Chapter 472

Icecap glacier, as the name suggests, here is a large glacier.

It's a big ice block suspended in the north of the endless sea, but it has been endless years since the formation of the big glacier, so it's covered with thick frozen soil.

It can be said that thousands of miles are covered with ice.

It's hard to imagine that there will be creatures in this ghost place, but in fact, in addition to a surprising number of dead, there are many living creatures on the icecap glacier.

Although the life forms of those creatures have become extremely strange, it is difficult to call them real creatures.

In the shadow dome, the periphery of the dark fortress at the northernmost end of the black wall around the whole ice cap glacier, in the perpetual frozen snow, two strange "snow mounds" are quietly moving on the snow plain. They are moving very regularly, basically moving forward once every five minutes.

Never delay, never advance.

If you get close enough, you can still hear a sound, a murmur drowned in the cold wind in the snow.

"Hey, Dad, didn't you say you've been hunting wild animals all your life? How can you participate in this ice breaking? "

Hermite II was carrying his favorite shotgun. It was designed and made by the best engineers and blacksmiths of the Allied forces for him. This is the only one in the world. It is made of the best sasteel, with an iron wooden handle and magic focus. It has a long range and deep damage. Even the bullets used are armor piercing bombs made by the masters, It can also fire most bullets, including magic ammunition, with an effective range of 1500 meters, but even at a distance of 2500 meters, it is powerful enough to explode the hard skull of the strongest mammoth.

Hermite II said he loved it to death.

A good hunter should know how to maintain his weapons, so in this extremely harsh environment, Hermite II also used a delicate Plush holster to protect his love gun. At this time, he was wearing dark green lock armor, engineering goggles to protect his eyes, black leather gloves, and a camouflage fur cape behind.

As Azeroth's leading hunter and assassin, Hermite II is not a good man or woman. In fact, if he could, he would prefer to stay in the warm Ironforge or leisurely villa in selsama, rather than perform a ghost reconnaissance mission in this damned ice and snow.

But no way, the task is the task... Especially in the current background, he had to restrain his hobby, and lying beside him, is a white haired dwarf.

His face is as like as two peas Hemet, but the old man is much simpler than Hemet II. He wears black and white hunting suits, and a special glass lens with his left eye. So his right eye is exposed to the cold wind that can freeze the common people.

That squint eyes, occasionally bloom out of a fine awn, but like a sharp knife, when looking at others, it's like scraping bone with a steel knife, this is a real ruthless role.

However, one thing as like as two peas in Hemet's life, the shotgun behind him is also protected by a holster. From the way of the old way, we can see that this is also the best hunter.

A real hunter!

"II... You can't always learn. Don't say that when hunting. It will scare away the prey."

Hermite nesingwali glanced at his son and sighed, "Hey, you're always so rough, just like your shooting. I don't know when you can really get to the top."

"I'm already a top hunter!"

Hermite II said something unconvinced, and then got his father's stern eyes. The old dwarf asked slowly,

"Oh? when? Why don't I know? Have you been invited to the secret route? "

"Er... This is not yet... But I believe it will be soon!"

II gritted his teeth, trying to jump away from this issue, "as long as I complete this task, I will certainly be absorbed by your old organization."

"So... You're not yet! The hunters who have not been absorbed by the secret route, hum, are all rubbish

Naisimwali's eyes narrowed again. He saw a white bone Raven flying out of the shadow dome. The old hunter touched the gun behind him, but before he pulled out the gun, the gun in the hand of Hermite II next to him rang.

"Whoosh!"

There was no burst call, only a sound like the wind. It was the sound of the muffler of the gun. The flying white bone Raven flapped its wings in the air and finally flew lower and lower into the snow.

Two minutes later, the two dwarfs picked up the white bone Raven struggling on the ground. This Raven has huge wings and white bones. It is different from ordinary ravens. In its eyes, it shines with dark green light. This kind of creature has a lot of ice caps and glaciers. It is cruel and feeds on carrion. Because it has been infected by dark magic for a long time, This creature is very sensitive to the breath of the dead, so it is often used by the dead to convey information.

The information here refers to the very important kind. Ordinary information can be exchanged by using the spiritual network within the natural disaster of the dead, but this kind of exchange is not safe. A little mage who studies the soul can monitor this kind of soul fluctuation.

"A good hit!"

Naisimwali carefully looked at the white bone Raven struggling in his hands. The second strike did not destroy any part of the body of the wild beast, but only destroyed the blood vessels of the beast's wings by the heat of the bullet's wings, making it unable to continue to fly.

It's a skill that only top hunters can master, and it's a detail that the best scouts can do.

The second is elated to embrace the shoulder, lying in a snow, watching his father from the Raven's claws, take down a encrypted leather scroll, and then put the scroll prepared in advance into the claw's mailbox.

This is their daily task. The change of information is a plan made by the most intelligent mages. The changed information is completely logical. The most important thing is that through the change of details, they will slowly and unconsciously tear out a real defense gap in the tightly defended icecap glacier.

The struggling white bone raven, under the penetration of the surging green energy in naisimwali's hands, slowly became quiet. Obviously, this is not the general skill of taming animals. If you want to tame this savage scavenger, you must have very high skills.

Naisimwali, who has been dealing with the most dangerous beasts all the year round, is an expert in this field. He is also one of the most powerful beast kings in Azeroth, but few people know this, because naisimwali's shooting skill is obviously better.

The most famous achievement of this old hunter was that in the orc war of that year, when the Dragon throated orcs rode the enslaved red dragon to attack the port of minehill, they accurately opened the head of a red dragon 3000 meters away, which was a miracle that could not be copied.

"I don't really understand, Dad. Is it meaningful for us to do these things every day?"

Hermite II's windshields have been around for shuttle, place danger suddenly come, stay with their relatives, the cold hunter's character is obviously lively up, he asked curiously, "can't Arthas find those undead unexpected transfer?"

Old naisimwali patiently finished everything in his hand, patted the head of the docile white bone Raven. The ugly and savage creature gave a cry, then rose up in the wind and snow and flew to the city of the dead viku in the middle of the icecap glacier. Until the Raven disappeared in the dark, the old hunter turned his head and said to his son,

"Of course! Second, do you remember our journey of hunting those insects in heliosus

"Of course! It was my first time to hunt the prey of the Hero stage. It was a great experience

Hermite II touched his beard. There was a pair of white bone hoops on his beard, which was the trophy of his hunting, a hoop made of the bone of a hero's echirana. It was very valuable.

But naisimwali certainly didn't say that. The old hunter looked around nervously and confirmed that there was no danger before he said,

"Do you remember how the Chileans connect with each other? Their social form! "

"It's distributed layer by layer. The upper layer will only accept the information directly under the lower layer... Right! Is it the spirit of the dead? "

Hermite II suddenly understood what his father said. The old hunter nodded and explained patiently,

"So is the spirit of the dead! Alsace will only receive information from his commanding generals. He can't directly get involved in the thinking of a commander at the bottom when it's not necessary. There are tens of millions of undead, and no matter how powerful his spirit is, Alsace will never find out as long as it doesn't involve the transfer of tens of thousands of people. "

The old hunter's inner uneasiness became more and more intense. Although there was no end to it, the hunting instinct of the top hunter was still reminding him that danger was coming, so he ended the chat with one sentence,

"Remember, II, all we need is a broken defense line to fight a war of attrition. We will never be the opponents of the undead. We can only take the edge with our sword, and we... Are the sharpest sword of the coalition forces!"

With that, the old hunter reached out and took down the special pistol from his belt, pulled out his own hunter's hand axe from his belt, and whispered a word

"In camouflage, second, get ready to fight!"

With that, the old dwarf took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared in the snow. This is the hunter's top breathing skills - camouflage, perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. To some extent, this is a more powerful skill than the stealth of thieves.

Hermite II was stunned for a moment, but convinced by his father's hunting skills, he also entered the camouflage for the first time. Ten seconds later, a portal opened hundreds of meters away.

A lich in a purple robe walks out of the portal with five death knights. The voice of the lich, which is raw but not emotional, looms in the cold wind,

"Search here! Death emissary and blood poison Lord must ensure the absolute safety here! "

However, before the Lich's words were finished, three of the five death knights in front of him fell down. Two of them were shot in the head by Hermite II's two guns, and the last one was chopped off by a sharp hand axe. Then a stream of holy water poured down. The souls of the intermediate undead did not belong to frost mourning, but entered the soul furnace after death to wait for resurrection, The direct irrigation of holy water can completely destroy these souls.

At least the integrity can be destroyed. In this way, even after resurrection, it can only become the lowest level corpse, and there is no risk of leakage.

However, the Lich was reliable. At the first moment of the attack, he didn't want to fight back. Instead, he waved his hands and left the ghost place with only two death knights in the broken white light.

The next moment, their bodies appear close to the shadow dome.

"Damn it! There are attackers! go back! Report to the deathmaker

As soon as the order of the Lich who escaped from death was finished, the heads of the two death knights standing next to him exploded, and the corpses with most of their heads lifted fell on the ground. The souls corroded by holy water fled to the southernmost soul melting pot of icecap glacier with a howl.

Before the Lich could react, the last bullet hit the brow of his white skull and didn't run through it. The special bullet poured out the hidden holy water at the moment when it rushed into his brain, so the Lich couldn't even howl, and its soul was completely scattered.

On the other side, Hermite II was staring at his father, half kneeling on the ground, holding a gorgeous blue long gun in his hand. A touch of blue smoke was flashing from the muzzle of the gun. There were blue Titan energy vibrations on both sides of the armrest, and there was a precision sight on the top. Beyond the sight, the blue light showed the air, Let this balance of ferocious and sophisticated weapons look particularly magnificent.

"Are you kidding me?"

Looking at the old Hermite put away his shotgun, the second screamed and jumped at him. To be exact, it was the gun. But the old dwarf flashed by, and the second grabbed his head, with a blank face. "It's at least 5000 meters, isn't it? Can you spot so accurately? The velocity of the bullet is also wrong! At least five times faster than my nesingway 4000! Daddy, what kind of gun are you

Naisimwali stroked the shotgun in his hand with a kind of look at the most precious treasure, just like stroking his sindore lover,

"Don't compare your toy gun with this beauty. Aren't you curious why I broke my own rules and joined this expedition?"

"Because of it! II, the eye of the eagle, inherited the weapons of Titan's great power and the most sacred thing of hunters. For it, let alone the dead, it is worth fighting against the whole world! It is my soul, it is my life! That's the meaning of my existence! "

"If there is anything in the world that I have to get... It must be it!"

"But you've kept it for 100 years?"

"Oh... Forget that stupid commandment, II. We are hunters. The hermits were born to hunt! Everything in the world is our prey. I'm tired of hunting wild animals. You know, every time the hunting starts, I know the final result. It's meaningless... What's more, there's this gun... "

The old dwarf shook his head, took a final look at the shadow dome in the snow, put his shotgun back in its holster, and said to Hermite II,

"This place is no longer safe, but it seems that the undead are going to do something here, to signal rexa and roglio, and Theron... It seems that the boring time of skirmishing is coming to an end. Cheer, II, the biggest hunting in the history of civilized world is about to begin!"