Like a low tide, the lilac smoke rolled and dispersed in all directions, and in Diego's heart, the bloodthirsty and irritable feelings disappeared in an instant, and reason and clarity finally took control of his brain again. He breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing over his face. It turned out that while he had stopped shooting while he was praying, the Doomsday Guard had already sneered and pounced in front of him, and the heavy abyssal slashing sword was wrapped in flames and slashed at his head. After fighting for so long, this was the first time that the Doom Guard had come so close to its prey.

The demon swung his sword in ecstasy, and he seemed to see the miserable appearance of this human being burned to the ground with blood and internal organs by his sword and two pieces. "Trust me, I won't let you die so badly!" It laughed inwardly. For a demon, they have a thousand ways to torment a human soul that falls into the palm of their hands.

Almost instinctively, Diego made a wolf bèi tumble and escaped from the demon's sword. The power of the Doomsday Guard is too strong, and if it is parried, there will be no other end than to split it in two with a gun.

The greatsword slashed hard into the ground, slicing through a crack in the boss as easily as if it had sliced into butter. The unsuccessful demon roared and drew his greatsword from the ground, swinging it across the sword, the massive Abyssal Decapitation Sword as light as nothing in its hands, but the human hunter avoided it with an iron bridge.

The demon attacked in a frenzy, and Diego shifted his pace to leap around it, dodging and moving as if dancing on the tip of a sword, almost always dodging from under the sword of the Doom Guard. Seemingly calm, Diego is bitter, because he may not cause much damage to the demon if he shoots a few shots in a row, but the giant sword of the Doom Guard will seriously hurt him as long as it rubs against him. By this time, the enchanted crow bayonet had already been equipped with a death gaze, but he did not dare to stab it into the demon's body without any stagnation. If it weren't for Guan Haifa's constant following and biting behind the demon, distracting it, Diego would have already slashed his sword.

In addition to the foul smoke emanating from the Doom Guard, Diego must endure the scorching flames of the demon's body. If it weren't for the dragon fire talisman around his neck. Diego had already been roasted to the ground at the moment.

This amulet was given to him by the High Mage Andomus before he left Theramore for the second time - he and Masrae were not the only ones who benefited from the Dragon Slayer - and it was infused with a large amount of dragon blood essence, which could reduce the fire damage taken by the wearer by some of them.

But the flames on the Doom Guard were too hot. Even with the amulet's power shield, Diego still slowly took burn damage every time he approached it. This kind of enemy is simply impossible for mortals to defeat. Even more difficult to deal with than a dragon, because ordinary people would be burned to ashes if they stood in front of it. Diego was already a little numb from being roasted, and the protection of the dragon fire amulet kept him from being ignited directly, but being in the harsh environment like a furnace made Diego feel like his chest was on fire, and his throat was dry as if it was about to split.

But Diego knew. The Doomward Guard was also at the end of its crossbow, as could be seen in the sound of its bellows-like breathing.

Diego slid behind the demon, pulling the trigger in his hand, and when it turned again, he was already rolling between the demon's gaping legs. For the demon's height of more than three meters, the space under its crotch is large enough to pass through a zebra.

The moment he leaped out from under the demon, Diego crossed the blade of the bayonet and slashed through the demon's ankle.

I could only hear a loud "boom", like plucking a tight bowstring. The tendons on the doomsday guard's heels were gapped. Most of the demon's body has been strengthened by evil energy, and the tough tendons are unusually strong, but this ankle is where Guan Haifa once bitten, and the cutting of the enchanted blade only cuts the wound on this tendon even bigger. But that was enough, and the moment the Doom Guard's injured foot hit the ground, the demon's own weight completely tore the tendon apart.

Imagine the moment when the taut bowstring suddenly breaks, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, and with a cracking sound, the entire leg of the Doomsday Guard is peeled open and the muscles are turned out. Green pus-like fluid erupted from the wound and spilled all over the ground.

The off-balance demon let out a terrible howl and staggered to the side. Before he hit the rock wall, he finally stopped his momentum. It tiptoed. Limped towards Diego again, but this time, it ran even slower.

The demon was frightened and angry, and a sense of foreboding began to emerge from its heart, and it knew that this time it might not be able to escape. However, to its unwillingness, even if it broke free from the shackles of the summoner. But in a short period of time, many of its spell abilities still can't be recovered, if not, not too much, as long as a cripple is thrown over, it is enough to deal with this jumping up and down flea. He thought hatefully.

But it was too late to regret it, and the hunter cautiously kept his distance from it, raining a barrage of metal on it like a storm. A few minutes later, the demon shook and fell to the ground like a collapsing mountain. This may be the most aggrieved doomsday guard ever killed, and its skills have not been used at all.

Coincidentally, the moment the demon fell to the ground, hordes of firebladed orcs rushed out of the rock crevice. But they came too late.

At the forefront were a couple of cloaked guys. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the warlock among the Fireblade Orcs. In front of them, a group of flaming imps were bouncing and screaming. These warlocks don't seem to be very powerful, as evidenced by the low-level demons they summon.

Behind the warlocks was a well-armed group of orc warriors, their muscles and knots, their complexion dark red, and some black bone spurs piercing out from under their flesh and bones, looking like demonic thorns. It was a sign that they had drunk demonic blood, and these firebladed orcs had drunk blood far more than three times, and while being strengthened by evil powers, they had been further corrupted into half-demon-like evil orcs.

Diego sat on the ground gasping for breath, swapping out a shotgun magazine for Death Gaze.

"Come, bastards, let Uncle Diego show you what one is for a hundred!" He whispered viciously.

Just then, a black cheetah rushed into the cave like lightning, stood up beside Diego, and turned back into the Night Elf.

"Hey, man, I'm back," he looked at Diego and laughed delightfully, "I'm so glad to see you're alive!" ”

"Uh......" Diego asked in a low voice, "You're not too late to come, what about the reinforcements?"

"Hey, young man, well done!" As if in reply, a deep voice rang out at the entrance to the tunnel, and Diego looked back to see Thrall leading a large group of people in. Bane, Woking, and Sarufar followed him closely.

"Leave it to us!" Sal said loudly.

But the battle that followed was almost entirely crushing, with the combined forces of orcs, trolls, and minotaurs pouring down like a flash flood, sweeping the Warlocks and soldiers of the Fireblade Clan into the torrent without even making a splash. Especially after passing through the rift and entering the Flame Rift, when the magma-condensed giants rose from the lava lake under Thrall's control, the orcs of the Fireblade Clan fell to their knees almost immediately, which was so desperate that even the most powerful warlocks could not resist the lava sweep.

Seeing this qiē in front of him, Diego knew that the overall situation had been decided, and it was time to leave Orgrimmar. (To be continued.) )