They are now in an awkward position.

Although they are in a safe situation for the time being, they are also completely driven to a dead end. It was impossible to find a way out from the top of the watchtower, but the bottom was crowded with enemy minions. They could clearly hear the undead scratching at the wood, and the wooden door that Dineen and Albert had smashed into firmly held back the non-thinking monsters, but that didn't mean that they were all over again, and if they delayed too long, the undead would surround them again.

And the only entrance to the watchtower is also guarded by necromancers, and they have already seen the fate of rushing out. If you force a breakthrough at any cost, one or several people will inevitably be taken as victims. Regardless of whether the young paladin would agree to sacrifice innocent people other than himself, even Dinen would see such an outcome as a mission failure.

- He hates failure.

But now the team doesn't have to be too anxious, at least they can take advantage of this short and pitiful time to rest. They were all tired enough, the two survivors were weak and Andrew, who was frightened and anxious, sat down on the dusty ground and breathed slowly, while seizing the time to whisper - it was Brand who needed this the most, the young man desperately wanted to know the cause and effect of the incident, and of course the most important thing was the news of his brother Bane.

Albert didn't want to hear that. He walked up to Dinen and whispered, "Thrall isn't here. ”

Dinen wasn't surprised: "Because it's just a trap here." They didn't want to make a mess of their home, and the mage hated this the most. This last comment comes from Zangara's talk about how he and Khadgar were unhappy with each other. Except for certain times when he was weak-hearted, Khadgar would throw him to the top of the tower as a windbeacon messenger every time.

"And where the hell is their home base?"

Dinen glanced down, "Probably around the corner - but we'll have to make sure these people are safe before we think about anything else, man." ”

Albert sighed: "Okay, did you just see the situation outside?" ”

Dineh habitually covered his mouth with his hand, and his voice sounded muffled: "Glance at it." There were about seventeen or eighteen standing, and I don't know how many were dead. "It's easy to deal with if they're all undead, but if they're all mages...... No, unlikely. But there will be at least one or two.

Albert took a short breath. Remembering the terrible number of those undead just now: "Why are there so many?" ”

"Because the undead have no expiration date." Dinen said solemnly, "It doesn't matter if it's fresh, rotten or bone-only." ”

Albert was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "For our dinner, please, don't talk about the undead in the tone of fruits, okay?" ”

Dineen looked dazed. When did he mention fruit?

But when it comes to food, he's still a good talker, especially when he hasn't been able to eat properly lately. So Dinein naturally gave another explanation.

"First of all, Hillsbrad's graveyard is much more than just Tarenmere, and second, there are always people who don't live or die that are worth mentioning. Have you forgotten how you met me? ”

Albert's expression was even worse.

"The prisoners...... "they went to prison to atone for their sins, not to be slaves!" ”

Dineen shrugged disapprovingly. In fact, most of those who can be dealt with secretly are felons who are not worthy of regret and do not deserve sympathy. As for the rest of the unlucky ones, it can only be said that it is fate.

Raising his hand to signal that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, Dinen crouched down at the junction of the staircase and the landing, leaning out half of his body, not caring if he would fall without the guardrail. He stared at the gate of the watchtower, the bright moonlight shining on the ground, and the small spot near the gate was clearly visible. The place where they were was was in a thick darkness because there were no windows, and only vague figures could be seen a few steps away.

He thought for a moment and quietly retreated to the others. He made a silent gesture, then patted Albert and led the young paladin to the top of the stairs, keeping him clinging to the side of the wall.

In silence, Dinen could only gesture with his hand to ask him to restrain the aura of holy light on his body. Fortunately, the two of them also have some tacit understanding, and Albert understood after thinking about it for a while. After a brief moment of prospering, there was a change in his body—more of a sensory one than a visible one, but now Albert looked no different from a normal youth.

Dinen nodded in satisfaction, and returned to his place, unloading his bow and arrows from his back. He drew three arrows and put them at his feet, and the other in his hand, staring intently at the door of the watchtower, waiting patiently.

There was a sudden silence in the watchtower, except for the sound of the undead in the warehouse scratching at the planks and the heavy breathing behind them—Dinin looked back with some annoyance, but before he could make sure Andrew understood what he meant, his elbow was lightly touched.

Dineen quickly turned his head and looked at the door. A slender shadow appeared there. It hesitated for a few steps before cautiously popping up.

A plague dog.

Judging from the performance, it should be controlled, and the undead themselves cannot be afraid. The other three couldn't see the space below the stairs because of the viewing angle, and neither of the two who saw it moved.

Sensing no threat, the plague dog ran to the door of the warehouse and sniffed it, then tried to bite the door a few times. In the face of corrosive saliva and sharp teeth, the door panel still excels by virtue of its own volume and thickness.

Dineen listened intently. The voices coming from inside the warehouse gradually fell silent. But soon there was a commotion again. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Necromancer's control over the undead is limited in distance and quantity. The undead in the warehouse were unable to get around the obstacles they had set up because they were not controlled, and apparently the Cultists of the Damned were now close to the border, able to control a single plague dog, but not a larger number of humanoid undead.

So, they will definitely come closer, see and direct with their own eyes. The contrast of light and darkness forced them to walk in to see everything, and as long as these Cursed Cultists stepped into the watchtower, then Dinin and their problems would be solved.

Dinen calmly watched the plague dog spin around in place, waiting patiently. Sure enough, there was another rustling sound outside the watchtower, and more undead appeared in the doorway. They walked around the ground floor with stiff steps, then turned to the stairs.

Albert took a soft breath as the undead began to climb the stairs, and Dinen didn't move his gaze, but quickly pressed his hand from memory. This is clearly stopped. He felt the tense muscles under his hands stiffen for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

Dinen withdrew her hand and continued to stare at the door.

The undead crawled up the stairs slowly, their stiff joints making it difficult for them to cope with the uneven terrain. This slow approach is also very oppressive, but fortunately, both of them have excellent psychological qualities, and more importantly, there are no bloody wounds on their bodies. The undead are able to smell the breath of the living, but are not stimulated or perceived as threatened. So they went on step by step, without showing any signs of anything unusual.

Seeing that the undead had climbed most of the stairs, Albert inevitably became anxious again. But Dineen still didn't move. He didn't even glance at the monsters, nor did he make any defensive moves.

Their performance paralyzed the Cultists of the Damned. Perhaps thinking that the prey had retreated to the top floor, a new figure appeared at the door. Although his whole body is covered by a black robe, the smoothness of his walking is unmatched by that of the undead. A few undead who hadn't yet climbed the stairs staggered out of the way, allowing the black-robed man to approach the door of the warehouse. Then a low curse rang out.

Now it's certain that he's alive. Albert glanced at Dineen extremely quickly, and then moved his gaze back to the stairs, the nearest undead to them was already close at hand, the young man's palms were covered with cold sweat, and he could see two cold blue flames jumping eerily. He couldn't help but count the steps in his mind.

Sixth, fifth, fourth steps, three steps...... It was close enough for Albert to see the undead's rotting eyes, and enough to make the undead agitated. But Dineen still didn't react.

As if sensing something, the necromancer looked up at the stairs. At the same moment, Dineh's lightning-fast bow was wound, and the taut bowstring even clanged in the air, and the arrows at his feet were swept away in two seconds. The three arrows slammed into the mage's face end to end, invariably crashing into the auto-activated arcane shield. The arrow's powerful force rippled with arcane energy, and the impact of the same part vibrated more violently, and finally the shield shattered in front of the last whizzing arrow!

The castrated metal arrows pierced the skull and even carried the whole person backwards. The black-robed mage slid on the ground for a few meters, slammed into the wall, and then collapsed lifelessly.

Dineh stared at the body tightly, and breathed a sigh of relief with regret after finding that the other party had no intention of standing up, feeling the muscles of his fingers twitch slightly. He'd never raised his rate of fire that fast, but if it didn't work, the situation would be extremely tricky after that. Fortunately, there are no surprises.

Albert on the side jumped up the moment Dinin made a move, and smashed the undead spirit that was almost close to Dinein's face with a precise hammer, and the anger and worry that had been stored for a long time pounced on the enemy who followed closely behind him with the holy light. The undead who had managed to climb the stairs in the back were smashed by the same kind that had fallen down, and they rolled down the stairs together.

Dineh, who was covering his eyes, saw this scene through his fingers and couldn't help but whistle in approval.

Albert didn't think it was funny, and the young man, who was still in a cold sweat, turned to his partner dissatisfiedly: "Why are you ......" He paused for a moment, instantly forgetting what he wanted to say, "What's wrong with your eyes?" ”

His first reaction was that Dinin was injured by the undead, after all, the undead had almost stood in front of him just now and was ready to speak, but Dinin could still turn a blind eye and didn't even tremble in the slightest.

Then Albert heard Dineen reply slowly, "The light is so bright, Akira's eyes hurt." ”

“……”

The paladin, who is disliked every day, is tired and doesn't want to speak.

This time, however, Dineen was telling the truth. The previous battle in the warehouse was a little better because of the moonlight, but this time the sudden burst of holy light in the darkness was simply blinding. He kept his eyes open for a few seconds to see what happened to the mage, and then he couldn't bear it anymore.

Seriously, why the paladins themselves are not affected by the Holy Light is a question that Dineen still doesn't understand.

Albert sighed, and finally remembered the question he was about to ask: "What were you waiting for?" "The moment their ambush target appeared, Dineen should have done it.

"Wait for his accomplices." Dineen also sighed, "See?" The undead are still active, and there must be more than one necromancer. ”

Albert looked down, and sure enough, a few of the less destructive undead got back on their feet and staggered back to the door. Dinen picked up his bow and killed them one by one.

"It can't be used again." He said with a frown, looking up at the top floor.

Dineen had just wanted to estimate the height so that he could determine how far his range could threaten beyond the tower, but when his eyes fell on the load-bearing beams inside the tower, his heart suddenly moved.

Why not give it a try?