Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 537 90. Eat My Poison Arrow of Justice

If it is said that the stinky pirates were captured by the benevolent druids under the request of the Cenarion Order, then it was these "just" druids who captured the old Hemet Nesingwary lifelong demands.

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

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

As a result, they chased even 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 were recruited as their temporary "natural sentinels".

So from dusk to night on this day, the farmers in this area saw a scene that they will never forget. A large group of birds of different types and sizes howled and swept around like a storm passing through.

Vicious harriers, nimble bullfinches, and even fat domestic pigeons are all screaming and flying together under the call of some power.

This scene frightened the superstitious people, and they rumored that a catastrophe would happen.

At night, nearby priests had to leave the church to appease the restless people. But these holy light priests have never seen such a strange scene, and they can't explain this bizarre scene.

But the real disaster had already befell Old Hemet.

This would be extremely embarrassing for the legendary dwarf hunter.

He maintained the guard of the cheetah, which was convenient for high-speed movement, and was rushing towards Dalaran from the Hillsbrad foothills through the foothills of Alterac.

Fortunately, this place was not very far from Dalaran, and it would take a day to reach it on horseback, and the druids were not as familiar with the local roads as the dwarves, so he actually escaped the blockade temporarily.

Relying on the deep connection between the legendary hunter and the wilderness of nature, Hemet is also immune to the detection of the bird sentinels summoned by the Alliance of Nature to a certain extent.

This created excellent conditions for his desperate escape.

In fact, the druids of the Benevolent Society obviously misunderstood Hemet.

Judging from the deep connection between this old dwarf and the natural wilderness, he is still sheltered by the power of nature, and he is not the "perpetrator of all evil" claimed by the druids.

But the pursuers that the old dwarf faced at this time were not only the fanatical Druids of the Society of Benevolence, but also a stinky pirate who "did all kinds of evil" in the true sense.

The previous situation of "hunting and being hunted" was reversed, and now it was Bo Laike who was leisurely mingling in the shadows, and gave the old dwarf a hard time running away all the way.

Seeing that it had entered the night and came to the perfect home field of the pirates, the situation of the old dwarf became worse and worse.

He didn't even dare to fight back with great fanfare, so as not to attract the attention of the lunatics from the Rende Society again. 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 cannot be done with great fanfare.

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

I was really discovered by those lunatics, and I have no good fruit to eat. But Laike's advantage is that as long as the moonlight shines, he is 100% sure that he will get out safely.

"what!"

With a threatening shout.

The old dwarf who was running quietly and fast in the forest was shrouded in a knife light. With a cold light, the legendary long sword slashed towards Hemet's neck, and was jumped out of the combat zone by the old dwarf.

The short-barreled shotgun in his hand opened fire in front of him, pushing Boo Laike back.

The figure of the pirate disappeared into the speeding bullets, and jumped behind the hunter in a flash in the dark, piercing forward with a flaming dagger in his hand with a fierce back stab. Amidst Hemet's painful cry, a bloody road was drawn behind him. scars.

Laike took advantage of the victory and pursued, the weapons in both hands staggered and stabbed at the stiff dwarf, but collided with Hemet's skin, causing the pirate's hands to vibrate, as if he had chopped on a stone.

This is the dwarf's racial talent: stone form.

Every Bronzebeard dwarf will, generally only use it in a life-saving moment. After this natural power is used, the dwarf's skin will be wrapped in a thick layer of rock.

While the defense limit is strengthened, it is immune to negative states such as bleeding, poisoning, and curses, but the movement speed in this state will also be severely reduced.

Seeing the stone statue-like old Hemet turn around and grit his teeth to fight back, the pirate sneered twice, holding the long sword and burning dagger, retreated a few steps, and disappeared in the darkness.

He said sarcastically:

"Unless you belong to the royal family of copper beard and can descend from the gods, your rocky skin can only last for a few minutes at most. I have enough energy to play with you slowly, my poor Hemet.

Seriously, you shouldn't have come here to provoke me. I'm notoriously narrow-minded in the sea.

Oh, right.

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

In the moment engulfed by the shadows, Bo Laike let out a drawn-out laugh, and while Hemet watched in astonishment, three flares were fired into the sky by the pirates with a special launcher.

The bright light shines on the forest for a moment, making the old dwarf who is in the state of rocky skin and can't run at all become the most beautiful boy in the darkness.

This damn wicked pirate, why is he such a dog!

Hemet cursed angrily, turned around and ran away.

"There he is! There's the bloody butcher! Sisters! Don't let him get away!"

A few seconds later, the sharp call of the female druid of the Benevolent Society rang out. 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 had to fight to the death. .

Once he falls into the hands of the Benevolent Society, the old dwarf can't imagine what kind of treatment he will encounter.

He is also a man of great knowledge.

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

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

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

This is too cruel.

but.

This is hunting, isn't it?

There will never be a guarantee, and there will always be accidents.

The old dwarf who was already tired of hunting, in this night near the foothill forest of the Alterac Mountains, when he was cornered, felt strangely once again that he was in the snow-capped mountains of Dun Morogh when he was a teenager. The thrill of picking up a gun and hunting wild boar.

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

That weird mix of fear and anticipation that gushes out when the heart beats.

And that wonderful sense of time standing still and only him, his prey, and his weapon in the world.

Hemet Nesingwary took a deep breath.

Regardless of the bulging veins on his neck caused by the snake venom accumulated in his body, he raised his head and took another mouthful of hunting snake oil. Under the extremely pungent taste, the eyes of the old dwarf seemed to burn.

come on!

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

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

Exciting hunting time

coming!

All of this was completely seen by Bu Laike who was hiding in the dark, and the old dwarf's determination made him frown slightly. If it was him in this situation, he would never make such a reckless move.

Old Hemet is equivalent to actively exposing his position.

The druids had a numerical advantage, and once he was besieged, the old dwarf's fate would definitely not be very good.

The pirate raised his head and glanced at the sky. A curved moon had already risen, and the bright moonlight shone on the ground. The bright light in his eyes is different from that in other people's eyes.

Bu Laike moved his body into the moonlight, as if melting into it, and took out the Philosopher's Stone specially made by Nazaras College, 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 slid across the night, and whispered to the other side of the Philosopher's Stone:

"Little Xingxing, don't sleep.

Go to Nathanos and ask him to leave the city immediately with his weapons, and go to the southeast of Silverpine Forest, where it borders Lake Lordamere. I will drive Hemet there, and I will not participate in the next thing, he will do it himself. "

"receive."

The little star on the other end sensed something bad, she said excitedly:

"Can I join in the fun?"

"It's best not to come, I'm afraid you will be shot down from the sky by the dwarves, and you will become a disgrace to the blue dragon army in the future."

Bu Laike complained:

"The wings of you blue dragons are smaller than those of other giant dragons. This is an unavoidable risk."

"Tch, who do you look down on, I'm going!"

Little Xingxing gave a dissatisfied response, cut off the magic connection, and Bu Laike shook his head while listening.

"boom"

A surprisingly loud gunshot echoed in the forest ahead, causing the pirates to put away their wild thoughts and run towards that direction with a longbow in hand.

Seconds later, the pirates arrived on the scene.

The old dwarf was gone.

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

But the connection between the druids and the forces of nature allowed her to escape the call of the god of death, and there was an emerald green light lingering on the druid, helping her recover bit by bit.

just this injury

She is estimated to be sent back to Moonglade immediately, otherwise there is only a dead end.

"How much hatred? Poor Kou Mozui, do you know?"

The pirate squatted beside the female druid, and tapped her sweaty forehead.

The old dwarf was really strange. He could have hit him on the head, but he insisted on hitting his waist and abdomen.

According to Bu Laike's bad-hearted guess, the old dwarf must have been bullied so badly that he deliberately let these lunatic 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 helped her chew it up.

"Hey, I saved your life, and you don't know it, but you owe me something. I'm getting paid now, happy business."

The pirate rubbed his hands, quickly stripped the druid in front of him naked, and swept away all the magic items on her body, then followed the traces left by the old dwarf and continued to move forward.

After that, three more shots were fired, and the three druids who were chasing Hemet received the same "treatment", making Bo Laike who followed behind him a small fortune.

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

Just before entering the border of Silverpine Forest, Archdruid Isolarius appeared.

He struck out of the dark, leaving a bloody gash on the old dwarf's left arm with the natural claws of his wooden panther form.

This archdruid is also a ruthless person.

Fighting the pain of being hit by bullets, he crippled old Hemet's left hand, and turned into a berserk giant bear with magic patterns, and launched a lore attack on old Hemet who was out of ammunition and food.

The old dwarf used up all the mammoth hunting bullets in his hand, leaving four or five bloody wounds on the legendary druid.

But this is his last counterattack.

As a sniper master, the most suitable tactics for him are those that require his companions to create the conditions for him to kill. This kind of fighting alone 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 firearm on the ground, gasped heavily, hung his arms, and pulled out the one-handed ax behind his waist with his backhand.

Just staring at the arch druid who was also bleeding in front of him with disheveled hair, instead of retreating, he took the initiative to attack Isolarius.

He swung his dwarf ax and rushed up, just like when he was young, he completed his first hunt for the bear king in Dun Moluo Snow Mountain 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 beast is still fighting, I was moved."

Bu Laike, who was eating melons and watching the show, picked up the war bow and took a small sip of the snake oil he had stolen. The terrible taste made the pirate's eyes widen for a moment.

"How on earth does he stand the smell, I'd rather lick the ogre's stinky feet!"

The pirate retched once.

Looking at the two temporary states of [Poisoned] and [Concentration] on the character card, he tried his best not to think about the smell just now. He threw the hunter's mark, raised the longbow, and hit the void spike.

Fives.

"whoosh"

Before the countdown started, the fully charged sniper arrows roared out of the bowstring.

Bu Laike drew out the second void spike with his backhand, and less than a second later, the second sniper arrow was also covered with high-speed rotating shadows, and flew out roaring like a poisonous snake looking for food.

The first to Hemet, the second to Isolarius.

The third round of short-term charging is still given to the "lucky" Archdruid.

The old dwarf rolled out spurting blood.

The archdruid turned into a storm crow and rolled up the power of nature while roaring, summoned four treants, barely blocked the third sniper arrow shot by Laike.

Unfortunately, the two-strike kill failed.

The pirate looked at the treant who was smashed to pieces, and then at the archdruid who flew into the night. He shook his head, but he was not disappointed.

The professional characteristics of druids determine that they will always be the most difficult legendaries to kill.

Tonight's record is already very good.

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

"Oh, my dear Hemet."

Bu Laike put the longbow on his back, walked up 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 said:

"You didn't kill me because of your arrogance. I'll pay you back now. We'll settle the matter. But I don't intend to get involved in the mess between you and the Rendehui. So, hurry up and eat these new candies I made.

Then run.

Also, your boots are nice, I want them! "

(end of this chapter)