Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 536 89. I warn you, hell is ahead

Bo Laike runs in the afternoon sun.

He had already changed back into his helmet and cloak, and he was riding behind the big wolf, hiding in the shadows, and running forward at super fast speed.

Frostclaw is originally a ghost wolf born from a warg. It can carry Orgrim in heavy armor to charge, and naturally it can also carry Bo Laike to gallop across the wilderness.

The slower big bear was sent in another direction.

It's not to interfere with the pursuit of the old dwarf Hemet in the rear. For such a legendary hunter, such a little "division" interference will not affect his pursuit.

In broad daylight, the Warden's professional advantages could not be brought into play at all, so Laike had every reason to believe that the old dwarf would definitely follow.

He also hoped that Hemet would follow.

Of course, facing the pursuit of a legendary hunter, it is definitely not enough to just keep your head down and run. You must find a way to create a little trouble for him and delay his speed.

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

Bo Laike was riding on the back of Frostpaw, and it was very bumpy without a saddle, which affected his aim when he opened his bow and arrow.

He yelled at the ghost wolf, and Frostclaw's speed immediately slowed down, giving the pirate enough time to aim.

He didn't use the snake oil he had stolen from Hemet right away.

Instead, he used the way he was more used to. After five seconds of charging, he let go of the bowstring, and the shadow-wrapped void spikes roared towards the sky.

At the edge of the rear horizon, there is a hunter mark floating.

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

The old dwarf riding behind the armored griffin grabbed a sniper rifle and fired a shot, blasting the flying arrows in the air, but the void spikes flew close enough to him, and the magic power contained in the magic arrows exploded, pushing The speed of the griffin's flight also stopped suddenly.

It was not the old dwarf's style to take a beating and not fight back.

Possessing the skill of "loading guns and live ammunition", he "performed" a classic two-shot burst for the pirates after accumulating power in the interval.

Two sniper bombs flew over one after the other, the first one was dodged by the pirates, and the second one accurately hit the big wolf who couldn't dodge.

Frostpaw let out a whine, fell forward, and limped up again, trying to follow Boo Laike.

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

The pirate watched his stupid wolf lame with distress, and threw a soul stone containing anima to it, causing it to change direction and rush into the forest for shelter.

Spirit beasts are just that good.

Because there is no regular entity, pure physical damage will be weakened. The bullet would hurt Frostpaw, and the spirit would be affected, but it wouldn't leave permanent damage.

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

But without the big wolf wolf, Bu Laike's movement speed on the ground dropped rapidly. He glanced behind him and gestured with the middle finger to the old dwarf in the shadows.

He also turned around and ran into the forest, not giving Hemet any shooting vision, coupled with the shadows in the forest that weakened the sun, making this place the home of the pirates.

The old dwarf dared not come in.

Previous fights have proven that he is no match for Laike in melee situations. But if you think that hiding in the forest is to avoid the pursuit of a legendary hunter, it would be a bit too small to underestimate the hunters of Azeroth.

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

This kind of hunter with trap specialization will never lack such "gadgets".

It looks like a small beast clip, and it is almost invisible in the fallen leaves on the ground. Its effects are various, from triggering frost to reduce speed, to temporarily immobilizing, from detonating bombs to continue burning, to explosives exploding.

There are even bags full of venomous snakes.

As well as the sticky bomb, invented by gnomes and popularized by hunters, the frag grenade, and finally the infamous wildfire bomb.

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

With such trap density and destructive power, a whole team of elite soldiers would be wiped out instantly if they rushed in.

"Blaike Shaw, come out, under my blockade, you have nowhere to escape."

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

He shouted in the air:

"My elf friends just want to talk to you. What you did on Watch Island really hurt their proud and fragile self-esteem, but we are all hunters, so there is nothing we can't talk about.

The Immorel girl asked me to tell you that as long as you obediently follow them to Moonglade to apologize and compensate the druids, Hidden Path will intercede for you.

They think you have great potential and are willing to absorb you into this organization. "

"I believe the druids will forgive me."

Bu Laike's ethereal voice came from the woods below, and he replied:

"But it's not just druids I've messed with. I won't go with them to Kaldorei land, and you, you old dwarf, know nothing of the evil I've done!

Those vengeful Watcher 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 how they treat my friend Illidan.

Still, Hemet Nesingwary!

This is a grievance between me and the Kaldorei elves, you dwarf, what are you doing here for fun? How much did the elves pay you to be a hero?

Did they pay your funeral expenses in advance? "

The pirate shouted sarcastically, but the old dwarf on the griffin didn't care about this provocation, he didn't shoot blindly in the direction of the sound.

With Laike's moving speed, he can't hit him with sound.

So, Hemet chose a more deterrent response.

He threw the wildfire bomb in his hand up and down, and shouted to the pirates below:

"The Hidden Passage has done me a favor, and I'm sure I'll pay them back, that's how dwarves treat their friends.

Besides, I enjoyed the chase with a brave young man like you, and it reminded me of the happy hunting days of my youth. But now, even the most ferocious beast can not bring me that thrilling passion.

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

"Hehe, the frog in the well."

Bu Laike hid in the forest, pulled out a void spike, and quietly aimed at Hemet's griffin flying overhead, and he jumped up and down on the branches with flickering and silent, and shouted again:

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

They are still powerful beasts at heart, why don't you challenge them? Instead, come and embarrass me, a poor weak pirate, is this the way dwarves brag?

Pooh.

shame! "

"I just looked away, it's not that I've lived enough."

The old dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

"Hunting loa isn't the same thing as hunting wild beasts, you little boy doesn't know the difference.

Well, my patience is running out.

Finally, I will give you three seconds, get out of the shadows and surrender! Let your bloody hippogryph bring back my hunting mate and my 'clerk' Eddie! "

To his scolding, the pirate responded with a sniper arrow charged to the extreme.

A blazing dark light shot out of the forest, and went straight for the head of the dwarf's iron griffin.

"boom"

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

The frightened iron-clad griffin screamed, flapping its wings and flying high.

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

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

The moment it landed, there was a weak explosion shock wave, and burning oil sprayed out of it, igniting several trees in the blink of an eye.

Amid old Hemet's threatening sound, his Griffin ran across the woods, and several Seiko wildfire bombs were thrown down. In just a few seconds, half of the woods were set ablaze.

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

Old Hemet, who was riding on the griffin, took out his sniper rifle again in a leisurely manner, and made an aiming action on the armored griffin hovering outside the woods.

All he had to do now was wait for the pirates to escape from the flames and a bullet to break his leg.

At this height, calculating the area of ​​the forest, no matter which direction Bu Laike breaks out from, he is in Hemet's "effective hunting area".

The old dwarf would never miss a sniper attack from such a distance.

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

Bu Laike in the flames was not timid.

In the increasingly hot flame wind around him, he blew a dissolute 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.

Bo Laike's behavior is not like a big talk, but like a hunter leading a difficult prey into a trap, so, not only was he hunting the pirates, but the pirates were also luring him?

And this guy has a helper hiding nearby?

Nope.

own hunting sense does not

"Ok?"

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

Led by a huge Stormcrow, six big crows of different colors spread out in the air, forming a standard raptor hunting formation.

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

Where these guys flew over, the clear sky was also stained with dark clouds, and the thick shadows blocked the sun's rays. In the flying black crow feathers, it was like the standard appearance of the big villains.

Really, there is only a grand BGM.

"Dry!"

The frightened old dwarf couldn't care less about the laughing pirates below, grabbed the griffin's reins, and fled to the other side with himself.

He knew who it was.

If he was given a choice, old Hemet would rather kill a loa with a sniper rifle now than face these stalking and crazy "Natural Brown Candies".

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

What blasphemy! How crazy! Unforgivable! "

Archdruid Isolarius' shouts rolled across the sky like thunder, and the six high-ranking druids behind him also roared angrily.

what did they see

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

This insane villain's offense to nature has gone from slaughtering animals to destroying plants!

Undoubtedly, torturing animals for fun can no longer satisfy the destructive desire in the heart of this lunatic dwarf, who is trying a new "evil entertainment" and trampling on the bottom line of druids step by step.

Today, here it is! To carry out the punishment of nature!

Never let him escape!

"crash"

Under the personal control of the archdruid, thunderstorms mixed with the gloomy wind, fell on the head of old Hemet who was fleeing ahead.

The old dwarf also knew that there was no way to reason with this group of extreme animal protection lunatics. He had already seen how the Rende Society practiced the concept of "benevolence" in Winterspring Valley.

In order not to get hurt, he turned around and fired two bursts of sniping at the arch druid.

Isolarius summoned the bark defense and blocked the first shot, but the second shot pierced the fur, causing the druid to cry out in pain and fall obliquely into the sky.

At the same time, the old dwarf's armored griffin was also hit by a bolt of lightning.

The poor animal was emitting black smoke, neighing in pain, and fell to the ground in a spiral.

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

The old dwarf stood up in embarrassment, raised his head and poured down half a bottle of snake oil.

As a result, he saw the nasty pirate appearing carelessly a few hundred yards beside him, drawing his war bow in the background of the burning forest behind him.

Bu Laike shouted in a sinister tone:

"Yo yo, isn't this old Lord Hemet? I haven't seen you for a few minutes, 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 my mentor. My dear Windrunner mother taught me a truth a long time ago: the deadliest hunters often appear as prey!

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

run, run!

The dreaded Rendehui and I have caught up. "

(end of this chapter)