"Burn it up!" Windsor shouted at Masrae, "These beasts are afraid of fire! ”

"Don't, there's more than just wolves down there!" Diego stopped, and Windsol looked in the direction he was pointing, seeing a figure in the darkness in the distance, with metallic lights reflecting from that side.

"It's a gnoll." Diego explained that he took out several flares and loaded them into the pistol. Then a shot was fired into the distance. The hillside was as bright as day with a sudden burst of intense light, and the wolves were suddenly frightened by the blazing light they had never seen before. They whimpered and ran down the hill, returning to their messengers.

The adventurers finally saw the darkness in the distance. There were dark shadows everywhere, and the eyes of the jackals glowed with a green glow under the light of the flares, which was terrifying.

With a shrill shout, Diego saw the dark shadows rushing towards the hillside, and the wolves followed them like a tidal wave, looking down the hillside like a wriggling blanket on the ground, making the scalp tingle.

The few traps Diego had set up only flickered a few times before they were overwhelmed by the crowd.

Diego lay on the ground, shooting continuously, he didn't even need to aim carefully, he could hit the dense formation of the gnolls with his eyes closed.

However, this was not enough to stop the attack, as there were hundreds of gnolls charging down the mountain.

"It would be nice if Masona was here, we could have barbecue wolf skewers tomorrow morning." Masrae said nostalgically that the human mage had made a deep impression on him in the Stone Castle Fortress.

"Come on, show time, man!" Diego looked up at the Night Elf, it was time for him to show his skills.

"Can't you just be quiet for a while and let me hear the whole story?" Masrae complained dissatisfied, but between listening to the story and killing the gnoll, he chose the latter. He hatefully dropped the empty bottle in his hand, and then transformed into a giant bear, roaring and rushing down the mountain. To his left, a neatly draped Windthor clanged to the other side of the hill.

"The Light is with me!" With a shield on his left shoulder in a roar, Windsol charged into the enemy group. Layers of blood erupted on the shield, and no gnolls could block its blow, and no gnolls could retreat after being hit by it.

He swung around and swung his long sword, using it to make up for the lack of one-handed sword power, while also using this wide range of attacks to force back the countless attackers in front of him. A gnolll who failed to retreat in time desperately covered his head and face with his arms, only to have everything above his chest shattered by his shield.

Windsol charged back and forth in the crowd of jackals, and the gnolls behind him wanted to sneak up on him. But whenever Wendthor turned around and saw the shield dripping with blood and flesh, the only thing they did was run backwards without their lives. If they run too far, Windthor will drop them and charge at another group of enemies.

Not far from him, the Druid Bear was jolting back and forth among the gnolls, one after the other being knocked to the ground. To be honest, for him, it wasn't a close fight, but a one-sided slaughter. But at this moment, he felt a tingling pain on the side of his body, and he hurriedly shrank to the side, so that the stabbing blade could not continue to penetrate. His large claws slapped the assailant down with his bare hands, and the sound of flesh and bones cracking intertwined into an unpleasantly dull sound.

However, there was obviously more than one sneak attacker, and after a while, he felt several pains in his back crotch. He turned his head to see a skinny gnoll holding a green, venomous dagger, and looked at him in disbelief. It seems that he is still wondering why he has not been numbed by the poison.

This is a gnoll assassin, his skin tone is darker than that of his kind, and they usually hide behind and sneak attack, rarely joining the frontal battle. But the jackal who rushed straight up was no doubt a novice, and he didn't know where he was supposed to be, and he didn't know that the spider venom quenched on his dagger was too small for the giant bear's size, and it was less dangerous than a mosquito bite.

Just as Masrae was about to pounce on the gnoll to give it a paw, a hot object grazed his round ear, slapping the gnoll all over the face. He was startled, but he knew it was Diego's. Looking up, he saw that the hunters on the hillside were "banging and banging".

"It's going to die." Big Bear muttered, but at the same time he saw a gnoll climbing up the side of the hill to the top.

"Hey, be careful, buddy!" The druid roared and rushed there. Before he was halfway up the mountain, the gnoll crashed off the top of the mountain as if he had been hit head-on.

Masrae turned around and charged towards the nearest gnoll, but as soon as he moved, he heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit the brute.

The gnoll shook it, but was still standing in place. He lowered his head to see the bullet that had shot into his body, but all he could see was a hole in his chest.

He stuck a finger into the hole, tried in vain to stop the gushing blood, and then let out a scream and fell to the ground dead.

Masrae sat on the ground angrily and glared at the top of the slope: "Hey, buddy, don't let people have a good time!" ”

However, on this side-down battlefield, it seemed that in an instant, the tactics of the jackals suddenly changed radically. The situation has changed.

I don't know when the gnolls seem to have been blessed with bloodthirsty magic and completely lost their minds. No longer fearful, no longer fleeing, but reflexively rushing towards the mountain. Even though Windsol stood still like a reef in the tide, the gnolls rushed in front of him with an almost deathly rhythm, and he chopped them to the ground and smashed them into meatloaf.

Masrae finally got his temper at last, and he fought among the gnolls in a row, but he was gradually oppressed back. This made the Night Elves embarrassed and indignant, when did these notoriously scumbags become so fierce? The stubbornness in the young druid's bones was completely aroused, but the more he did not believe in evil, the more he wanted to suppress it, but he could not rush up. The gnolls didn't give him the distance to charge at all, and their attacks were like tidal waves, wave after wave, and every time he struck a few gnolls and cleared a clearing, there were always piles of gnolls who pounced on him to intercept him, and squeezed him back. They didn't seem to be intending to do any harm to the bear, but simply dragged him where he was.

To be honest, this scene can no longer be described in two words: it is tragic to say that it was sent to them to kill. However, in the midst of this death-like insistence, a jackal finally rushed to the top of the slope from the two people who were completely contained. The numerical advantage was finally fully exploited by them.

Diego even had to send Guanhaifa, who was guarding the mounts and supplies, to support Wendsol and Masrae. However, this is also a drop in the bucket, and the red-eyed gnolls are only separated from one group to entangle with the big cats, and the others continue to climb to the top of the mountain.

The barrels of Diego's guns on the top of the slope were hot and red, but that wasn't enough to stop the gnolls from getting closer. He raised his rifle and sent a volley of hammer-wielding gnolls into the air, then turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again.

The gnoll had rushed in front of him, and Diego could even see the black spots on his brown-yellow fur, a gnoll brute, about seven feet tall, which was the largest among humans. He carried a single-headed flail in his hand, but the hammer looked like the skull of some kind of creature, glowing white in the night.

When he saw the muzzle of the black hole aiming at him, the gnoll man was immediately frightened. As soon as his legs went limp, he knelt down directly. However, this action saved his life, as the bullet fired from the muzzle grazed the top of his head, punching a large hole in the chest of the other gnoll who followed him.

Diego lowered the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again. Before that, however, a depleted magazine popped out of the magazine with a "ding". Diego almost snapped his eyes out.

"Shit, what a time!" He scolded in his heart. For the first time, he began to complain that the ammunition capacity of the M1 rifle was too small.

Although the desperate gnollet did not understand what was happening, he was still keenly aware that this was his last chance. He shuddered to his feet and swooped at Diego with his flail.

Diego was a little surprised when he ran out of bullets, but when the jackal pounced, he still stabbed it in front of Lisso, and poked it in the cold—he was ready for hand-to-hand combat, and hung up his bayonet. Although his hand-to-hand combat ability is average, it is compared to humans or orcs, and among the weak chickens like jackals, he is already quite good.

He jumped backwards, then picked up his rifle and used the butt of his rifle to burst the brains of a gnoll who had rushed up to fish. At the same time, he pulled out a full magazine and filled it into the magazine.

After a pause of several tens of seconds, the roar of the M1 rifle resounded again at the top of the slope. This also reassured Masrae and Windsol, who had been worried.

However, Diego was a little depressed, looking at the gnolls who rushed forward one after another, he wondered in his heart: Is this still those lazy and stupid gnolls? Not even the most fanatical orcs could be so ferocious and fearless!

He continued to shoot like a vent, and the gnolls who rushed up were finally crushed down the hill by the fierce fire. He breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out another full magazine, and filled it into the magazine.

At that moment, he heard what seemed to be movement behind him. "It's broken!" He snapped around, and saw a couple of skinny gnolls emerging from the tent, carrying Windsor's purse, the one containing the dragon's slate!

He raised his hand, and the "bang" was a shot, and the gnoll who was running in front took to the air and fell out of the pit.

He fired a second shot, and another gnolla tumbled down the hill.

But by this time the rest of the gnolls had climbed over the edge of the pit and were running down the slope.

"Stop them, Masrae!" Diego shouted at the bottom of the mountain, "They stole the slate!" ”

He raised his gun and shot one of the two remaining gnolls, but as he aimed at the last one, the gnolls suddenly stomped into the air and fell to the ground, but this allowed him to dodge the deadly bullet. Before Diego could shoot again, the lucky gnoll rolled over a ridge of dirt and disappeared into the darkness

Diego fired a shot into the darkness in anger and ran down the hill with his gun in hand. In front of him, Masrae, who had transformed into a cheetah, finally fought his way out of the crowd and chased after him like a gust of wind.

At this moment, in the darkness in the distance, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded. As if in amnesty, the jackals who were still desperately alive just now scattered in a hurry and fled in all directions. Almost in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Wendthor was stunned for a moment. They all thought that these gnolls were stupid, but now it seems that the opposite is true, they are, and they are all fooled by these so-called "fools".

A few seconds later, he woke up from a dream and chased after Diego in a rage, but he didn't run fast, and the thick plate armor was slowing him down.

The gnolls were fast, and by the time Diego reached the bottom of the slope, he was almost at the edge of the forest. However, by the time Diego reached the front of the forest, he was nowhere to be seen.

Diego hesitated and rushed in.

Without these two stone tablets, it would be impossible to make the she-dragon manifest in its original form, in that case, no matter what Wendthor said, no one would believe it, their hard work during this time would be in vain, and more importantly, there would be no hope for the kingdom of Stormwind again.

Diego was running at high speed in the dense jungle, and the branches of the trees whipped at him from time to time, and the blow was painful.

He tried to keep his eyes open and look around, but everywhere he looked, it was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He drew his pistol and fired a shot into the air, but as soon as the flare came out of the muzzle, it hit the branch above his head and bounced back, almost hitting him on the head.

However, the flare that fell to the ground was still burning hot, illuminating the place somewhat.

He saw a dark shadow flash not far in front of him, and he immediately raised his gun, but a thick pine tree on the other side blocked his shot. Yago lowered his body and chased after the cat.

As he was about to go around the tree, a large figure suddenly turned out from behind the tree.