It was the Rock Lord Lockhora, who stood between the broken bridges and caught Diego as he jumped.

He carefully took Diego in the palm of his hand and rumbled to the other end of the bridge.

"Lift me over the shoulders, Lockhola!" Diego ordered loudly, the battle just now was too thrilling, he was not the one who suffered a loss and remained silent.

The Rock Lord's obedient hand was raised upwards and slightly above his shoulders. He was already familiar with his minotaur summoners, and was happy to follow their commands.

Diego quickly swapped Death Gaze for a normal magazine, and began to infuse the chamber with the power of light.

The next moment, just as the Death Knights poked their heads out of the broken bridge to look this way, gunshots rang out, and one of the Death Knights fell to the ground in response, and the energy burst caused by the clash between the Holy Light and the Power of Death exploded directly into his skull.

The Death Knights took a few steps back in some panic, and one of them reluctantly raised his left hand, the evil withering power wrapped around his hand, but before he could cast the spell, the Dwarven Storm Hammer flew over again, interrupting his spell casting.

Brian's attack succeeded in drawing the attention of the Death Knight to himself, and the Death Knight who had made the sword condensed the power of death in his body and tried to use the Death Grip to pull the dwarf to this side of the bridge, but a whistling whirlwind appeared out of thin air, and the dust that rolled up completely blocked their view.

Diego, who was also obscured from view, put away his death gaze with some regret, jumped onto the bridge, and returned to his friends.

"Hey guys, I owe you guys once!" He thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"You're in for a treat tonight, I'm going to drink really good wine, not a ghost like frog poison wine!" The dwarf asked unceremoniously. During the time when he went back and forth to Eagle's Nest Mountain to move reinforcements, he almost didn't drink a drop of wine, and he was already hungry.

"Yes, that's it!" The crowd cheered in agreement.

Diego smiled at his companions, glad he had such a loyal group of friends.

"If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home!" He promised loudly, though he didn't know where the wine was now.

They flocked to the exit of the underground city, walking across the last Diego looking back at the Broken Bridge, where the whirlwind unleashed by the druids was dissipating, and the ice-blue eyes of the Death Knights could be seen twitching in the dust.

Diego paused, he didn't think he should say goodbye like this, so he picked up his gun and fired a shot at the ice-blue bright spots—he didn't expect to hit the target, he just said hello.

"Farewell, Psychic Academy!" He said softly from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, there was a buzzing sound of bullets hitting weapons in the dust mist on the opposite side, and the Death Knights blocked the attack.

……

In the darkness of the earth, time has slipped away unconsciously. By the time Diego and his party came out of the cellar under the castle, it was already noon. The group bathed in the warm midday sun, dispelling the yin energy brought out from the ground.

"Fill this cellar with rocks, we'll never need it again!" Diego said to Tyran Ferdin, who had been waiting outside the cellar. On the way back, Brian the Dwarf had already said that he had completed the topographic survey, and all that was left was to draw the channel blueprints.

"Alright, come with me! Everyone is waiting for you to come back! Tyran nodded and said, waving his hand at the company guarding the exit, signaling them to do as Diego said.

The team of five followed Tyran to the conference hall on the third floor.

Almost all of the leaders were already here, and to be honest, the movement of the shaman bridge could be felt even above the ground, and they couldn't wait to find out what was going on.

Tirio Fordin's focus was noticeably different from theirs, and he looked closely at the five brave scouts, satisfying to see that each one was still in good shape. This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The team of five sat down at the other end of the long table, which was specially reserved for them. After a big fight, these soft velvet seats relax their whole body.

"Tell me, what do you see down there?" Tirio said gently.

None of the five spoke, accustomed to Diego representing the small group.

"I have to say, it's not rosy!" Diego organized his words for a moment, then spoke, "Stratholme is sending reinforcements here, and we're seeing reinforcements from at least two legions below, and they're growing. ”

There was a gasp of surprise in the hall, but it was soon questioned.

"It's hard for me to believe how those natural disasters got into the Psychic Academy right under our noses?" Furstad Hammer was the first to ask.

"We've seen a bone portal below, and it's clearly acting as a portal." Diego replied.

"Well, I'd suggest we better change the format of the meeting," Tirio, who was sitting in the main seat, interrupted the other leaders who wanted to ask questions, and said with a smile, "We'd better not use this kind of inquiry, but let Diego himself tell about his experience below, and then discuss it, or we might miss today's dinner!" ”

The others heeded, and though there were some complaints, they soon fell silent, listening very intently to Diego's story.

Diego recounted all the events that had happened to them after they entered the Psychic Academy, including the reinforcements they saw, the Door of Bones, and the famous Scourge of the Dead, Baroness Rivendell, Baroness Annastari, and the Death Knights who were supposed to be stationed in Stratholme. He told them about the battle with the lich's chilling, fallen Janice Barov and what happened to them as they escaped from the psychic academy. He also made a point of mentioning that the dwarf Brian had completed a geological survey, and that the water level of the lake was enough to submerge most of the psychic colleges.

The leaders remained quiet for most of his presentation, occasionally marveling at the danger they encountered, though they showed surprising restraint and did not interrupt him. When he ended by crossing the broken bridge, Diego leaned back in his chair to catch his breath, then waited for other questions the leaders might have.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, as everyone realized the gravity of the situation, and it was Tirio Fording who broke the silence first.

"So, are the Undead Scourge planning to do whatever it takes to keep their last stronghold in the Western Plaguelands?" He asked in a heavy tone, in fact, he had already guessed the answer to the question himself, but it seemed that if he didn't ask like this, he couldn't be sure.

"Yes, my lord, from what we've seen along the way, it's at least certain that Baron Rivendell, Baroness Annastari, and Pale Malekhi have arrived at the Psychic Academy, which means that Stratholme's Scourge has already come out!" Diego replied clearly, knowing that these were the basis for all of Silver Dawn's next actions, and there was no room for ambiguity.

"I noticed that you mentioned the Death Knights, who, as far as I know, are not stationed in Stratholme." Old Norman suddenly spoke, as a former member of the Scourge Legion, he knew far more about this undead legion than the living.

"Yes, the Death Knight is not stationed in Stratholme, most of them are stationed in the northern Icecrown Glacier, guarding the Lich King's throne, and a small number are stationed in the air fortress Naxxramas, and this encounter with the Death Knight just shows that Naxxramas has noticed a series of actions in the Western Plaguelands." Diego explained in earnest, analyzing the intentions of the Death Knights in depth, "These Death Knights may still be the vanguard of the rush to support, but if the battle here drags on for a long time, it is likely that the whole of Naxxramas will be waiting for us, and perhaps the Aerial Fortress is already on its way here!" ”

As if losing the desire to speak, the hall suddenly fell into an awkward silence. The leaders did not question Diego's judgment, and what he had been doing had already earned the trust and respect of everyone, and they believed him in everything he said. That's exactly what Diego has always wanted.

"We only have three and a half legions, at most four, if we want to attack this dungeon, even if we defeat it, we won't have a few people left!" The old orc Itreig counted his fingers for a long time, and then said in frustration. Orcs are never afraid of sacrifice, but this is at best a battle that will end in the same fate, and even they don't want it.

"Then follow Diego's previous proposal, let's drown these rats with water!" Tirio tapped on the table, and finally decided.

This time, even those who had previously opposed it did not speak, and they had no other choice.

"The griffon knights have to work hard during this time, scouting the airspace between Stratholme and Stratholme at the maximum distance in case Naxxramas arrives. Everyone else is all engaged in the excavation of this canal, and we are running out of time! Tirio stood up from his seat and commanded loudly.

"Guys, we can't get enough of today!" Brian complained bitterly beside Diego that as the undisputed designer of the canal, his talent for digging caverns was more outstanding than anyone in the room, not even the Hammer Dwarves, and in fact, after years of living in the mountains, the Hammer Dwarves' digging skills had deteriorated considerably.