"Quick! Fast! Fast! Huffman roared. Now that there was no sign of it, the soldiers swarmed out of the walls and charged at the chaotic undead guards.

Faster than them were two leopards, Masrae and Guan Haifa had already dived. Lying in the ruins between the watchtower and the square, they jumped out of the rubble like arrows at the command and rushed towards the square.

Gunfire rang out over the square, but the undead guards didn't stand still all the time - after the initial panic, the elite soldiers had already raised their shields in the direction of the attackers, covering each other's retreat towards the town hall - Diego fired five shots in a row, but only two guards were knocked out.

"If only the Space Ripper were still there!" Diego was annoyed as he opened fire. In the battle to snipe Varimasas, in order to ensure that he could prevent the Dreadlord from teleporting away, Franklin? Lloyd turned up the power of the space ripper to the maximum, only to find that the real silver transformer inside had been burned down, and Diego had to work hard to fix it.

Masrae was the first to engage the Lich's guards, and before he could charge, the big cat had already transformed into a giant bear. The mane-haired behemoth crushed into the undead scourge like the top of Tarzan, and with a single collision, it knocked the scourge soldiers in front of him into the air.

The retreating undead Scourge stopped, for between them and the town hall, a bobcat with golden fur yawned in a relaxed manner, its emerald silver fangs glinting with a hideous cold light in its open mouth.

Can't run away! Everyone in the guards knew what was going to happen next. They turned in despair, looked at the terrifying beast in front of them and the human soldiers who were swarming towards them, and tightened their grips on their weapons, it was time for the Trapped Beasts to fight!

Diego rose from between the broken beams and the crumbling masonry, flung the death stare behind his back. At this distance, he was not sure that he would not accidentally injure his comrades who were fighting in close combat with the undead guards.

He staggered down the stairs and into the square where the battle was raging. He knew that they didn't have much time and that every second could not be wasted.

In fact, if you look down from above, the current Andohar is no longer as distinct as before—the north side is full of flesh and blood, but the south is as silent as a cemetery—but as if it has been awakened, and the originally untouched southern part of Andohal has begun to boil at this moment.

Countless undead soldiers walked out of their hiding places and looked towards the square. When they saw that it was a group of human soldiers attacking Araki's guards, a roar of rage erupted from among them. Led by the undead officers, they rushed towards the battlefield like a tidal wave.

Diego was running to the square when he saw the large number of undead who had suddenly appeared. He picked up his gun and fired a shot at the densest part of the crowd, but it didn't work very well. The bullet blasted the undead soldier at the front in two, and then made a big hole in the chest of the guy behind him, but that was all. Like a pebble thrown into the sea, the tide of the undead was not affected at all, and was still surging forward.

"Damn it!" Diego pulled out a flaming magazine and replaced it with another shot. This time, the bullet struck the steel helmet of an undead soldier, and the flaming core powder inside the warhead exploded violently, enveloping seven or eight undead natural disasters including this unlucky bastard. The painless undead creatures burned like walking burns at the stake, took a few steps forward, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and they died without a scream.

The undead scourge who were rushing forward suddenly became chaotic, and although they were not afraid of pain or death, the undead creatures' natural fear of fire and light made them can't help but avoid the humanoid torch burning violently on the ground.

Diego fired a few more shots as he ran, stirring up a few swirls in the tide of the undead, somewhat slowing them down.

"Man, keep it up!" Before he could get there, he shouted at Brian, who was still pestering the last Lich Guard.

"That's good!" The dwarf roared. He raised his shield and slammed it upward. Due to their height, the undead guards did not expect this bottom-up impact at all, and the shield in their hands was suddenly opened, like a river mussel that has been pried open, and the tender mussel meat is completely exposed in front of Brian. The dwarf swung his hammer and smashed it into the opponent's shin before the undead could parry.

With a crunching sound of broken tendons, the undead hissed and fell to the ground, but the dwarf then slammed another hammer on his skull, interrupting his hissing.

Compared to the shriveled brains of ordinary undead soldiers, the flesh of these well-tended elite guards. The body was more tender and juicy, and the white brain pulp splashed everywhere, spraying the dwarf in the face. He kept his head down, spat the dirt in his mouth, and kept retching. Until the Night Elf next to him empathetically handed him a bottle of dwarven liquor for him to rinse.

"Huffman, take your men, prepare for defense!" Diego didn't pay too much attention to the hapless dwarf, but shouted an order to the lieutenant.

The lieutenant also saw the army of the undead approaching rapidly, and the fastest of them was only a few hundred meters from the square.

"Everyone, round defensive queue!" He struck his shield with his broadsword, making a clanging sound.

In the center of the square, the human soldiers began to line around the dry fountain, everyone knew that this was a death mission, there were no reinforcements, no reserves, everything was on their own, but no one regretted it, they gritted their teeth and clenched the weapons in their hands.

"Come, the time for revenge has come!" More than one person thought so in their hearts.

After the queue, Diego circled around the marble carvings, looking for traces of the buried, but the ground was covered with dead leaves and thick dust, and he found nothing.

He looked up in disappointment and looked at the minotaur: "Dezko, it's up to you now!" ”

The minotaur nodded silently and walked over to the fountain.

His bootless hooves and feet dug deep into the dirt, and began to summon the spirits of the earth—trivial things that didn't bother Mother Earth.

The plague-tormented Earth Spirits of the Western Plaguelands responded to his call almost immediately, and it was clear that the adventurers' efforts to destroy the plague cauldron during this time had been greatly appreciated by them.

The earth beneath the square began to tremble, and the ground wrinkled with tremors like the surface of the sea. In front of Dezko, the ground cracked and raised, and the three-story marble stone sculpture that stood collapsed with a bang.

The undead soldiers who were surging in the distance finally stopped, and although they were not afraid of death, they were still surprised and even frightened by the vision beyond their understanding.

The earth twisted and churned, and a large amount of black, yellow, and brown dirt poured out from the depths of the earth, and in the fountain of the dirt, a purple jar wrapped in green rune cloth revealed its true face.

"It's it, it's this!" Diego shouted in ecstasy.