"Brian, Bergard! You're in charge of taking out these flaming imps and hellhounds, and I'll take care of the big bugs! In the midst of the chaos, Diego shouted loudly.

Harry Burgard and Brian Copperbeard nodded in answer and strode toward their respective forces. In fact, for the defenders, these Cerberus and Flame Imps that popped out of the cave did not have much fighting power, but the suddenness of the incident and the intimidating sound caused by the digging insects covered the way, these wolf-rushing little things did create a lot of chaos.

But with Brian and Bogard under their command, the coalition began to organize a tight array, and when the panic and shock caused by the digging worms that broke through the ground to the coalition soldiers disappeared, the hard days of these little demons finally came—when a hellhound rushed at a dwarf, trying to pounce him to the ground and bite him to the fullest, it slammed into the shield that was covering from the side, and then several spears pierced out of the gaps between the shields, inserting the hapless man into a honeycomb; When a flame imp finally condensed a ball of evil energy in the palm of his hand, and wanted to burn something, several muskets were already aimed at him, and with a dense burst of gunfire, the imp fell to the ground, and the uncontrollable evil fireball exploded with a "poof", enveloping himself in flames.

Such a similar scene was repeated over and over again on the battlefield, and the number of these little demons that suddenly appeared began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that they were about to be wiped out.

At the same time, Diego's blow to the digging bugs has already begun. He quickly replaced Deathgaze with a flaming magazine, then fired two shots at the first burrower.

He aimed at the burrower's head, about three meters below its head, where it was the thinnest part of its body. Like a burst of lava, two brilliant fireworks burst out on the burrowing worm, and the flame energy contained in the lava core powder in the warhead was released on it, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat.

The burrower hissed in pain, shaking its body desperately and rolling on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the vicious, hot flames, but the fire showed no sign of abating until the flame energy contained in the lava core powder was depleted. What's even more deadly is that the bodily fluids of the burrower are extremely high in oil, and the bodily fluids that spilled from the bullet holes on its surface burned violently like gasoline when they hit the flames.

Whether it is the arid and barren Silisus Desert or the frozen Northrend Ice Field, there are Diggers distributed, and it is said that some species of Diggers can even live directly in the lava rivers under active volcanoes, but this one is obviously not so strong fire resistance. With a shuddering scream, the burrower snapped out a cloud of slime, then turned around and burrowed back into the hole he had jumped out of.

It seemed to want to rely on the sand in the cave to extinguish the flames on its body, but this hope was obviously disappointed, and a few seconds later, a loud bang came from the cave**, and then, black smoke rolled out of the cave** and rose into the sky. The aroma of barbecued meat wafted through the air.

"Roasted a little too old, Diego, I like medium-rare!" Beside the deer bushes, Brian smashed a Cerberus head with a hammer and shouted at Diego grumbling.

Diego flattened his mouth, and for the bugs, five medium degrees were not enough to kill them.

"Yes, but you'll have to drag the medium-rare ones yourself to the table." He shouted at the dwarf, then shifted the muzzle of his gun and fired fiercely at the other digger.

A dwarven priest ran out of the bunker, pulling his staff at the goo from the digging worm, and after a few moments, he looked up in surprise and shouted around.

"Guys, a few more people to help, he's still alive!" Inside that mass of slime was the dwarven warrior who had been swallowed inside. Although he was dying, this guy who didn't know whether to be lucky or unlucky finally miraculously survived.

Diego stared at the big bugs with a death gaze, and orange flames exploded on them, squeaking as they burned. That is, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen digging insects that jumped out were rewarded with two or three flame bombs by Diego each, and they were either burned into fire ropes or screamed and fled back to the ground, and some were even directly blown into two, and they were directly killed.

At this time, the battle to clear the Flame Imps and Cerberus was almost over, and except for a few Flame Imps who fled back to the cave when the situation was not good, the sneak attackers were almost wiped out.

Masrae Bearskin stepped on the last Cerberus. The rampaging little devil was still writhing dishonestly, trying to bite his bear paws, the druid bear let out a rough breath from its nostrils, raised its big paw and slapped it on the stomach at once, and with a "poof" sound, the Cerberus was slapped into a patty, and the internal organs and blood splattered and flowed all over the ground.

With the death of the last sneak attacker, the battle finally stopped. The Coalition warriors began to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded, the Moon Creek Brigade was busy replanting the crooked wooden stakes that had been swept away by the Diggers, while the Dwarven warriors carried buckets of mortar mixed with sand and salt in the stone to clog the burrows dug by the Diggers. They had to hurry up and race against the clock, because in the distance, the demon army had already arrived about two miles away, and if they got closer, these monsters could even charge directly.

"We had three seriously wounded and more than forty lightly wounded, but those who were lightly wounded were all fine and did not affect the battle." Harry Bogard finished counting the casualties and came to Diego to report.

"Not bad, much less than I expected." Diego nodded in satisfaction. The chaos seemed like a huge momentum, but the actual damage done to the defenders was not as great as it seemed.

"Our losses were a bit greater, eleven serious injuries, including the unlucky guy who was swallowed in the stomach by worms, and more than fifty minor injuries." Brian's voice rang out behind Bergard, and Diego tilted his head to look at it, only to find the dwarven prince following Bergard, clutching a piece of black jerky in his hand, fighting it hard with his teeth.

"Need help? I can send you a priest, and Van Goray and his shamanic apprentice can make a cameo appearance for a while. Diego said with a smile. The dwarves suffered a bit more, mainly because they were the first ones who rushed forward without hesitation when the bugs broke through the ground.

"No, our pastor is enough!" Brian rejected Diego's kindness, he also knew the situation on the human side, after repeated fierce battles, there was only one priest left in the Moon Creek Brigade now, and he couldn't use it enough!

As he spoke, he raised the jerky in his hand and gestured to Diego.

"Are you really not coming along? It's a bit old, but to be honest, it's really delicious! ”

"Is this the meat of those burgers?" Diego asked in surprise.