Icecrown Glacier, as the name suggests, is a large glacier here. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The large ice that is suspended in the northern part of the Endless Sea has been an endless period of time since the formation of the Great Glacier, so this glacier is still covered with heavy frozen soil.

It can be said that it is frozen for thousands of miles, and there is no grass.

It's hard to imagine that there are creatures in this haunted place, but in fact, in addition to the incredible number of undead living on Icecrown Glacier, there are indeed many living creatures.

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

In the Shadow Dome, the northernmost dark fortress of the black enclosure that surrounds the entire Icecrown glacier, in the midst of the eternal frozen snow, two strange "snowdrifts" are quietly moving across the snowfield, and they move very regularly, basically moving forward every 5 minutes.

Never procrastinate, never advance.

If you get close enough, you can still hear a whisper of voice, the murmur of being drowned in the cold wind of the snowfield.

"Hey, Daddy, didn't you say that you've only hunted wild beasts all your life?

Hemet II carried his beloved shotgun, which was designed and manufactured for him by the best engineering masters and blacksmiths of the coalition forces, and there was only this one in the whole world, the best Sasteel was made, ironwood brackets, with magic focus, ultra-long range, damage deepening, and even the bullets used were armor-piercing bursts handmade by the masters, and they could also fire most of the bullets including magic ammunition, with an effective range of 1500 meters, but even at a distance of 2500 meters, its power was enough to burst the hard skull of the strongest mammoth。

Hermet II said he loved it to death.

A good hunter must know how to take care of his weapons, so in this extremely harsh environment, Hemet II also used a delicate plush holster to protect his love gun, he was wearing dark green chain mail, engineering goggles to protect his eyes, black leather gloves, and a camouflage-colored fluff cape on the back.

As Azeroth's premier hunter and master assassin, Hermit II was no good man, and if he could, he would rather stay in the warmth of Ironforge, or in the villa of Sersamar, rather than go on a goddamn reconnaissance mission in this damn icy snow.

But it can't be helped, the task is the task... Especially in the current context, he had to restrain his hobby, and lying beside him was a white-haired dwarf.

His face was exactly the same as that of Hermet II, but compared to Hermet II's full armament, the old dwarf's outfit was much simpler, he wore a black and white hunting suit, a special monocle on his left eye, and his right eye was simply exposed to the cold wind that could freeze ordinary people.

In those squinting eyes, there is an occasional glimmer of essence, but it is like a sharp knife, and when you look at others, it is like scraping bones with a steel knife, this is a real ruthless character.

However, there is one thing, this old dwarf is exactly the same as Hermet II, and the shotgun behind him is also tightly protected by a holster, and it can be seen from the old way that he is also the best hunter.

A true hunter!

"II... You can't always learn, don't talk like that when you're hunting... Will scare away prey. ”

Hemet Nesinwari glanced at his son and sighed, "Hey, you're always so rough, just like your marksmanship, I don't know when you'll be able to really get into the top." ”

"I'm already a top hunter!"

Hermet II said unconvinced, and then he got his father's stern gaze, and the old dwarf asked slowly,

"Oh, when? How did I not know? You were invited to the Secret Path?"

"Uh... This one hasn't yet... But I'm sure it will be soon!"

The Second gritted his teeth and tried to jump away from the question, "As long as I complete this mission, I will definitely be able to absorb your old organization." ”

"So... You're not a hunter who hasn't been absorbed by the Hidden Pathway, hmph, it's all rubbish!"

Nesinwari's eyes narrowed again, and he saw a bone raven flying out of the Shadow Dome, and the old hunter touched the shotgun behind his back, but before he could pull out the gun, the gun in the hand of Hemet II next to him went off.

"Whoosh!"

There was no crackling chirp, only a wind-like sound, the sound of the gun's own silencer, and the soaring bone raven flapped its wings in the air, and finally flew lower and lower, smashing into the snow.

2 minutes later, the two dwarves picked up the white bone raven that was struggling on the ground, this wings are huge, the whole body is white, and the ordinary raven is different, its eyes, shining with dark green light, this creature is a lot in the icecrown glacier, cruel temperament, feed on carrion, due to the long-term exposure to the dark magic, this creature is very sensitive to the breath of the necromancy, so it is often the undead have the courage to transmit information.

The information here refers to the very important kind, ordinary information can be interconnected using the spiritual network within the undead natural disaster, but this kind of intercommunication is not safe, and a mage who has a little research on the soul can monitor this soul fluctuation.

"Nice shot!"

Nesinvari looked carefully at the bone raven struggling in his hand, the blow, the second did not destroy any part of the savage beast's body at all, only the heat of the bullet grazing its wings, destroying the veins of the beast's wings, making it impossible to continue flying.

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

Triumphantly clasped over his shoulders, he lay down in the snow as his father removed an encrypted leather scroll from the raven's paw, and then placed the prepared scroll into the claw's letterbox.

This is their daily task, this change of information, a plan made by the wisest mages, the change of information is completely logical, and most importantly, through this change of details, they will slowly and unknowingly, tear a real gap in the defensive line of the well-defended icecrown.

The struggling white bone raven slowly became quiet under the penetration of the green energy surging in Nesinwari's hands, obviously, this is not an ordinary beast taming technique, in order to tame this savage scavenging creature, you must have a very high level of skill.

Nesinvari, who has been dealing with the most dangerous beasts for many years, is a master of this way, and he is also one of the most powerful beastmasters in Azeroth, but few people know this, because Nesinvari's marksmanship is obviously better.

The most famous achievement of this old hunter was in the Orc War that year, when the Dragonthroat Orc rode the enslaved red dragon to attack the port of Minethil, 3,000 meters away, he accurately burst the head of a red dragon, which was simply an irreproducible miracle.

"I don't really understand, Dad, does it make sense for us to do these things every day?"

Hermet II's windshield had been wandering around, setting the sudden arrival of danger to stay with his loved ones, and the ruthless hunter's personality was obviously lively, and he asked curiously, "Couldn't Arthas notice the unexpected movement of the undead?"

Old Necinvari patiently finished everything in his hand, patted the head of the tame bone raven, the ugly savage creature chirped, and then rose into the sky in the wind and snow, and flew towards the city of the Viku necromancers in the middle of the Icecrown Glacier, until the raven disappeared into the darkness, and the old hunter turned his head and said to his son,

"Of course it works, II, do you remember our journey to hunt those bugs in Silisus?"

"Of course I do! That was my first time hunting for Hero-level prey, and it was a great experience. ”

Hermet II touched his beard, and on his beard was a pair of bone-colored hoops, the trophy of his hunt, a ring made of the bones of a heroic chila worm, which was priceless.

But what Necinwari said was certainly not that thing, and the old hunter looked a little nervously left and right, and after confirming that there was no danger, he spoke,

"Do you remember how the chila worms connected to each other?

"It's distributed layer by layer, and the upper layer will only receive information from the direct subordinate level... By the way, are the undead too?"

Hermet II suddenly understood what his father meant, and the old hunter nodded, patiently explaining,

Arthas will only accept information from the generals under his command, and it is impossible for him to directly intervene in the mind of a low-level commander unless necessary, the number of undead is tens of millions, and no matter how strong his spirit is, it is not enough, so as long as it does not involve a large transfer of tens of thousands of people, Arthas will not find out at all. ”

The old hunter's inner turmoil became stronger and stronger, although there was no beginning or tail, but the hunting instinct possessed by the top hunter still reminded him that danger was coming, so he ended this small talk with a sentence,

"Remember, II, all we need is a line of defense riddled with holes, a war of attrition, we will never be the opponent of the undead, we can only go sideways, and we... It's the sharpest sword of the coalition!"

After saying that, the old hunter reached out and took off the special pistol from his belt, and pulled out his hunter's hand axe from his belt, and whispered

"Enter the camouflage, II, and get ready for battle!"

After saying that, the old dwarf took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared into the snow out of thin air, this is the hunter's top breath gathering technique - camouflage, perfect integration with the surrounding environment, in a way, this is simply more powerful than the stealth of thieves.

Hermet II froze, but convinced of his father's hunting skills, he also entered the camouflage at the first time, and 10 seconds later, a portal opened a few hundred meters away.

A lich in purple robes walked out of the portal with five death knights, and the lich's jerky and emotionless voice loomed in the cold wind,

"Search here! Deathbringer and Lord Blood Poison must ensure the absolute safety of this place!"

It's just that before the lich's words were finished, three of the five death knights in front of him fell, two were headshot by Hermit II's two guns, and the last one was chopped off by a sharp hand axe, followed by a stream of holy water, the souls of this intermediate undead do not belong to the Frost Grief, and will only enter the soul furnace after death to wait for resurrection, and the direct pouring of holy water can completely destroy these souls.

At the very least, it can destroy the integrity, so that even after resurrection, it can only become the lowest-level walking corpse, and there is no risk of leaking secrets at all.

However, this lich is quite reliable, and at the first moment of the attack, he did not think about fighting back, but waved his hands and took the only two remaining death knights, and left this ghost place with teleportation in the shattered white light.

The next moment, their bodies appeared close to the Dome of Shadow.

"Damn! there's an assailant! Go back! Report to the Messenger of Death!"

As soon as the Lich's order to survive was finished, the heads of the two Death Knights standing beside him burst open, and the corpses of most of their skulls were smashed to the ground, and the souls corrupted by the holy water wailed and fled to the southernmost soul furnace of Icecrown.

Before the lich could react, the last bullet hit the center of his white skull's eyebrows, and did not penetrate, the special bullet, the moment it rushed into his brain, poured out the compressed holy water hidden inside, so that the lich could not even let out a wail, and its soul was completely scattered.

On the other side, Hemet II looked at his father dumbfounded, Necinvari was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a gorgeous spear with a whole blue body in his hand, a touch of cyan smoke was flashing from the muzzle, there was a blue Titan energy vibration on both sides of the armrest, and there was a precision sight at the top, outside the sight, the blue light penetrated the air, making this weapon that was both hideous and precise look extraordinarily magnificent.

"Open... What kidding!"

Seeing Old Hemet put away the shotgun in his hand, the second screamed and pounced on him, to be precise, it was the gun, but it was flashed by the old dwarf lightly, the second grabbed his head, and looked dazed, "This is at least 5000 meters, right? Can it still shoot so accurately? The speed of the bullet is not right! At least 5 times faster than my Nesinwe 4000! Daddy, what kind of gun are you?"

With a look at the most precious treasure, Nesinvari stroked the shotgun in his hand as if he were caressing his own Sindore lover,

"Don't compare your toy gun to this beauty, aren't you curious why I broke my precepts and joined this expedition?"

"It's because of it! II, Eagle Eye, has inherited the weapon of the great power of the Titans, the supreme relict of the hunters, for it, not to mention a mere necromancy, even if it is against the whole world, it is worth it! It is my soul, it is my life! This is the meaning of my existence!"

"If there's anything in the world that I have to get... That's got to be it!"

"But you've maintained the vows for 100 years?"

"Oh... Forget that stupid precept, II, we are hunters, the Hemet family was born to hunt! Everything in the world is our prey, and hunting wild beasts has made me tired of it, you know, every time the hunt starts, I know the final end, it makes no sense... What's more, there is this gun ...

The old dwarf shook his head, took one last look at the shadow dome in the snowstorm, put the shotgun in his hand back into his holster, and said to Hemet II beside him,

"It's not safe anymore, but it looks like the undead are going to do something here, to signal Lexa and Rogrio, and Theron... It looks like the boring time of petty fights is coming to an end, cheer, II, the biggest hunt in the history of the civilized world is about to begin!"