The owner of the stone tower didn't keep them waiting, and after a few minutes, Diego heard a rush of footsteps coming from far and near. Then, the door of the stone tower was slammed open inward. A tall, strong middle-aged man appeared at the door.

The middle-aged man's head was covered with a single hair, but he had thick eyebrows and a beard, as if those hairs had just grown in the wrong place. He wore a black shirt with a low neckline, revealing the strong muscles inside and the thick chest hair on it. On each side of his belt was a short dagger, which hung in such a way that their bearers could pull out comfortably at any time.

The appearance of this thief leader is very ordinary, but it is completely devoid of the gloomy or cunning that thieves often have, and even looks a little rough, far from the image of a thief in Diego's impression.

"Praise the Light! Your Excellency Viscount Asnar, We are deeply honored to have your visit, Cravin? Motorvik is here to help. He saluted with some excitement.

At the first glance of his overjoyed expression, Dia knew it. Because Van Cleef had introduced this person in detail when he told him about the bull ghosts and snake gods around the Moon Creek Collar. This smuggler and black marketeer has a good reputation in the underworld, and he is a villain with a bottom line, and I have never heard of him doing anything bad that has no conscience. And he has been looking for an opportunity to wash his name, but there is no way.

"Praise forever! We ask for your forgiveness for our presumptuous. Diego responded.

"You can come at any time, as if you were in your own home," said Mortwick politely, turning and leading the way upstairs, "Please come with me." ”

For him, the nobleman's visit was nothing short of a surprise. You know, just before today, he had been worrying about how to get close to this nobleman, and he was even planning to look for the way to Van Cleeff - I heard that this guy had caught up with this lord. Now they are all mayors of a port town.

"Can he be trusted?" Walking behind the smuggler, Masrae whispered in an inaudible voice like a gnat.

"Perhaps." Diego said with some uncertainty, but he still decided to give the black marketeer a chance, as he also needed a way to get some of the much-needed supplies. There are too many materials needed for the reconstruction of Yuexi Ling, which is in ruins, and many things cannot be obtained through legal means. More importantly, he had to know if Moltwick could help him save some time to kill Stavein. Thinking of that beautiful priest girl. He felt a burning fire in his heart, wishing that he could put on his wings and fly to Crow Ridge now.

The group walked up the stairs to the top floor of the stone tower, which has only one room in the whole floor, so it is very spacious. They sat down at a long table. Mortvik warmly arranged for his men to serve hot chrysanthemum tea and some snacks.

It can be seen that the leader of the thieves still has some taste, because this tea is not fried with chrysanthemums, as its name suggests, but actually uses a peculiar herb, swift grass. This plant is often used by alchemists to make expensive alchemy potions, and is very rare. And because of the popularity of chrysanthemum tea among the aristocracy, the swift grass that entered Stormwind City was almost priceless, and each plant was fried at a sky-high price.

However, Diego and the two did not eat Hesse nonsense, and in an unfamiliar environment, they still had this vigilance.

"We're tracking down a necromancer, his name is Staven, I don't know if you've seen it?" Diego said straight to the point, time was of the essence, and he didn't want to waste it all in this place.

"Yes, I said who beat him so badly. It turned out to be you. Modvik exaggerated flattery, but to be honest, his rough appearance was not this piece of material, and it looked a little funny. This gloomy guy who has been gloomy all day has suffered such a big loss, what a joy! ”

"So, where did he go?" Diego didn't dwell on what deal the bald head had with Staven, and asked directly.

"He went east, in the direction of the Dark River, where we had a crossing. You know, it's for smuggling and stuff like that. Mortvik replied with some embarrassment, he glanced at Diego carefully, and found that the lord did not care, which made him feel a little calmer, which was a good sign, it seemed that the lord did not have much prejudice against those who lived in the dark.

He paused, but remembered something, and continued: "Recently, a shipload of cargo has arrived from the Twilight Forest, along with a number of guards, presumably Staven's men. ”

"Why? How do you know it's his guy? ”

"Because they all have that strong smell on them, you know, that smell that literally smokes the living to death, and I can't figure out how they can stand it."

Because those people are not living people at all. Diego thought to himself. He wasn't sure if the men were here to pick up Stavon or deliver to him, though.

"What did they deliver?"

"It's some potions and stuff, those people look nervous, and even the dock workers who didn't use me to unload the cargo were unloaded by themselves. They also used to send me some samples as well. Mortvik pulled out a small crystal bottle from a drawer behind him, filled with a gray-green pus-like liquid, "they called it Zangier's Touch. ”

Diego keenly felt the aura of evil and curse emanating from the bottle, which he had felt in the ghouls of the Death Mine and remembered it vividly. This discovery made him frown.

"Any questions?" Seeing Diego's face, Mortvik asked with some uncertainty, "Staven told me that this is a new type of poison that can be applied to daggers. ”

"If I were you, I would never open it, and I wouldn't die," said Diego, as if he were an enemy, "if you don't want to make yourself a ghost." ”

Startled, Moltvik glanced at Diego in disbelief, and finally decided that it would be better to believe it, because the latter had no reason to lie to him after all. He nudged along the table and pushed the hot potato over, "Okay, it's yours, I'm sure you'll get it, won't you?" ”

Diego carefully opened his palm and held the bottle firmly in his hand, and the next moment, the surging power of holy light burst out of his hand and poured into the crystal bottle.

The room suddenly resounded with the sound of "zez", like a pot of water poured on a blazing fire. Inside that small crystal bottle, the forces of light and darkness collided violently inside.

However, the vial of evil energy was completely unable to resist the power of the holy light that flowed from Diego's body, and with a cry of despair, a mixture of green evil energy and cursed evil spirit erupted like a volcano, splashing into the ceiling of this room, and then a large hole was broken in it, melting like snow into the midday sun. The few people who looked up and watched saw a terrifying skull faintly wrapped in this boiling energy.

There was a thud, the chair flipped over, and Mortvik fell to the floor on his back in horror, not moving for a long time.

Diego let go of his hand and tossed the empty crystal bottle on the table.

Just then, the door to the outer room was slammed open, and several of Mortvik's men rushed in with daggers and scimitars. Looking at the calm scene in the room, they were stunned for a moment. What's going on?

"It's okay, you all go out." Mortvik finally relented, and he blinked his sore eyes and said a little sluggishly. (To be continued.) )