They turned around and ran towards the entrance to the Royal Quarter, where Masrae, who had been running last, was now at the front. The Forsaken, who had been chasing after them from all directions, were caught off guard, and they forced them to kill their way out.

However, to Diego's surprise, the palace, which was supposed to be heavily guarded, was now undefended, and they rushed into it without any obstacles.

The group of them ran along the passage, which was only three or four meters wide, and the passage was flat, but had a slope that sloped downward. The Forsaken soon followed, and they didn't even have time to stop and catch their breath. As Diego ran, he fired a few shots behind him from time to time, knocking down a few unlucky ghosts who were chasing too close, buying time for themselves.

"Didn't the Dark Lady arrange guards for herself?" Bloodspear panted as he ran and asked, "Or is she confident that no one can hurt her?" ”

Diego didn't speak, and in fact, he couldn't figure it out, because along the way, he didn't see a single royal terror guard loyal to the Queen, the most powerful of the Forsaken.

"Could it be that the Dreadlord's plot has succeeded, and all the Royal Terror Guardians have been wiped out?" An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart - if the queen had been overthrown, then they would not even have the last way out!

Anxious, they ran along the narrow, dimly lit alley for a few minutes, and just as Diego's lungs were about to explode, their eyes suddenly lit up and they came to a huge rotunda.

The ceiling of the hall is illuminated by many elf-style chandeliers. On the walls of the surrounding area, there are inwardly recessed pointed vault niches every few distances, where the royal horror guards are on duty. In the center of the hall was a circular platform with four pillars on the edge, which was originally the office of Sylvanas, the king of banshees, to handle government affairs and receive envoys, but at this moment. The massive platform was empty, and Diego didn't see a sign of the Dark Lady there, except for a large crystal more than a man tall that scattered a dizzying pale glow at the edge of the platform.

"Damn, where have all the people gone?" Diego couldn't help but curse. An indescribable despair welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he almost collapsed.

But at this moment, the rough voice of the blood spear rang in his ears.

"What's next, man?"

"What should I do?" Diego muttered a repeat. He suddenly felt compelled to say something, though he didn't want to admit it. But they seem to have really reached the end of their rope.

"I'm so sorry I've led you all to a dead end," Diego looked up at his companions, everyone was looking at him, but Diego knew he didn't have time to go into a tirade, because they had almost heard the heavy footsteps of the abominants in the corridor, "but other than that, all I can say is: it's a great honor to fight alongside you!" ”

There was silence all around, but at this moment. The Night Elves yelled nonchalantly.

"Don't say these frustrating things yet, damn it, who's going to do me a favor and get Dezko off my back?"

"I'll come." The dwarf ran from the side, but Diego's knots were on the bear's back, and he couldn't reach them on tiptoe. The originally sad atmosphere was suddenly diluted by this comical scene.

"Forget it, I'll do it." Diego said helplessly. He freed the half-unconscious Dezko from the bear's back and carried him to a nearby alcove.

"Time is running out, I'll say a few words," Masrae stretched, freed from his shackles. Transfiguring back into the Night Elves, "As we all know, we Night Elves are almost immortal, in theory. We can live for 10,000 years or more, but in fact, few Night Elves live that long, and in the Battle of the Ancients and the Battle of Mount Hyjal, thousands of Night Elves gave their lives because it seemed to us. There are so many things in this world that are more worthy of our cherishing than immortal life, such as love, such as friendship, such as the continuation of the race, and when we have to face death in order to defend these treasures, the only thing we can do is ......"

He paused, then took a deep breath.

"Pull in more enemies to back us, the more the merrier!" He shouted almost through gritted teeth.

"I like to hear that!" The orc grinned with fangs, his eyes shining with bloodlust and madness, an ending that almost every orc wanted—to die with glory and glory, "Guys, I have only one request, to cut off my head when I die, I don't want to be reborn as a walking corpse!" ”

"Me too, the thought of being a human being, a ghost or a ghost wandering around the world, makes people shudder." The dwarf really couldn't help but shudder.

"Me too." Masrae nodded.

"Actually, that's what I want to say to you, maybe I'll die before you." Diego walked back and said with a smile.

At that moment, Guan Haifa jumped out of the corridor and let out a low roar at Diego.

"They're coming!" Diago said sternly.

He strode towards the high platform in the center of the hall, the most suitable place in the entire building for fire support, from which it was easy to see the approaching pursuers.

There is no better weapon in the world than the Death Gaze to seal this narrow corridor. When the pursuing Forsaken appeared at the bend in the corridor, thunderous gunfire echoed through the hall.

Orange gunfire flickered frequently in the hall, and the Forsaken who had chased in fell to the ground as soon as they showed their heads. It wasn't until a few of the abominants roared and charged that their ranks began to advance again.

At the exit of the corridor, the Druid Bear let out a wild roar and rushed forward with ferocity, colliding with the swarming abominations. In the narrow corridor, dwarves and orcs separated his left and right, stubbornly withstanding the onslaught of the abominations.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of gunshots, roars, shouts, and the sound of weapons hitting people filled the entire alleyway, and the only difference from the war of the living was that there were no screams mixed with these sounds, and there was very little blood on the ground. Because the withered and rotting bodies of the Forsaken no longer felt any pain, and the wounds that flowed from their wounds were no longer blood, but foul-smelling pus.

Just as they had withstood the onslaught of the Forsaken, thinking they had kept all their pursuers out of the hall, Diego suddenly shouted anxiously.

"Guys, back off! All backwards!" His voice was so poignant that it was almost hysterical.

I don't know why, but out of trust in his companion, Masrae did as he was told. As soon as they retreated, a ball of flame struck the ground and landed where they had just stood, and the orange magical fire burst violently, blasting a large crater out of the hard rock ground.

"Be careful, there's a mage!" Enraged by the mage hiding behind the crowd, Diego yelled. He got up on one knee and fired a shot down the mage between the gaps in the crowd. The bullet swooped down like a meteor, but it slammed into some kind of magical wall, the power of silver-white holy light and the lilac arcane brilliance in a fierce intermingling before disappearing into the air. The exhausted bullet fell to the ground with a clink.

"Damn mage!" Diego cursed angrily, and he rolled over, hiding behind a stone pillar on the edge of the platform. A barrage of bright blue arcane missiles flew past the pillar and smashed against the wall opposite the platform. (To be continued.) )