Compared to the active or reserve pharmacists who indulged in plague and spiritism all day long, the battle-hardened interlopers were undoubtedly much quicker to react.

As soon as he saw the outside world clearly, Diego picked up his gun and set fire to the place where the pharmacists had gathered. The bullet slammed head-on at an apothecary who hadn't had time to cast any defensive spells, slicing him in two and knocking out another apothecary standing right behind him.

Beside Diego, the Blood Spear and the Dwarf let out two terrifying howls, rushing into the apothecary like a tiger into a pack of wolves, their crude combat skills were deadly enough for these rookies of the battlefield, sending waves of blood in their passes. And Guan Hai's law shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and the fangs and sharp teeth that were not sharp enough for the abomination were extremely deadly at this moment, and the cloth robes worn by the pharmacists could not resist their bites and cuts, and in just a few minutes, the big cat caused close to ten figures in casualties.

In the midst of the chaos, Diego stood at the exit of the corridor, clearing his teammates of any possible threats, targeting the apothecaries who were preparing spells, and as soon as they showed any signs of casting, a bullet infused with the power of holy light would arrive like a screaming death, bringing them a dark eternal sleep.

In his spare time, Diego looked at the high platform at the other end of the hall, but he didn't see the leader of the apothecary—he suspected that this guy was the chief apothecary Putress himself.

Diego's heart was beating a little faster - the guy had fled, but it was more likely that he was looking for reinforcements. But whatever the result, it's not a good thing for Diego and them.

"Push harder, we've got to hurry!" He shouted at his friends.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire, roars, screams, and weapons hitting people in the hall became even louder. Although he has already died once. But this does not mean that these forgotten people no longer fear death, on the contrary, because they have experienced the pain and suffering of death. More than anyone else, they fear losing the twisted life that is now lingering.

Watching their companions fall one by one, they finally felt fear. When the first apothecary ran out of the hall and disappeared beyond the archway, the remaining twenty or thirty apothecaries finally broke down, and they scattered with a bang, and soon ran away.

"Alright, Nazaire, stop chasing. We have more important things to do! Diego put away his gun, stopped the orcs in pursuit, and turned to look into the corridor behind him. Although after experiencing the inhumane scene in the dungeon, he was also eager to kill this group of evil apothecaries, but they returned to the Undercity this time not only to kill a few small characters to vent their anger, but more importantly, Masrae in the back never followed, which also made him particularly worried.

The smoke in the corridor had almost dissipated by now, and he felt as if he heard heavy footsteps. Immediately afterward, he faintly saw a large figure—not the abomination, but more like a gigantic beast.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't known why Masrae had transformed into a giant bear, but he seemed unharmed, and that was enough.

"Masrae?" He asked tentatively.

"It's me, oh my God, how did you rush so fast?" The bear replied in a deep voice.

"If we don't rush faster, we won't be able to come out." Diego said jokingly, "Why are you so slow?" The banquet has ended. ”

"I took a shower and had a nice meal!" The giant bear said angrily, and he peeked out of the darkness with steady steps. The cautious posture looks as if it is afraid of spilling the beloved honey.

"Hey, Masrae. What's wrong with you? Diego said with a smile, "We need to get out of here." If you don't want to be stuck in this hell place. ”

"If you had seen who I was carrying on my back, you wouldn't have said that." The bear bared his teeth—Diego knew he was laughing—and took two steps forward, fully emerging from the shadows, revealing the man crawling on his back.

Looking at the familiar brown leather armor and the horns on his huge head, Diego gasped.

"Dezko?" He couldn't help but take two steps forward and asked in a somewhat trembling voice. Although his sanity and the fact that he had seen it with his own eyes told him that the minotaur was dead, not even an ogre would have survived in that situation. But Diego soon realizes that the world cannot be guessed by common sense, because there are so many unnatural and unthinkable existences.

"Nazaire, damn it, get back quickly, Masrae has found Dezko!" He roared at his highest volume, as if otherwise, the surging joy in his heart would burst his chest.

Compared to Diego's surprise, the heart of the orc blood spear was overflowing with ecstasy. He galloped at a speed almost comparable to a charge, kneeling in front of the drooping minotaur.

"Is that you, Dezko?" He shouted as he shook the Minotaur's shoulder.

"Ahem, it's me, Nazaire, if you're going to keep dangling, you're really going to have a funeral for me." The minotaur raised his head with difficulty and said. His face looked very tired, but full of joy.

Seeing that he was still alive, the orc couldn't help but let out a huge cheer, and the violence and repression of more than a week were swept away in this instant. The qiē in front of him seemed so beautiful, and even this slaughterhouse full of blood and broken corpses didn't look so eerie.

"I knew it, I knew ......," he said incoherently, his brain almost stopped spinning at the rush of joy, and he didn't know what to say.

"If you want me to say, guys, now is not a good time to stage a catastrophe and a reunion of old friends, we have to get out of this hellish place first." As the only bystander who hadn't yet lost his head, the dwarf shouted loudly.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Diego calmed down first, pulling the orc away from the minotaur, "Let's get out of here first." Nazir! ”

"Let's go!" The Blood Spear nodded, striding towards the gate. His heart was full of fighting spirit at the moment, not at all like the melancholy appearance of his previous heart.

"But before you can do that, you'll have to use that strap to secure Dezko on my back." Big Bear reminded. He couldn't do that as he transformed into a giant bear, and if he was tied and transformed, any rope would be broken by his rapidly bulging body. That's why he came up so slowly.

Diego then noticed that the bear was carrying a leash full of totem poles on his back, which he had found on a wall on the way up, and the apothecaries had apparently not seen the importance of these things to a shaman.

He tied Dezko with a leash to the bear's back to prevent it from falling. He took out another rope from his bag and tied it a few more times.

"Man, if you tie them up like this, the two of them will be conjoined mummies." The dwarves on the side were a little stunned, and couldn't help but say.

Diego tugged at the knots with some concern, checking to see if they were strong enough. Big Bear grumbled in his hand, "That's enough, man, I'm running out of breath." ”

The hunter then stopped, picked up his gun, and walked towards the orcs, who had been waiting impatiently at the gate. At this moment, any revenge and other plans were no longer in his plan. There is far more important than killing the Grand Apothecary Putress and Varimasas, and that is to get Dezko out alive!

They walked down a winding passage to the outside of the alchemy workshop, encountering no blockers along the way. The fleeing pharmacists have cleared the way for them.

However, when they stepped out of the gate of the alchemy workshop and appeared in the streets by the canal, they saw hundreds of abominations and several times as many Forsaken guards, who had crowded every road leading to the other neighborhoods, and stood in a row of people even on the banks of the canal.

"What should I do?" Blood Spear asked consciously, although the orcs never asked how many enemies there were, they only asked where the enemy was, but this dense human head still made him feel dizzy.

"Rush out." The dwarf mentions. However, several of his companions looked at him. I didn't understand.

"The way of the dwarves." "There's no way back," he explained. Keep your head down and rush out. ”

Diego looked at Guan Haifa. The latter was baring its enchanted Thorsilver teeth, glancing at the blood spear and the warhammer in his hand, then at the dwarf and the blood-stained iron rod in his hand, and finally returning his gaze to the death gaze in his hand.

"They cornered us," Diego had to admit, "but I doubt they know who they're cornering!" ”

"Let's kill it!" He squeezed a growl out of his teeth, and then rushed out first.

As he ran, he pulled two cigarette bombs out of his bag and threw them out. This time he deliberately chose this, they need to mess up.

Nor was they charging in the same direction as they came, for that direction had the greatest number of abominations. They were heading in the direction of the upper district. As soon as they made contact, the Forsaken guards in front of them were knocked down by a dense rain of bullets fired by Diego, and then the orc dwarves and Guan Haifa sliced in like sharp blades.

Diego used his mind quickly, trying to remember the layout of the city, how many guards there were and where they were usually located. This circular underground city was more than five miles in diameter, and if he had chosen the right path, there were many guards who would not have participated in the battle at all. But now it seemed that all the hatred in the city was now concentrated in this place, and it was surging in all directions.

The speed of their progress inevitably slowed down under the surging crowd, and the Forsaken in front of them seemed to be unable to kill them all, and as soon as one was overturned, two would squeeze up.

"You can't kill it, this way doesn't work!" The blood spear shouted loudly. A huge iron hook with a long chain grazed over his head and smashed against the arch beside him, bursting his face with gravel. He turned sideways, dodging the snatching hook and rolled one of the Forsaken who lunged at him into the canal.

"No, we still have a way." Diego replied loudly behind him. He glanced at the pursuers behind him who were outflanking the encirclement, in the direction of the gap in the encirclement that had not yet been fully closed, there was the only access to the royal quarter, it was a dead end, once inside, it was difficult to kill again, but they had no choice now.

"Turn around, let's go back and meet Her Majesty!" He shouted. (To be continued.) )