not so attractive as they grow up, so those **** will specifically hunt and kill leopards.

  The most luxurious fur is only available in Winterspring.

  About ten years ago, I also hunted the ferocious Burst-Tooth Bear King Julius and the legendary white lion king 'White Ghost' Selotam.

   That was a failed hunt because I was tricked by a group of human hunters I had dealt with before.

   They lied to me that they were also here to challenge the bear king, and also told me that the secret to seducing the big bear was the flesh of the Frostsaber leopard. I believed it was true, and ended up following them to the Frostsaber Leopard's territory in the Frost Blade Stone.

   Then I found out that the **** were using me to lure the Frostsaber away so they could hunt the cubs.

   But I found out too late. "

  Hemet let out a long sigh, his voice softer, and said:

   "I shot a particularly vicious Frostsaber, and after she fell to the ground, I found out that it was a Druid who was trying to protect the little leopards.

   She hurt my eyes and yelled at me again.

  I only learned the truth from her, it's not the first time those **** have gone.

   She, like these druids of the Rende Society, called me a butcher and a genocide. In the past, I didn't care, I was a very free and easy hunter, but that time, I felt a deep shame and regret.

   You know, a good hunter can't do anything with the cubs of any creatures, that doesn't conform to the Wilderness Covenant and the Hunter's Code.

   But my hands are already stained with blood"

   "What about those **** who lied to you?"

   Black asked, and the old dwarf shrugged and said:

   "Their corpses became the food the little leopards needed most to grow their bodies, and their leader was **** by me as a bait to lure the bear king.

   I have to say, he's really talented at making bait.

   That day I got the most perfect bear head for stuffing, and its heart was made into a shield and hung in my treasure room. "

   "What about the female Druid you injured?"

  The pirate blinked and asked in a gossip tone:

   "Let me ask more directly, are you asleep?"

   "You bastard!"

  Old Hemet angrily wanted to pick up the shotgun and give it to Black, but he finally sighed and stroked the shotgun sadly and said:

   "That was the first time I repented for the bullet I fired, the first time I hated how deadly my sniping was, and I thought, if I had been less skilled, she might have saved her life.

  She died.

   died in my arms after struggling for a few days. Before dying, please ask me to protect the peace of Frost Blade Stone for her.

   She was the first druid I killed, and the last. "

   "This is such a shame!"

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "What an honor it is for a hunter to have a female druid as a beast of war! You can't be so rough with them, they should all be treasured with care.

  I heard that you and Rende will have a grudge, it seems that they are also in Winterspring Valley, is that what happened that time? "

   "Well, I wanted to save her, I wanted to make up for my mistake."

  Hemet sighed a third time and said:

   "But I couldn't cure her, I just learned from the goblins there that those wild-feathered owlbeasts guard a moon sacred object, and I thought that thing might be able to save Terina.

   So I took advantage of the wind and snow to dive in, and was caught by Rendehui.

   Wildkin is Elune's holy beast. I killed a few and they didn't listen to my explanation. If it wasn't for the help of the little girl Emeril from the secret passage, I would have died in that icy world.

   I also joined the secret passage at that time. "

   "Well, a good story, I have to remember it, it should be able to sell for a good price at the ancestor turtle."

  Black nodded solemnly, took out his notebook and really wanted to write down this story, but just a few seconds later, the Druids of the Rende Society appeared on the other side of the square.

The leader of    is not the radical Isolaius, but Omulon, the raptor grand druid who participated in the attack on pirates in Watch Island before.

   This is a heavyweight.

   He brought the two bound human hunters, and Eddie, the dwarf novelist who had been scared to tears a few times, and came over without any nonsense, and pushed the three hostages on his side first.

When   Blake saw this, he also untied the ropes of the four Druids professionally, and sent them out under the curse of the female Druid.

   "We accepted the Dalaran Neutral Zone proposal."

   Several orthodox druids behind Omulon took their compatriots away, and the sky roar shouted to the archmage Modera and the dwarf Hemet at the same time:

   "In this city, the two sides will not fight in any form. But Hemet Nesingwary, the conflict between you and the Rendehui will be resolved privately by you!

  The Cenarion Order came to this city for something more important.

   And you, Blake Shaw, for what you did to the Kaldorei."

   "I understand, I understand. Don't stress!"

  Black raised his hand and interrupted the Sky Screamer, saying:

   "I continue to flee, you continue to chase. If you can really catch me, don't ask me to apologize and compensate, let me kneel down and lick your feet.

   But still the same, Arch Druid.

   Dare to provoke pirates and pay the price! The next time you send someone to hunt you down, remember to send some elite soldiers and strong generals, don't send this group of funny people out of the Rendehui to be embarrassed.

and also!

   What about my fifty thousand gold coins?

   promised to give me a reward for 'presiding over peace'! "

   Seeing the pirates start to talk nonsense, the archdruid rolled his eyes and ignored him, turned to the archmage Modera and made a druid's etiquette, and Modera returned the mage's etiquette.

  The two went to Violet Castle chatting and laughing, and the surrounding War Mage quickly evacuated, and Nathanos on the dome was relieved.

   But the little star behind him was dissatisfied.

what the hell!

   ended so blandly, there was no fun at all.

   "Hemet! I quit!"

  The dwarf novelist who was released shouted to the old dwarf with a look of fear:

   "When you hired me, you didn't say there was such a 'career risk' in this job! I'm just a book writer, and I don't want to experience it again. Eh?"

   Before the angry little dwarf could finish speaking, she felt something cold touch her forehead.

  The pirate turned around, grabbed the dwarf by the neck and raised it to his chest, and put the muzzle of the gun beside the dwarf's ear, Hemet said in a dissatisfied tone:

   "Fifty thousand gold coins! Bring it! I have to get it today, no matter who gives it to me, my time is very valuable! I spend it, and I have to get paid!"

   The operation of this **** made the old dwarf's eyes widen again, and this guy started to grab it!

  His story in Winterspring Valley more than ten years ago taught him a truth:

   There are two kinds of hunters in this world.

   One is a good hunter like him purely to enjoy the thrill of hunting, and the other is a disgusting bad hunter with a cruel black heart.

   He understood his mission at that time, and hunting was his life's destiny.

   Today, however, old Hemet has seen a third type of hunter besides good and bad.

   Guys like Blake Shaw!

  This **** will treat everyone except himself as potential 'prey', he will loot them mercilessly, repeatedly draining all their value.

   In the end, depending on his own mood, he cruelly executed the prey or released it into the forest, and admired their fear of spreading his notoriety.

   This eccentric mix of pirate, hunter, and warlock sees being feared as an honor to be praised.

  Only after a hunt is over and the dust settles, can you be sure whether you are his friend or the feast he left for the last "enjoyment".

   Looking at the dwarf novelist who was about to cry in terror at the hands of the pirates, old Hemet suddenly felt a peculiar feeling of "fearful future generations".

   He knew that he had lost the hunt with Blake that he initiated on his own initiative.

   lost in the hands of a hairy boy.

   Lost completely!

   He was now the last "meal" that Black used to reward his hungry, evil will.

   "Fifty thousand gold coins, right?"

  Old Hemet curled his lips, and at this moment, he threw out a gold card from the Goblin Bank with a surprisingly calm hand.

   The pirate who got the money was very satisfied, he put the frightened little dwarf on the ground, took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into the mouth of the crying novelist, and patted her on the head again.

   As if everything just now was just a game.

   The old dwarf stared at Black and threw his gold card into his luggage, and he said in an unhappy tone:

   "You'd better keep it with you all the time and don't spend it. Next time I'll ask you to double 'want' it back."

   "Do you want another time?"

  The pirate blinked and said with interest:

   "Okay, I enjoyed this rewarding hunt too. But next time, remember to bring something good with you, like your favorite shoes and guns.

   Your shoes and guns are really good, but they belong to me.

   Same thing next time. "

   (end of this chapter)