Ever since he met Dineen, Albert had seen many of his partner's adventures. But that didn't mean he could calmly watch the other party walk across the single-plank bridge at a height of eight meters, and as far as he could see, the width of the wood was only enough to stand on his feet together.

"I just want to ask one thing." He asked, "Why are the windows of the watchtower built there?" He couldn't even imagine how the craftsmen had carved the windows in the first place.

Hearing his dissatisfaction, Andrew coughed a little embarrassed.

"That's for the light, sir." Brand replied on behalf of the sheriff, "This watchtower was built by the Tarenmere people in a makeshift manner during the war, and it did not function as a fortress from the beginning, so many details were not considered. ”

"Ah, yes, that's right, that's it." Andrew said immediately. The fact that a craftsman improvises based on the defects of the wood itself can indeed be classified as a lack of consideration for details, isn't it?

That's why we're so embarrassed now, like a deer being driven up a cliff. Albert sighed. When I get back, I must tell my father this. The military construction of the kingdom leaves much to be desired, and at least at this time a standard should be set up, rather than left to the people themselves.

As a party, Dineen didn't mind this. On the one hand, he didn't think it was anything embarrassing, and he had encountered more difficult things. On the other hand, he also understands why. Part of the reason has already been said by Brand, but the main thing is that the hills of Hillsbrad are also considered the frontier of the kingdom, and the defense force in this region is completely centered on Dunhold, and this kind of guard tower only serves as a vigilance, not like the future alliance's front-line guard towers scattered around the world and taking into account multiple functions.

At this point he was more focused on his feet. Because it is facing the window, this load-bearing beam has withstood more wind and rain. As Dineen jumped up the stairs on the top floor, it made a heart-wrenching cracking sound.

If he was still the one hundred and tenth—a bit of a discord to him, but understandable—the log would have been able to land comfortably even if the log shattered the moment he hit it. But now that his reaction speed had dropped a lot, Dinein had to pay close attention to every step.

Falling from this height would not have caused him to fall to his death or cripple or anything, but injuries were inevitable. And if the undead in the warehouse happened to come out at that time, then there would be a look.

Thankfully, he didn't have any problems when he got to the point where he could see through the rather narrow window. Dinen didn't plan to stick to the window, so his figure would be too obvious. He stopped, trying to look outside.

It seemed that the other party was also worried that they would rush out, so they retreated to a farther position, but did not retreat into the woods, but firmly guarded the door. Dineen adjusted her perspective to see them. Or rather, him and them.

The distinction between the living and the dead becomes clearer in the moonlight. Dineen could easily tell the Cursed cultist who was surrounded by the undead, and he was the only one. He shook his body slightly agitatedly, his arms up and down, looking impatient to throw a few spells.

Is he in a hurry? Is he vigilant or has he let his down? Did he have a plan or was he just waiting?

Dinen thought to herself, and at the same time was a little annoyed. Without the restriction of the watchtower, a single charge can allow him to fly to the opponent's side. However, the single exit limits his flexibility, and the straight movement path is easily caught by the caster.

And now he was in an awkward position, and if he wanted to hit the target, he had to raise his arms to the height of his head - but it was just too awkward. Dinen had never shot an arrow like this. He wasn't a hunter or a ranger after all, so how could he possibly study this?

He tried to move forward to a suitable position. But it was immediately noticed that the Cursed Cultist looked up keenly. Dining's conditioned reflex suddenly stepped back—

"Click!"

***

When the voice came from behind him, Dineh's heart was cold, and he instinctively wanted to jump forward on the spot—he could have grabbed the window edge at this distance—but a crazy thought came out more quickly than instinct.

He's probably going to be thrown half to death. But to TM, isn't this an opportunity?

After a moment's hesitation, Dineen missed his last chance, and he inevitably fell down the broken beam. But the fighter's astonishing skill allowed him to keep his balance in times like these. Dineen tore off his bow and arrow with his backhand, preparing—he only had two seconds, or a second—

"Boom!"

The broken part of the beam was much longer than Dinin had imagined, and the second half hit the second platform hard, causing dust to fly for a moment, and the front part fell to the bottom floor. Dineen lunged forward, his elbow flipped to the side of the beam, he stretched out his leg to hook the beam, and his body leaned to one side, with memory and calculation, he shot the only arrow in his hand regardless of it!

Then Dinein didn't have time to see if the result was as he wished, and as soon as the arrow left the string, he threw away the bow in his hand and stretched out his hands to meet the impending impact—

With a muffled thud, he fell to the ground along with the front of the beam.

Dineen couldn't help but let out a wail. As a result of the arm carrying most of the momentum, his shoulder made a terrible noise again, and the pain caused him to lose sense of this part for a moment. The left leg first took all the weight of his body, and then it hurt as he slid forward. Eventually, his head slammed into the ground. The combined consequence was that Dineh could only hang there dizzily, and he couldn't even adjust his posture for a while.

"Dineh!"

He heard Albert yelling anxiously behind him. Presumably, others will soon rush to his side. But no, there's one more thing-

Dinen allowed herself to fall to the ground. He struggled for a moment, and with the strength of his back, he finally got up and staggered out.

As he ran, he drew his longsword with his paralyzed arm. But he didn't have as many fights as he had seen before. Some of the undead who were badly damaged themselves fell to the ground because they lost their magic support, and only a few remained, wandering blankly like headless flies. Dinen simply dealt with them, and then pounced on the Cursed Cultist.

His arrow hit the mage in the abdomen, making the opponent lose the ability to fight and not choking immediately. Dinen didn't have time to sigh at his good fortune, so he grabbed the other party's collar.

"Where is your base?" He growled, "Where's the orc you brought back?" ”

Under the hood, he couldn't see the cultist's expression, only the mouth contorted into a very disdainful smile. Dineh's response was to grab the arrow and stab it a few more times.

"Tell me!" He roared fiercely amid the screams, "Where's that orc?" ”

"Death, not the end ......"

Dineen had heard enough of these nonsense words a long time ago. He pinched the other party's neck fiercely: "you!" The one you thought you believed in...... Something that will bless a loser? He's a loser himself! A cowardly waste! ”

The cultist's expression distorted instantly. Believers in darkness are either extraordinarily utilitarian or extraordinarily fanatical, and apparently this guy is the latter.

"Be proud, stupid mortal! But when the will of the Lich King descends on this land, I will be born again, and you will never be doomed! ”

Seeing his pale face turn black, Dineh's eyes narrowed, and he instantly let go of his hand and jumped back violently. In the next second, the cultists he had left in place exploded like a bomb. The flesh and blood soaked in the power of the shadows scattered one after another in a circle with a radius of three meters, like a rain of blood.

Dinen stood still, watching the weeds that were only a step away from him wither at a rate visible to the naked eye as they touched the flesh.

"It's... In a frenzy. Albert, who had arrived in a hurry, stood beside him, looking at the shocking scene with a complicated expression, "Did he say it?" ”

"Nope."

Dineen replied in annoyance. He didn't expect the other party to be so crazy, and he decisively chose to end himself. Otherwise, Dinin would have shown him a glimpse of the love of the Light.

"Albert, you and the captain go to deal with the undead in the warehouse and tell him to aim his bow at the cervical vertebrae. I'll talk to those two people. He sighed, "Also, be careful around, this can't be all of them." ”

After all, it is a research center at the regional level, and it is impossible to rely on such small people alone.

Albert agreed. Dinein, on the other hand, took Brand and another man—he now learned that the reckless fellow's name was Finn—to the side, asking about their experiences. Expect to find some clues.

But in the end, both of them gave him disappointing answers, and the coma made them completely miss the information that Dinen wanted to know. Whether it's the location of the base of the Cultists of the Damned or the news of Thrall. In the end, Dining's previous suspicion was only confirmed - they were not imprisoned here before, but were only brought out as bait for a trap.

He shared this information with Albert, and the paladin couldn't hide his disappointment.

"So what are we going to do? Looking around? ”

"Nope." Dinen vetoed, "Take Brand and the others back to town first." ”

They're all in terrible shape right now. The three ordinary people were embarrassed by fright and fear, Albert had a headache because of the mental power consumed by using the Holy Light, and Dineen was because of the fall just now. If there is another battle, there will likely be casualties. Know that the scratching of the undead is easily infected, and they can't take that risk.

"But ......"

"I didn't say I was going to give him up, Albert." "But we need help, and when it's dawn, I'll be back here with Talenmere's vigilantes to solve this problem once and for all." ”

"And how do you explain that?" Albert asked, embarrassed. The security forces would only arrest Saar and send him to a concentration camp. Haven't they been hiding it just to avoid such an outcome?

Dineen thought for a moment and laughed, "Remember how we crossed the bridge?" ”

The paladin instantly understood what he meant, and suddenly felt relieved: "Of course." ”

"That's good, remember to remind me to forge a kingdom document when I get back." Dinen said nonchalantly that they were wanted themselves, so he didn't care if it was illegal to do so. The paladin was a little embarrassed, but thinking that it was for Sal's special friend, the good boy Albert obediently agreed.

Even then, the results are not always as expected. They did their best, but there were too many variables on Sal's side. Whether the orcs will survive until they arrive, or whether the Cursed cultists may take advantage of the time to escape, even Dineen doesn't know.

The two men faced each other for a moment of silence, and then Dineen took a deep breath.

"That guy is going to be fine." "He's been under Blackmore for twenty years, and he'll definitely survive until tomorrow," he said flatly. ”

His hesitation finally paid off at this point - if they met on the battlefield in the future, then Dineen would not hesitate to cut off his head. But now, Thrall didn't want to hurt anyone, even after such injustice. He was just bent on returning to his own people, and nothing else. Then Dineh will take him to the Frostwolf Clan, and he will be safe.

This kid deserves it.

"He is the son of Dulongtan, the son of Draka, and Thrall of the Frostwolf Clan. His ancestors must have protected him, and his people were waiting for his return. "He'll survive, he will." And then, as promised. ”

"—we'll take him home."