The dust still permeated the vast cavern, and the glimmer of the ghost mushroom was even darker because of it, and after what seemed like a century, the collapse finally stopped.

Before one could see the mountain-like pile of rocks, gunshots erupted, shattering the brief silence in the sewers. The gunfire flickered in the thick dust, and Diego blasted the brains of a sneaking obsessed Forsaken with a single shot.

"Masrae, Nazaire on your back, we have to go." Diego shouted, waking the dazed Night Elves from the shock of losing their souls.

"Find Dezko and take him with you." The orc looked up with difficulty and pleaded to Diego. But in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that even without this rock collapse, the Minotaur's previous injuries would have been fatal enough, and he would not have survived.

Masremer silently carried the orc on his back, and the latter's injuries were so severe that he could not even struggle. The blood spear pressed into his eyes, trying to suppress the tears in his eyes, the hardened orcs never allowed themselves to show their inner fragility to others, even their friends.

Diego gritted his teeth and strode to the front. One of the Forsaken screamed out of the smoke with a knife in hand, but the next moment he was knocked back by the oncoming bullets.

Diego held his gun and kept firing. No one could stop the enraged human, who pulled the trigger violently, as if to launch the fury in his heart out of the barrel of the gun. For a moment, he wished he was holding a rocket launcher instead of a rifle, and for the first time, he began to resent the lack of power of the death gaze.

"Dog mongrel!" He roared, knocking another enemy to the ground. Even a thick shield could not withstand the bullet onslaught of the death gaze.

In order to avoid Sekikaifa, who was interspersed with enemy groups, he always aimed his shots at the enemy's chest. Orange gunfire lit up again and again in the dimly lit sewers, and everywhere they passed, there were severed limbs and stumps.

He strode forward. The muzzle of the gun jumped up again and again, and the enemy who was hit by such a large-caliber bullet was often directly torn apart. When the Forsaken pounced on him with a weapon brandished. He didn't even retreat, shooting almost with a bayonet at the enemy's body, and even the most reflexing Forsaken had no time to dodge.

In the intermittent sound of gunfire, he heard a burst of shouts coming from the end of the sewers. Obviously, their time is running out, and they must do everything they can to get out of here. He gritted his teeth, no longer dodging the Forsaken. One of the Forsaken frantically hurled his scimitar at him, but Diego didn't even blink an eye, allowing it to stab himself in the chest, but the leather armor made of dragon skin blocked the attack. He turned his gun and fired the Forsaken in two.

He raised the blade of his gun, and with a ferocious provocation, stabbed the Forsaken at another lunging in front of him. But the attack was not fatal to the Forsaken, who struggled with his bayonet and slashed Diego in the right shoulder. The unfavorable angle consumed most of the attacker's strength, and the scimitar did not cut through Diego's dragonskin shoulder armor, but the pain caused by the violent impact was painful to the heart and lungs.

He snorted, suppressed the excruciating pain, and pulled the trigger hard, blasting a large hole in the chest of the living dead. The Forsaken let out a bitter roar. Diego pushed the butt of his rifle so hard that he almost stabbed half of the musket through his shattered body. There was a soft click in his throat, and he finally hung his head. Never move again.

He was so close to the Forsaken that Diego didn't even have time to pull the gun out of the corpse. However, he had no intention of pulling it out, but strode forward with the corpse and continued to shoot. Driving the Forsaken like a flock of sheep, the Forsaken are constantly retreating.

Although Haifa was about protecting the flanks, there were still attacks that fell on him from time to time. Even with the protection of the dragonskin armor, it could not prevent the blade from piercing through the cracks in the armor, and the wounds on his body began to increase, and blood flowed from the wounds, staining the battle robe red. But Diego had no intention of stopping. He was like a steel cast, killing ruthlessly and mercilessly, exchanging injuries for life.

Even though they have experienced death, even if they have become indifferent to life, these forsaken people are still defeated and crushed in the face of this fierce human being. He was more of a furious orc than a human at the moment, and his instincts for battle and bloodlust took over almost all of his mind.

Diego didn't know how many shots he fired in one go, he only felt that his wrists had been shattered, until a whole full magazine of 100 rounds was exhausted, the bolt made a soft click, and when the empty compartment hung up, he found that there was no longer a standing enemy in front of him, and dozens of meters in front of him, the entrance to the sewer was in sight.

He looked back and saw that the sewers behind him were littered with broken corpses and broken limbs. Five or six paces behind him, Masrae, with the orcs on his back, was looking at him with some fear.

"Come with me, it's not safe here." He said coldly.

……

Oresardo, the owner of the Blue Moon grocery store? Lukka watched with concern as another group of Royal Terror Guards swarmed out of the Royal Quarter, heading towards the east side of the city. That, he remembered, was the direction the strange team was heading today. He had a hunch that the previous shaking of the earth had something to do with them.

"Hope you don't implicate me." He pleaded with some melancholy as he cleaned up the leftovers left by the last guest.

As if the prayer had been answered, the next moment, the canal in front of the grocery store suddenly burst into a splash, and a ** orc came up from the water and fell to the shore with a "pop". He appeared to be unconscious, crawling motionless on the ground.

Before he could walk up to see what was going on, another figure jumped out of the water, this time a human. To his astonishment, the river shook violently again, and a seal jumped straight up from the water. Before he could figure out how there could be a seal in the sewers of the Undercity, the seal rolled over and transformed into a Night Elf in the air.

He recognized them at once—such a peculiar combination of races was hard to forget. He patiently watched the water, waiting for the minotaur to jump out of the water, but he didn't see them until they came to him.

"We need an explanation." The human sat drenched on the stool in front of him, a musket resting on the table, the muzzle of the black hole pointed at the grocery store owner, intentionally or unintentionally.

Lukka saw his hand pressed against the trigger of the musket. He knew that if his answer didn't satisfy the human, he would be doomed.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked around, and most of the adjacent shops were closed, and the entire street was empty.

"Don't look, we've been in the water for hours to wait for people to leave." The human spoke calmly, but the grocery store owner keenly heard the anger hidden beneath the calm voice, like the calm before a storm.

At a table next to them, the Night Elves were treating the dying orcs, and even with the strength of the orcs, such a heavy injury was quite difficult for him.

"It's none of my business, in fact, the old man was only found this morning, and I don't know him at all. But he said he knew something about you, and it seemed to be true, and it didn't sound like a fake, so I asked Lucian to go to you. Lukka whispered hurriedly, lest if he spoke slowly, the impatient human would shoot at him, he thought for a moment, and added, "Lucien can testify." ”

The human didn't speak, but stared at him with blazing eyes, his fingers tapping on the trigger guard. Lukka hung his head nervously, nervously as if waiting for the judge's death sentence. But a few minutes passed, and he finally heard the human speak again.

"I believe in you." Humans said.

Lukka felt his hanging heart finally snap back into his chest. For a man who has died once, the feeling is nothing short of miraculous - his heart has been rotten for years, and even the best embalming fluid can't stop it from turning into a pile of rotten meat.

"But you have to do us a favor, we need to get out of the city." The human paused, and said again. He spoke in a pleading tone, but Lukka knew that he had no right to refuse, but it wasn't difficult, especially for a grocery store owner in the Undercity.

"I know of a smuggling route, and a lot of my goods are brought in through Guò." Lukka replied quickly. The sooner these people leave, the less trouble they will cause for themselves.

"Where?"

"To the west of the city, it's an abandoned sewer that leads to an abandoned watchtower in the Tirisfa Forest."

Diego nodded, he also knew the passage, because in his previous life, when the Alliance players tried to kill Sylvanas, most of them chose to take this path.

He turned his head and saw that the treated orc's breathing had calmed down, and he looked much better, at least his green skin was no longer the color of rotten leaves.

"How much longer can he hold out?"

"It didn't last long, his injuries were very serious, and he had to be thoroughly treated and recuperate for a long time because of the dirty water in the canal." The Night Elf said worriedly.

"He'll be fine, I promise." The human nodded and said to him. (To be continued.) )