When Masrae climbed over a small dirt slope, he saw the wide beach of the dark river. Unlike the small pier to the north, with its neat trestles and edges, this muddy tidal flat is overgrown with reeds and cattails, and the water is so shallow that boats with a slightly deeper draft can't even get to shore.

Masrae gasped and scanned the riverbank, but it looked like there was no one. But the reeds and cattails grew so luxuriantly that he wasn't sure if he had missed anything.

His eyes swept over and over the river, but always found nothing. Just when he thought he was too late, and the necromancer had already crossed the river to leave, he suddenly noticed a reed swinging behind it, as if a cattail was shaking, and after a few seconds, he saw the aquatic plants parting on both sides, and a small punt sliding into the river.

"There!" Masrae shouted and rushed to the river, where the boat was on the edge of the reeds and was about to leave the tidal flats.

"Haha, don't you want to escape my claws!" Masrae scurried across the muddy mudflats, leaving behind a series of shallow paw prints. The moment he left the flat, he leapt to his feet and tried to grab the side of the ship in front of him, but he missed it a few yards.

The boat rowed past the tips of his claws, sliding like an arrow into the middle of the river. The cheetah screamed and plunged into the river, which drowned his head mercilessly, but with a splash of water, the night elf who had turned back into a human form stood up from the water. He was embarrassed to find that the water was so deep that he could easily drown the cheetah he had become, but it was also so shallow that the seal he had turned into couldn't swim in it—in short, he couldn't catch up with the boat.

Just then, Diego finally arrived. Seeing this scene, Diego picked up his gun without hesitation and started shooting.

Diego fired several shots, the bullets whizzing over Masrae's head, splashing in the water, and Masrae could even hear the muffled sound of bullets entering the wooden boat. But the billowing mist rolled over. Covering the trail of the boat that had rowed away. Tranquility was restored on the surface of the river.

Diego looked at the white mist in front of him, and was a little stunned. He swore he'd been shot at least twice, but the necromancer acted like no one. He pushed the boat away from the riverbank.

"It's all my fault, it's me running too slowly." Masrae walked down the hill with his head downcast, apologetically.

"No one blames me, I hit him, but he still rowed the boat fast. What else can we do? Diego reassured.

He glanced through the reeds, and according to the confessions of the Cursed Cultists, they had only hidden a small boat here. It seemed that if they wanted to cross the river, they would go to the pier to the north.

In fact, after the strange scene just now, Diego had a vague idea in his heart, he thought that he might already know where Stavin was going to flee. Because he was so badly injured, he would not have survived as a human being, and this necromancer must have maintained his vitality through some kind of secret method, as far as Diego knew. For necromancers, there is almost no one way to do this, and that is to transform into the necromancer's ultimate form, the Lich!

However, this kind of secret technique of transforming into a lich is very complicated, and the transformation circle, guide, and spell casting materials are all indispensable, and it is impossible for Staven, who is being pursued by Diego closely, to have time to complete all this qiē, and he is more likely to have carried out the first half of this transformation, turning himself into some kind of half-dead state, so that he can not be afraid of the damage on the **. But this state could not be maintained for long, and he had to travel to some secret place to finally complete the transformation ritual.

That place, there would be no other choice but Raven Ridge.

"Let's go." Diego patted the Night Elf on the shoulder. Said.

They returned to the place where they had fought. Diego discovers that the fire on the plague crates has ignited the ruins of the shack, burning it to the ground.

Diego didn't say anything about the Cursed Cultists, and to be honest, these foolish cult members didn't matter at all, and it was a waste of time to work on them.

"You're free," before leaving. "But you'd better not go back to Raven Ridge, for you have betrayed your master, and you won't have any good fruit to eat when you return." ”

His words were clearly in the minds of the captives, who bowed their heads in frustration, not knowing what to do.

"Noble lord, where else can we go? We were originally residents of Raven Ridge, but after the haunting began there, we had to join the Cursed Cult to at least live a few more days. An honest-looking Cursed Cultist walked up and said sadly.

"You can wait a few days at the docks, maybe you'll wait for some good news." Diego said vaguely that he couldn't tell them plainly, the lord of Raven Ridge was coming back soon, and the news would leak out.

They mounted their horses and galloped to the dock to the north.

This time they weren't in as much of a hurry as they had come, and Diego knew that once they crossed the river and reached the Twilight Forest, it wouldn't be so easy to track. But now that they knew that their prey was going there, they didn't need to go so much trouble - they just went straight to Raven Ridge to meet Brother Samuel and his party. The thought of the priest girl made Diego's heart feel a fire. The whip in his hand struck the horse much faster.

They found a larger, flat-bottomed ferry at a small pier. Because they had two horses and a yellow leopard, they couldn't be planted in an ordinary boat. Diego had to pay three more for the ship.

The boatman propped up the penny and pushed the boat away from the dock. At this time, the sky was approaching dusk, and the dark river in front of me was wide and gentle. On the other side, the river bank is steeper, and on the other side of the pier there is a winding path that runs upwards, and there are shining wind lanterns every few minutes. This is a sight peculiar to the Twilight Forest, as the weather in this area is affected by the magical energy that leaks from the Tower of Karazhan, and every day is foggy and eerie. Without enough lighting, pedestrians can't see the road ahead, even at noon, when the sun is at its strongest.

But once upon a time, the Twilight Forest wasn't like this, it was once a stretch of farms and forests, and there was no shortage of sun-drenched resorts. This fertile land produces a variety of bright flowers, juicy fruits, and fungi and herbs endemic to the forest. Almost all of Stormwind is supplied with fruit produced here, and some of the dried fruits that can be stored for a long time are even exported to the kingdom of Lordaeron in the north.

But since more than twenty years ago, when the Guardian Takarazan of the East lost control, the magical energy leaking from there has changed the place, and it has infiltrated and polluted the place much more strictly than expected. Strange things are starting to happen in the land, the undead are resurrected, werewolves are rampant, and even the ogres who survived the orc wars have taken over the Vorgur Mountains in the south, causing evil everywhere. Now, in the entire Twilight Forest region, only the easternmost town of Nightlight is barely at peace, and its defenders, the Night's Watch troops, struggle against the monsters that try to get their hands on it.

The ferry sailed slowly across the water, and the banks of the twilight forest drew closer. Looking at the dim light on the side of the road in the distance, an eerie and depressing feeling gradually rose from the bottom of my heart. Diego suddenly had an ominous premonition that in the deep darkness ahead, it was not necessarily victory and love that greeted him.

He scratched his head, suddenly hesitating a little about the adventure.

Just then, the ferry gently hit the wooden stack on the shore and stopped.

"What will happen?" He thought to himself, and then led his horse off the ferry and set foot on this dark place. (To be continued.) )