I chased the tail today, and the front face of the car was smashed......

I have to say, the car accident is so hilarious, so exciting, so that I still have a swaying heart, my soul can't give up, I can't calm down to code words......

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"Stay away from that corpse, the plague above will be contagious!" Diego hurriedly warned.

The dwarves were startled, and they took a neat step back to get away from the corpse. They had also heard of the plague of natural disasters that had occurred in the northern kingdom of Lordaeron, and they knew how terrifying it was.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the darkness ahead, as if someone was eating, and the chewing sound of the teeth moving was creepy in the darkness.

Diego wanted to get closer to observe, but he trampled on something with a "creak" under his feet. He looked down and saw half a fist-sized corpse maggot writhing beneath his feet.

Diego shuddered and hurriedly moved his feet away. He realized that the front was not safe, and perhaps he should have been more cautious. He pulled his pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the darkness ahead.

With a scream, a flare flew into the sky, and the violently burning metal powder instantly illuminated the cave. Diego and the others finally know what happened in this abandoned mine.

Not far in front of them, a group of people were crouching on the ground, their heads facing in a circle, as if they were eating something. From time to time, someone reached out and gouged a few times in the circle.

As flares slashed over their heads, the men staggered to their feet. Turn this way.

In that moment, Diego felt as if he had seen hell.

It was a group of living corpses covered in flesh and shards of internal organs, not as dry as skeletons. It's not as clumsy as a zombie, and although it also staggers along, it's not slow at all.

The living corpses were ragged and hung in tatters like strips of cloth. Almost everyone had a huge wound on their body, revealing flesh that had been scratched by some sharp object, and in some places even the bones could be seen. But even more terrifying is their faces: greasy, filthy hair sticking to their skulls. Their facial features were almost rotten into several black holes, whether it was the eyeballs, the nose or the lips. They were all gone, leaving behind a few white maggots writhing, greedily devouring flesh.

Their teeth become huge and jagged. The palms of both hands bulged into sharp claws. If you are scratched by them, there will be no other end except for the skin and flesh.

"It's a ghoul!" Blom shouted.

No matter what kind of creature it is, after it decays into such a state, it should be dead and can no longer die. But Diego knows there's another nefarious way to get them back on their feet. That's -- spiritism.

He looked up into the depths of the dark cave, where he was almost certain that there must be a necromancer lurking inside.

The dwarves stepped back in some panic - few could make the dwarves so afraid, indeed. Ghouls' threat to dwarves doesn't lie in their combat effectiveness, because any dwarf is not a problem to single out three or four ghouls. The problem is that the dead gangrene and parasites they carry can be infected with deadly diseases at the slightest touch.

Blom looked back at Diego with some embarrassment. He thought that he had come down to protect the lord this time, but now it seems that the truth is exactly the opposite. This made him deeply ashamed.

"Leave it to me." Diego said decisively. He pulled out a magazine full of flares from his pocket. Swap it in. For plagues, flame burning is often the best solution. The Light is more effective, but it is too extravagant.

"Tree Shield!" Blom commanded loudly. The dwarves lifted their heavy shields and thrust the tips below into the earth.

In the blink of an eye, a wall of shields appeared in front of Diego. He picked up his gun and aimed it above the dwarves' heads. In fact, he didn't have to put too much effort into aiming, and at this distance, he could hit with his eyes closed.

In the next moment, a deafening muffled sound of gunfire rang out through the cave. Well, now everyone in the cave, friend or foe, knew someone was coming, though that wasn't what Diego wanted.

The blazing flame projectile streaked through the air in a short trajectory, hitting the ghoul at the front. The creature's rotting and purulent flesh apparently couldn't stop the bullet from penetrating, and the bullet laced with the powder of the lava core didn't burst until it entered the ghoul's body behind him.

Like a lotus of flame blooming in the tunnel, the splatters of powder burst out from the living corpse, burning violently in the air, and even the flesh and blood that flew with them seemed to be ignited, and the surrounding monsters were enveloped in fire like fireworks.

The ghouls, ignited by the magic powder, were on fire and scurrying around like headless flies. *'s flesh squeaked and burned, emitting a thick scorching stench.

Diego didn't know if the undead creatures still felt pain, but he could hear the monsters hissing in the fire. The voice was full of panic and despair.

But Diego didn't have the slightest sympathy, even though these living corpses were his kind not so long ago. He shot after shot until he lit all the ghouls into humanoid candles.

Unlike in the wilderness, the effect of the flame bomb in the tunnel is surprisingly good, as an elemental material, the burning of the lava core does not require oxygen, and in the confined space, the heat cannot be spread quickly, and the accumulated heat causes the quartz rocks on the cave walls to liquefy and flow.

Looking through the twisted and undulating air, the sea of fire radiated a fiery glow as dazzling as the sun when viewed from a distance. Diego had to push the goggles up to his forehead so as not to burn his eyes.

The dwarves and night elves had already narrowed their pupils into a line to adapt to the drastic changes in light and darkness. They had to retreat far back to avoid the scorching heat.

The fire burned for more than half an hour before it gradually went out, and it took about the same amount of time for the reddish rock face to cool down completely. Diego didn't dare to extinguish the fire with ice bombs like he had at Westspring Fortress, because he wasn't sure if the mine would collapse due to the violent thermal expansion and contraction. What's more, if the burning time is too short, will the plague carried on those corpses remain?

Diego and his party were startled when the walls of the cave in front of them had completely cooled down - an entire section of more than thirty meters of tunnel was covered with a smooth glaze-like glaze, and it looked strange and colorful under the light of the torches lit by Blom.

The group walked cautiously on the smooth ground, with Diego being the slowest to walk. For the dwarves were stubby enough to keep them on their feet, and Masrae simply formed a panther and jumped along with Guan Haifa - the advantage of four legs was on full display in this place.

They didn't find any traces of ghouls along the way, not even a single piece of debris. If the plague survived, Diego would have to retreat.

They sighed and moved on. The humidity in the air was getting thicker, and even Diego felt it.

After finally passing through an archway, a large subterranean space appeared in front of them. (To be continued)