The adventurers didn't waste much time on the road, for the banshees were besieged not far from the Undercity. Oriental Reading Network %77%77%77%2e%6c%6e%77%6f%77%2e%6e%65%74The rebels' trap was not placed at Soridan Farm, but on the way to the farm.

Luckily, before entering the ambush circle, the alert undead banshees spotted the rebels' plot in time and took the army to a small valley not far away. In this place surrounded by mountains, it is relatively easy to defend Taniguchi, but on the other hand, it is not so simple for them to break out of the encirclement.

This rural place is no stranger to Diego. Deathknell, the obscure name given to it after the forsaken people awakened, the original name is rarely remembered. It is famous because it is home to one of the largest funeral parlors and tombs in the entire Tirisfa region. In the midst of the catastrophe that devastated the entire kingdom of Lordaeron, the Scourge was provided with untold corpse materials to satisfy even the most greedy necromancer.

When Diego and his party arrived at Deathtown, they did not appear in the field of vision of the two sides involved in the war. Hidden by the decaying and sparse bushes, they approached the battlefield and saw a hellish scene that tingled their scalps:

Beneath the sky, a dense mass of walking dead almost obscured the color of the earth, and the walking dead fought fiercely at the mountain pass, the attackers surging like a tidal wave, and the defenders holding out an inch. The fight was fragmented, and the corpses that could no longer be put together had been piled up into a small hill, but it still could not stop the desire to fight on both sides. The battlefield was littered with severed arms and stumps, rotting entrails and filthy blood pooling into small lakes, then trampled to pieces by countless pairs of big feet, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

In the rear of the battlefield, the corpses thrown by meat grinders smashed into the fiercest parts of the battle, plowing a trench of flesh in the crowd, but this lethal weapon, designed to spread plague and toxins, was not so intimidating to the Forsaken - they had died once and were no longer afraid of them. On the contrary, the ice arrows and ice spears cast by the mages are more efficient, and every undead soldier hit by them will become brittle, and if you are not careful, you will end up in pieces.

Perhaps out of fear of fire, the Forsaken mages mostly preferred frost-based spells, and closer to the pass, several mages worked together to unleash a blizzard. The indiscriminate attack cleared the pass almost instantly, but before the cheering rebels could rush away, the fearless defenders had once again swarmed to close the gap.

There are also some warlocks in the rebels, and most of these spellcasters are followers and supporters secretly developed by Varimathas in the Forsaken, but their time to learn demonic spells is too short, most of them are apprentices, and some can only release low-level spells such as shadow arrows and corrosion, and most of them are small demons such as burning imps, which cannot affect the overall situation at all.

Diego noticed that behind the meat grinder, there was a small camp of more than a dozen tents. The rebels apparently did not expect that a sure ambush would turn into such a protracted and rotten battle. They didn't have much logistical baggage on their feet, and the tattered tents seemed to have been looted on the spot.

In the clearing in front of the camp, a huge creature stood at this moment. The creature was so tall that the Forsaken around it was noticeably taller.

"Oh my God, that's a Dreadlord!" Beside Diego, Masrae whispered in shock. He was no stranger to this demon, because in the Night Elf books about ancient warfare, there were so many descriptions and illustrations about this demon race that he could recognize it even with one eye closed.

"Yes, its name is Varimasas, one of the plotters of this rebellion." Diego replied.

Diego judged the vast open space between the bushes and the tent they were in, a distance of about a thousand meters, and although it was within the effective range of the death gaze, it was beyond its precise range, and Diego did not dare to guarantee his chances.

"Maybe I can give it a try, just shoot one, whether it is or not, and walk away." He thought to himself, and at the same time his right hand reached for the musket behind his back.

"What are we supposed to do? Rush to dry? Seeing his movements, the orc also excitedly removed his new spear from his back.

Diego glanced at him, surprised to find that he was so familiar with this weapon, and he couldn't help but look at it again.

"Ice Spike Spear! Not bad, right? Seeing Diego's gaze shift to the weapon in his hand, the blood spear shook in an ostentatious manner. He had already returned the hammer to Dezko, and the spear in his hand was still a treasure from the Undercity Armory brought by the attentive old Norman, and it was clear that the Banshee King had also invested heavily in order to save his loyal subordinates, perhaps in the eyes of the Dark Lady, this sophisticated weapon was nothing to her.

The spear's long, narrow blade resembles a sharp short sword, with wavy undulations that greatly increase its lethality. The blade of the spear was clearly enchanted, and in the dim night there was a faint blue light like frost, and even from a distance of more than a meter, Diego could feel the chill emanating from his face.

The hilt of the spear is made of the toughest purple wood core, and the outside is wrapped in a layer of rune cloth glued with black fish oil, which will not escape even if it is stained with blood. At the end of the hilt, a blunt conical spear forged from black iron can be used as a counterweight and maintain its lethality when the spear cannot be turned.

"That's a good spear," replied Diego, retracting his gaze and glancing at the orcs, "No, we have to be ready to retreat at any time." ”

Half-kneeling, he began to pour the power of light into the Death Gaze. The musket's magazine was not filled with flame, ice, or venom bullets, because the former two warheads were extremely fragmentable and lacked penetration when they were targeted, while the latter could easily cause the trajectory to drift due to the liquid infused inside. He used an ordinary bullet with a reinforced charge, and the warhead had a dense and uniform texture, which was ideal for long-range sniping.

"Okay, our ......" Bloodspear said excitedly, but it took a few seconds for him to realize what Diego was saying, "What? Why? ”

Diego ignored him, but slowly raised his musket and began to aim, but as soon as he put the huge body in the crosshairs, Varimatas suddenly turned his head to look this way, then lowered his head into the tent, and half a minute later, a group of rebels left the camp and ran towards the bushes.

"Damn it, this suspicious coward!" Diego cursed in exasperation, flicking his musket back behind his back and hunched back, "Let's go!" ”

"What happened?" Although puzzled, several people followed him and began to retreat.

"The guy's instincts saved his life, and this Nasrezm was very vigilant, but it was a hostile gaze that caused it to sense." Diego explained, as they bent over the bushes and scurried towards where their mounts were kept.

For demons of extraordinary power, they can easily sense the prayers of their followers, and the most powerful of them will even attract their attention at the mere mention of his name, and the Dreadlord like Varimathas is sensitive to the point that a hostile gaze can trigger an alarm.

It took them about ten minutes to return to the place where the mounts were kept, and Dezko was bored guarding the animals. Although he was already trying to prove that his physical injuries were no longer serious, his friends kept him here.

"How, what did you find?" The Minotaur asked.

"Discovered! We need to get out of here. Diego replied in a low voice, untying the reins of the tree again.

They flipped their mounts and galloped in the direction they had come, and after a quarter of an hour the rebel soldiers had followed, but all they saw was hoof prints on the ground, and nothing else.

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