Diego did not stay long in the Tower of Mortvik, and after receiving information from its owner, he left with Masrae.

Craven? Mortvik was still in a trance after being shaken by the plague potion, but he didn't fight him too much.

Knowing where Staven had fled, they didn't bother looking for the necromancer's trail and headed straight to the Dark River crossing to the east. However, before they could get far, Diego could not hold back his anger, and if he was not in a hurry, he would even have the idea of returning to teach the smuggler a lesson.

"Mortvik, bastard!" He said with some annoyance. For in his sight, a line of fresh horseshoe prints was stretching clearly into the distance—it was evident that the leader of the thieves had also given the necromancer some convenience, at least a horse. These treacherous black marketeers are always good at speculating at both ends, and "not putting all their eggs in the same basket" is their undisputed rule.

Diego spurred the horse hard to make it run faster. He knew that if he grinded any more, the necromancer would probably run out of their palms.

They ran for more than two hours in one go, and after running for more than a hundred miles, the rolling dark river appeared in their field of vision.

It's a small pier. On the edge of the pier is a row of sturdy bollards, some with cables tied to them, some empty. A few small flat-bottomed ferries are located on the quayside, and at the berths next to them, several larger, medium-sized cargo ships are docked. Even though it was noon, the fog in the twilight forest still affected the area. A thick layer of mist hung over the dark river, dotted with reeds and cattails.

Diego and Masrae rushed straight to the docks, and by this time, they had no idea how to startle the snake. However, when they rushed to the edge of the dock, they found that the dock was in order, with coolies loading and unloading goods, and boatmen crossing the river. There are also talkative sailors, all of whom look orderly, as if no one has been here at all.

"Hey, man. Sue me, did anyone come from the west just now? Diego said as he walked over to one of the sailors closest to him. Between his fingers was a shiny gold coin with an alluring sheen.

The guy had a typical sailor's appearance and was covered in sunburn. Dark skin, legs spread widely. Sailors were never the masters of money - they spent it on drinking and finding women. A gold coin can call for a sumptuous meal even in the most exclusive hotels. Maybe with the money left, you can find a beautiful woman to spend a wonderful night. Thinking of this, the sailor couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked eagerly.

"Who?"

"A guy who stinks of corpses," Diego said, glancing over to the rest of the docks, "as far as I know." There are also some of his accomplices here, who also stink. ”

"Oh, you're talking about those people, I didn't really notice anyone coming, but I know they're there, I can take you there, they live some way from here, you know, no one wants to go near those stinking guys. It's so close to the Twilight Forest, many people speculate that they are the living dead from Raven Ridge. But I don't see it. Because those people are agile, they don't look like zombies with hard bodies at all. ”

Diego was a little surprised, because it was a bit different from what he thought, and it seemed that these people were not living corpses. Rather, they are living cursed cultists.

"Have you ever seen zombies?" Diego asked, somewhat surprised.

"Look at what you're saying, I'm not one of those hillbillies who haven't seen the world," said the sailor, smirking, his eyes narrowed as if he remembered the past, "I used to be a sailor on the Goddess of the Waves. Perennial runs the route between Stormwind and the town of the South Seas in the north, all the way to its reef in the Gulf of Baladine. Now this cargo ship is my fourth job, but it's too small, that is, running on inland waterways, not above the sea, and a hurricane can smash it to pieces......"

He said it with such enthusiasm that he had long forgotten what he was going to say, so much so that Diego had to remind him again.

"Zombies, talk about zombies." Diego interjected, the gold coin between his fingers swaying in front of the sailor as if inadvertently.

"Oh......" The sailor's eyes rolled several times with the gold coin, and he finally remembered the request of the employer in front of him, so he hurriedly said, "That's right, I've seen those horrible walking dead in the north of Nanhai Town before, and to be honest, it's a nightmare to see those zombies staggering towards you." ”

"North of Nanhai Town? Is it Tarummere? Diego was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the Forsaken have awakened and gained autonomy, why are there still unconscious zombies in that place? But now was not the time to dwell on this, as he tossed the gold directly at the sailors.

"Alright, take us there, this gold coin is yours." Diego said.

"Okay, you come with me. You can call me Mark Kire. The sailor said excitedly, and he turned and walked towards the south side of the pier.

Diego and Masrae jumped off their horses and followed him.

The Dark River is wide and gentle in this bandwidth. A short distance downstream, on the flat banks of the river, rows of humble shacks were the accommodation of sailors, ferrymen and dock workers. But it's daytime, and most people are working on the other side of the dock, so there are few people in sight here.

More than a hundred meters away from the shacks, Markquire stopped, he pointed to the southernmost row of shacks, and said: "The people you are looking for stay there, these guys are very strange, they rarely show up unless necessary, they sneak around all day." ”

I have to say that this is a clever ghost, and he can see that his employer is definitely not a friend of these people, so he will not move forward, so as not to be drawn into the conflict between the two sides. These days, a gold coin is not a satisfactory selling price.

"Is their shipment here too?" Diego finally asked.

"Yes, these people are useless even a dock worker, they unload the ship themselves, carry it themselves, keep a close eye on the goods, and do not let anyone come close."

"Alright, there's nothing to do here. Let's go. Diego waved his hand and motioned for him to leave, then walked with Masrae towards the shack.

The sailor took one last look at them, and then left contentedly with the gold coins. (To be continued.) )