Diego crouched quietly on top of the towering tower in the corner of the castle, looking beyond the small square in front of the castle and looking into the distance. From this direction, you can see the main street facing the castle gate. If the Crusaders attacked the Gate, this was the only way they could spread their forces.

I have to say that if you put aside the question of self-trapping, the position that Tylan chose for them is simply impregnable. After several wars, the granite fortress was repeatedly reinforced, and its walls could not be broken by even the heaviest rushing vehicles. Aside from the main gate and a few small window holes, the castle has almost no access points, and in fact, from the outside, it looks like a huge square block of stone, with no place to speak.

"Hey, Diego!" Just then, Diego heard his name being called. He poked his head out and saw Tyran? Fording was standing in the walkway between the two towers on the roof, waving at him.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a low voice.

"Need something to eat? After a while, we may not be able to eat for a long time! He held up a piece of bacon in his hand and shook it, limited to the difficult supplies of the Scarlet Crusaders, there was very little meat to see in the Valley of the Hearth, but he didn't know if he would survive this day anyway, and he had no intention of saving food for the Crusaders at all.

"Alright, let's have a piece!" Diego touched his shriveled belly and replied. The last time he had eaten was before passing the watchtower in the middle of the valley, and he had been tossing and turning for most of the night, and he was already hungry.

"Catch!" Tyran waved his arm and tossed the bacon in his hand, then he shouted again, "And this! ”

As soon as Diego reached out and caught the bacon flying up, he watched as a shiny thing flew over. In his hurry, he shoved the bacon into his mouth and bit it, and as soon as he stretched his waist, he retrieved the thing that seemed to be flying over his head.

"It's dangerous, what is this?" He asked vaguely, biting into the bacon.

"Good thing, Fireplace Valley wine, I bet this is the last bottle left in Fireplace Valley." Tyran said with a laugh. Now in the Valley of the Hearth, there is not enough to eat, where is there still food to make wine, this bottle of wine is still from the castle's underground cellar, the old wine that has been preserved many years ago.

"That's a good thing!" Diego held the bacon in one hand, brought the round glass bottle to his mouth with the other, and pulled out the oak cork at the mouth of the bottle, and in the faint moonlight, the wine rippled with a pale golden light, and the strong aroma of wine was refreshing. He opened his mouth and took a big "grunt".

The wine is soft and mellow in the mouth, with a faint oak aroma, but once it is entered, it is like a flame swallowing into the stomach, and it explodes with a bang, and the whole body is burned warm at once, Diego can't help but open his mouth and burp loudly.

"Uh, good wine!" He exclaimed loudly with satisfaction.

Fireplace Valley is a unique wine made from barley, rye and corn grains from farms south of the Fireplace Valley and aged in oak barrels for many years, known locally as the "water of life", and was used to make at least half of the grain produced on these farms each year before the outbreak of natural war.

Tyran casually chatted with Diego and returned to the castle. Diego leaned against the battlements at the edge of the tower, chewing on the hard bacon in his mouth. He didn't dare to drink anymore, unlike the warriors who drank a little more and went berserk, the hunter who drank too much couldn't even see clearly, how could he aim?

Truth be told, the Scarlet Crusaders weren't slow to react, and just as Diego was finishing his bacon and rubbing the grease off his hands on the wall, there was a sound of people barking in the distance. Then, at the end of the street, a group of blood-colored crusader soldiers rushed out.

"Well, the war has begun!" Diego whispered to himself. He plucked the Death Gaze from his shoulder, rested it on the battlement, and waited silently.

He didn't fire right away, because if he shot now, the crusaders would most likely retreat back to the corner and not do much damage.

Through his scope, he watched quietly as the crusaders ran forward, all blending into the streets. When the soldier at the front finally rushed to this end of the street, he gently pulled the trigger.

The gunshots rang out loudly, and the scorching bullets whistled out, dragging a dazzling trajectory in the night. into the soldier's chest. The well-made armor was powerless in the face of this bullet, and it was directly pierced through a large hole, and its only function was to keep the body intact, not to break it directly. In fact, even if it can withstand the fragile flesh it wraps in. The body could not resist, and the concussive impact of the bullet on the plate armor caused massive bleeding from internal organs.

The crusader who had been shot was beaten backwards and fell straight to the ground. The soldier who followed him looked up in amazement, looking for the enemy who had killed his teammate, and he had just been running with his head down, not noticing what was going on.

But just then, the gunshots rang out again, but this time, instead of tracer bullets, Death Gaze saw only a flash of gunfire in the distance, and then felt black in front of him, and he fell to the ground, forever unconscious.

Thunderous gunshots rang out one after another, and bullets swept through the small square in front of the castle, firing continuously. Go into that street. Diego didn't infuse the bullet with the power of the Light, but at a distance of four hundred meters, even without the power of the Light, the Scarlet Crusader's armor could not withstand the bullets fired by the Death Star.

Almost every time a shot was fired, a crusader soldier fell. At first, there were some fanatical soldiers who rushed forward, but when they realized that no matter how brave and tried, they could not cross the invisible line of death at the corner of the street and rush into the small square, they finally began to retreat. After all, they want a glorious battle, not a senseless death.

At this time, Diego's move to put the crusaders into the streets finally showed its effect. With a street length of less than two hundred meters, it was simply a road of death for the crusaders who were crowded inside the streets. The sound of gunfire was like the footsteps of death, trampling on everyone's hearts, and almost every second someone was falling, blood splashing from their companions, and the wails of the wounded who fell to the ground, and in the face of this hellish sight, even the most determined soldiers could not keep their senses, they dropped their weapons, and fled to the other side of the street in tears.

The roar of the Death Gaze lasted for a full five minutes, and when it finally fell silent, the streets were filled with corpses, as if they had been harvested by the scythe of death. Crimson blood flowed freely on the ground, almost converging into a red stream. A few lucky people who escaped from the street collapsed at the corner of the street, trembling and crying, the tragic scene just now has been deeply imprinted into their minds, completely shattering their courage, and they probably will not dare to take up arms again in their lives.

People usually don't notice the characteristics of the people around them all the time, just like adventurers have become accustomed to Diego's gun and his superb marksmanship, so they don't have much of a sense of Diego's freshly slaughtered spree in the streets, and the most they can do is say "well done", but for the others, it's different.

At the gate of the castle, the veterans looked at Masrae, who was leaning against the door with a leisurely face, trembling and pointing to the bloodied street, and his lips trembled in disbelief: "This is ...... He...... Alone, what? ”

The Night Elf didn't speak, he just shrugged his shoulders casually, and spread his hands.

You are not blind, see for yourselves!