Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"You may be good at hunting wild beasts, but you obviously have little experience in dealing with madmen."

An hour later, in the city fountain square surrounded by battle mages, right next to the small wishing fountain, Black held a loaded gun in his hand.

Sitting on the chairs in front of him were four tied druids.

They are still injured, now with bandages on their mouths and humiliated faces, unable to resist.

There was no one in the huge square, except for the howling summer wind and the sound of clear spring water flowing from the mouth of the lion head sculpture of the Wishing Fountain.

This made the scene in front of him even quieter.

Beside Black stood the old dwarf. This slutty guy put on a brand new hunting suit, with his left arm hanging on his shoulder, but he also held a shotgun in his right hand.

Old Hemet's expression was not a good one, for Black was "lecturing" him.

"Don't you think about it, why do the mages of Dalaran put you and the druids in the same ward?"

The pirate complained softly:

"The mages are not stupid. You have to 'find a way' to resolve the matter between you two. All the conditions have been created for you, but you still insist on gathering people and the Rende Society to fight head-on?

Those extreme druids are all crazy!

They are fierce, and three legends cannot protect you. "

"I thought of a solution."

The old dwarf holding a pipe also complained:

"But among all my thoughts, there is nothing like this! You are simply a born bad guy, and I had previously thought of recruiting you into a secret channel regardless of past grudges.

I was definitely drunk 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 chewed to pieces by this cruel world."

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

It was the first time for the little princess to participate in such "evil activities".

Her face was filled with excitement, which was beyond words.

Although she has the title of "Cenario Warrior" and can talk to the druids, so she is apparently a "mediation ambassador" invited by Hemet's side.

But in fact, Little Star wanted to shoot some druid in the head right now, so as to trigger a big melee for fun.

The druids haven't arrived yet, but the representative of the six-person council, Archmage Modera, appears in the light of the teleportation spell.

The silver-haired old lady was expressionless and just made a gesture, and the warning circle of the surrounding battle mages expanded outward again. What happened today cannot be known to others, otherwise it will damage Dalaran's reputation.

The old lady mage also had to admit that although the "crazy" actions made by Hemet's side seemed outrageous and seemed to add fuel to the fire, in fact, it was indeed more dangerous than waiting until tonight when the dwarves and elves raised their knives to fight. suitable.

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

"While they haven't arrived yet, I have a little question."

The pirate asked softly:

"You could obviously kill these four guys last night. They were all seriously injured by your shot. Just aim and hit them in the head. I have personally experienced your sniping skills. I don't believe you will miss."

You must have deliberately spared their lives. At first, I thought you and I thought we would go together and keep a few hostages in case the situation worsened. But then I discovered that you really didn't want their lives.

Are you showing kindness, or what? You, this powerful old guy, are also a 'elf controller'? "

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Old Hemet scolded him dissatisfiedly.

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 curled his lips and muttered in an inaudible voice:

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

Even these lunatics from the Rende Society! "

"Well, I smell gossip. Come on, let's talk about it."

the pirate asked.

"Why are you so curious!"

The old dwarf scolded dissatisfiedly:

"If you like asking questions so much, why don't you become a mage?"

"Old guy, are you blind?"

Blake pointed to his robe proudly and said:

"I am a spellcaster.

Although it's not the same as the mage you understand, let's face it, it's still idle this time. You see, I chose to be a big bad guy just for your trouble.

If I do this, I will be regarded as an enemy by the Ren De Society. Now we have a common enemy.

If this doesn't make us two mutually trusting 'friends', then there's probably something wrong with your brain, and it's best to find a priest to check it out for you. "

"whispering sound"

The old dwarf made a snort of disdain. He held the shotgun as high as the others and said:

"You're talking about 'friends'. It's ridiculous. Yesterday, we were thinking about killing each other. You are so worthless as a friend.

But there’s really not much to say.

Do you know that here in the Eastern Continent, some nobles spend a lot of money to collect luxury goods made from the furs of Frostsaber cubs? "

"You know, one of my idiot friends has a scarf like this at home."

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"Listen to her, whether they are human or elven ladies, they will pay a lot for such luxury goods. Quel'Thalas even has retired rangers who go to the continent of Kalimdor to do this kind of 'business'."

"Not only elves can do it, but human hunters can do it too, and human hunters usually go out 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 when they grow up, so those bastards will specifically select the little leopards to hunt.

The most luxurious furs can only be found in Winterspring Valley.

About ten years ago, I also hunted the ferocious Explosive-toothed Bear King Julius and the legendary White Lion King ‘White Ghost’ Selotam there.

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

They lied to me and said that they were also here to challenge the Bear King, and told me that the secret to luring the big bear was the meat of the Frostsaber. I believed it, and ended up following them to the Frostsaber territory in Frostknife Stone.

Then I discovered that those bastards were using me to lure away the frostsabers so they could hunt the cubs.

But I found out too late. "

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

"I shot and wounded a particularly vicious Frostsaber, and after she fell to the ground, I realized it was a druid trying to protect the little leopards.

She hurt my eye and yelled at me.

I only found out the truth from her. It wasn't the first time those bastards had gone there.

Like the druids of the Rende Society, she called me a butcher and an exterminator. I didn't care in the past, I was a very free and easy hunter, but that time, I felt deep shame and regret.

You know, a good hunter cannot touch the cubs of any creature. That is against the Wilderness Covenant and the Hunter Code.

But my hands are stained with blood.”

"Where are those bastards who lied to you?"

Black asked, and the old dwarf shrugged and said:

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

I have to say that he is really talented at making bait.

That day I got the most perfect bear head as a specimen, and its heart was made into a shield, which I hung in the treasure room of my house. "

"Where is the female Druid who was injured by you?"

The pirate blinked and asked in a gossipy tone:

"Let me ask more directly, have you slept?"

"You bastard!"

Old Hemet was so angry that he wanted to pick up the shotgun and give it to Black, but in the end he sighed, stroked the shotgun sadly and said:

"That was the first time I regretted the bullets I fired, and the first time I hated that my sniping skills were so deadly. I thought, if my skills were worse, she might be able to save her life.

She is dead.

After struggling painfully for a few days, she died in my arms. Before she died, she asked me to protect the peace of Frost Knife Stone for her.

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

"What a shame!"

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"What an honor it is for a hunter to have a female druid as a war beast! You can't treat them so roughly, they should all be treasures who are cared for with care.

I heard that you and Rende would have a grudge. It seems that it was also in Winterspring Valley. Was it that time? "

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

Hemet sighed for the third time and said:

"But I couldn't cure her. I just learned from the goblins there that those feathered owl beasts guarded a sacred moon artifact, and I thought that thing might be able to save Telina.

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

Moonkin are Elune's sacred beasts. I killed several of them, but they didn't even listen to my explanation. If it hadn't been for the help of Emeril, the little girl from the Secret Path, I would have died in the ice and snow.

That's when I joined the Secret Path. "

"Well, it's a good story. I have to write it down. I should be able to sell it at the Ancestral Turtle for a good price."

Blake nodded seriously and took out his notebook to really write down the story, but just a few seconds later, the druids of the Rende Society appeared on the other side of the square.

The leader was not the radical Isolarius, but the raptor archdruid Skyroar Omulon who had previously participated in the attack on the pirates on Watch Island.

This is a heavyweight.

He brought the two tied up human hunters and the dwarf novelist Eddie, who had been frightened to tears countless times, and came without any nonsense and pushed out the three hostages on his side first.

Upon seeing this, Blake professionally untied the ropes of the four druids and sent them out amidst the curses of the female druid.

"We accept the proposal for a neutral zone in Dalaran."

Several orthodox druids behind Omulon took their compatriots away. The Skyroaring One shouted to Archmage Modera and Dwarf Hemet at the same time:

"In this city, the two sides will not engage in any form of fighting. But Hemet Nesingwari, the conflict between you and the Rende Society should be resolved privately!

The Cenarion Order came to the city for more important things.

And you, Blackshaw, for what you did to the Kaldorei."

"I understand, I understand. No need to stress!"

Blake raised his hand and interrupted the Skyroarer's words. He said:

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

But again, Archdruid.

If you dare to mess with pirates, you will pay the price! Next time you send people to hunt down, remember to send some elite soldiers and strong generals, so that these idiots from Rendehui will not be sent out to embarrass themselves.

besides!

Where is my fifty thousand gold coins?

I was promised to be rewarded for 'presiding over peace'! "

Seeing the pirate starting to talk nonsense, the archdruid rolled his eyes and ignored him. He turned around and made a druid courtesy to the archmage Modera, who returned the mage courtesy.

The two went to the Violet Castle talking and laughing. The surrounding battle mages also quickly evacuated. Nathanos on the dome breathed a sigh of relief.

But the little star behind him looked dissatisfied.

what the hell!

It ended so blandly and was no fun at all.

"Hemet! I quit!"

The dwarf novelist who was released shouted to the old dwarf with a frightened look on his face:

"When you hired me, you didn't say that this job had such 'occupational risks'! I'm just a book writer, and I don't want to experience it again. Huh?"

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

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

"Fifty thousand gold coins! Bring it! I must get it today. No matter who gives it to me, my time is very valuable! I spent my time, and I must get paid!"

This bastard's operation once again made the old dwarf's eyes widen, and this guy started to steal 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 who purely enjoys the thrill of hunting, while the other is a disgusting bad hunter who is cruel and black-hearted.

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

Today, however, old Hemet saw a third kind of hunter besides good and bad.

Guys like Blake Shaw!

This bastard will regard everyone except himself as potential 'prey', and he will plunder them mercilessly and repeatedly drain them of all their value.

In the end, depending on your mood, you can coldly execute the prey or release it into the forest, and watch them spread his reputation with fear.

This strange combination of pirate, hunter, and sorcerer regards being feared as an honor that can be praised.

Only at the end of a hunt, when the dust has settled, can you determine whether you were his friend or a meal he saved for last.

Seeing the dwarf novelist about to be frightened into tears again in the hands of pirates, old Hemet suddenly felt a strange feeling of "terrible" in his heart.

He knew that he had lost the hunt between him and Blake that he had initiated.

Lost at the hands of a young boy.

Total loss!

At this time, he has become the last "meal" that Blake uses to reward his hungry evil will.

"Fifty thousand gold coins, right?"

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

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

It was as if everything just now was just a game.

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

"You'd better keep it with you and don't spend it. Next time I'll ask you to get it back twice as much."

"Do you want another time?"

The pirate blinked and said with interest:

"Okay, I also enjoy this kind of fruitful hunting. But next time, remember to bring something with you, just like your favorite shoes and gun.

Your shoes and gun are really cool, but they belong to me.

Same thing next time. "