Diego finally retreated into the corridor before the Scourge soldiers could catch up with him.

The crappy array of the undead scourge had managed to expel had no effect at all, like a raging tide crashing into an embankment, and although the momentum was terrifying, they still had to drain downstream through a narrow gate.

The corridor is about three meters wide and can only accommodate up to four people next to each other. Several Cataclysmic soldiers who were facing the entrance of the corridor rushed straight in without hesitation. But the next moment, with a deafening roar, faster than the speed of rushing in, several humanoid fireballs hissed and flew out of the corridor again.

Before the undead soldiers outside could understand what was happening, another bullet shot out of the corridor and blasted into the dense ranks of soldiers, bursting into a brilliant flower of death, igniting more undead.

There was a commotion among the undead soldiers, and they scattered in all directions, out of fear of light and fire, and for a while, no one dared to rush into the tunnel and continue the pursuit.

After more than ten embarrassing seconds, with a rumbling sound of footsteps, a team of undead scourge with a different kind of undead came out in the crowd that separated to both sides like a tide.

These undead scourge still retained their original appearance, and despite their pale skin and eyes that sparkled with evil light, they were at least intact, not rotting in skin and bones like zombies and skeletons, nor hunched like ghouls, but tall and straight like cedars.

Their bodies were wrapped in black, sturdy armor several inches thick, revealing only ice-blue eyes that dripped. Their weapons consisted mostly of heavy greatswords and battle axes, and the blue runes inscribed on them made them frosty and chilling.

It was a small group of death knights, and although there were only five of them, and although they did not ride the death horses, they were still as majestic as kings, and they marched awe-inspiring and stood proudly above all people, just as their creed - "We oppress all beings!" ”

Unable to resist the sense of oppression that seemed to be in their bodies, the undead scourge around them all bowed their heads and offered their submissions to them.

They passed the crowd and walked proudly into the corridor. A scorching flame projectile flew in from afar, only to be slashed by the heavy sword in the hand of the Death Knight at the front. Inside the exploding warhead, the powder of the lava core scattered towards the stars in all directions, but the elemental fire that had just been released was not fully bloomed before it was blown out by a bitter cold wind.

At the back of the retreating intruders, Diego frowned unnoticed. He had sensed that these Death Knights were far more powerful than he had ever imagined, far more powerful than the average undead soldier he had seen before.

He pulled out a few explosive traps, threw them on the ground, and then turned to chase after his companions. In his opinion, the Death Knights are not known for their speed, and they can rarely catch up with others without the Skeletal Warhorse - their thick and sturdy weapons and armor are simply too heavy!

They made their way through the still burning dissection room to the library. Surprisingly, they didn't see the dwarf Brian here.

"Look for it, see where this guy has gone!" Diego shouted a little anxiously. Seeing that he was about to escape, there was no one missing, what a hell!

It's easy for everyone to find. They searched through rows and rows of bookshelves, between cramped cubicles, and even the low stools were turned over to look at them, though they couldn't fit even a slightly larger kettle underneath.

Just as they were about to despair, the orc blood spear suddenly shouted above the high platform.

"Hey, found it, he's here!" He pointed out to the hollowed-out arch.

Although he didn't know what Brian was doing, Diego felt a wave of joy from the bottom of his heart.

Time is running out, and the Death Knights are about to catch up. They hurried up the steps and toward the flying bridge.

On the bridge, the dwarf Brian was standing alone in the middle of the bridge, holding a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other, looking indifferently at his retreating companions.

Something is wrong! Diego looked at the expressionless dwarf with some doubts, he had never seen Brian face to himself with such a face, in his impression, this dwarf was always so enthusiastic and bold, even if he offended him, he would not hold it in his heart, but just say it directly, instead of being so yin and yang, lukewarm.

"Hey, man, are you done?" Even as he hesitated, the orcs had already run towards the dwarf.

"Wait, don't go there!" Diego shouted, trying to stop the orcs first. If there is no problem with the dwarf, forget it, invite him to a drink and apologize sincerely, but if there is a problem, such as the dwarf hammering the blood spear, then it will be too late to say anything.

In fact, he shouted late, but not too late—the orc stopped more than ten yards from Brian, turned his head in confusion, and looked at Diego with a look of confusion and confusion. Then, he saw his companions' faces change dramatically.

Just behind him, the dwarf raised his shield and slammed into the half-sideways orc.

In the next second, the two people collided fiercely through the shield, and the unsuspecting orc let out a muffled snort of "uh", and was knocked out of the way.

Perhaps the dwarf did it on purpose, and instead of falling backwards, the orc was knocked off the bridge and down the lower hall. There, the dense mass of undead soldiers had long since been awakened by the tremendous movement emanating from the bridge, staring at the falling orc like bloodthirsty piranhas, waiting to tear him to pieces.

At the blink of an eye, the Minotaur Shaman lunged forward with a single lunge, then threw himself down on the edge of the bridge, grabbing the orc's wrist.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But the orc fell so fast that Dezko was dragged off the bridge by him, and he was about to fall. However, it was his first rescue that bought everyone time, and Hefman, who reacted, and several soldiers rushed over and grabbed his legs, uh, and tail.

"Don't pull my tail, I'm about to be broken!" The Minotaur let out a scream.

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"Damn it, Brian, what are you crazy about!" Masrae shouted in exasperation. He transformed into a giant bear as fast as he could, blocking the dwarves who were still trying to pounce on Dezko. The two of them were in a ball of ping-pong.

However, he soon fell behind, because after all, he could not be ruthless to the dwarves, but Brian was not relentless at all, as if facing a mortal enemy, he slammed at his vital point.

"What a hell, Diego, don't stand stupid, do something!" After being smothered in the face by the shield again, the druid roared in anger.

Not far behind him, Diego, who had been "standing" stupidly, finally found some clues: the dwarf was salivating, his expression was blank, his eyes couldn't see the pupils at all, and he was completely white with two white balls, and his movements were much stiffer than before, as if the body contained not himself, but another soul.

Diego vaguely understood what was going on. He plucked the deed from his waist and flipped to the page where the spell "Sensing Evil" was recorded.

"Under the holy light, all evil cannot be hidden!" Diego chanted the prayer aloud and then activated the spell stored in the pact.

A soft light lit up in the hall, shining on the dwarf.

The dwarf, who was still attacking frantically, let out a scream and jerked back, as if trying to hide in the darkness behind him. But it was too late, and a blinding red light like blood filtered out of his body, making him look like he was bathed in blood.