"Poof", the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground alarmed everyone. When they looked up at the kitchen door, they found that Diego had lost the goods on his shoulders and was pointing his musket at the goblin cook.

"What are you going to do!" Acton? The copper cup shouted reflexively, but he reacted immediately, shouting outside before Masrae could stop him, "Guard! Guard! ”

He had barely shouted twice when he was knocked on the back of the head by a nearby Nesinvari flask—the dwarven flask was known for its sturdiness and durability, and a hollow iron lump the size of a fist was enough for him—but the movement had already been heard, and a few blocks away, the noisy and shrill shouts of the goblins rang out, and although they couldn't figure out what was going on, it was only a matter of time before they found it.

"What's going on?" Masrae glared at Diego reproachfully and stepped up to ask.

"This stinking creature is Stavon, I'm sorry I didn't tell you first-I'm afraid he's gone." Diego said expressionlessly, his hands as steady as a rock, and he didn't mean to move the muzzle of the gun at all.

"It can't be a zombie or a ghoul or something, right?" The Night Elf asked, a little suspicious.

"Have you ever seen talking zombies and ghouls?" Diego sneered, he took a step closer and poked the back of the goblin chef's head with the muzzle of his gun, "Peel off your goblin skin, what are you waiting for?" ”

In Azeroth, there are too many items or potions that can change a person's appearance, such as the Nogferg potion that can turn people into skeletons, and the Sindore Orb that can transform people into blood elves. This phrase has a more wonderful meaning in Azeroth - the five big and three thick Minotaur you see is likely to be a cute dwarf girl in disguise, and a pirate in a skull hat may have just eaten a delicious wind snake.

The fat goblin took out a round object from his pocket and slowly handed it to Masrae in front of him. Without Diego's permission, he couldn't even look back.

It was a fist-sized purple orb, and it was impossible to see that the surface of the material was engraved with dense golden runes, and the entire sphere emitted a mysterious fluorescence.

"Fraud Orb? You've got really good stuff. Diego said in surprise. This orb can transform its wielder into any desired racial appearance, such as orcs, minotaurs, or dwarves. It's a treasure that spies dream of.

The moment the Orb of Deception left the fat goblin's fingers, it was as if a layer of human skin had faded from his body, revealing the face hidden underneath. Actually, it's not just about appearance. Even his height was rising, and a few seconds later, a crumbling human body stood in front of the group. He turned slowly and looked at Diego behind him, in the process. Everyone saw him as well.

To be precise, the human in front of him could no longer be regarded as a living person, he should probably be classified as a living dead - the necromancer's original pale skin turned a sickly gray-green, and a few strands of hair that had fallen off were greasy and greasy on the skull. The muscles on his face seemed to have vanished, leaving only a shriveled layer of skin clinging to the well-defined skull, as if he were wearing a skeletal mask. His lips looked like they had long since been shriveled and lewd, revealing festering gums and jagged burnt teeth. But what really kept Diego from looking away was the man's eyes. Because it was simply the eyes that you would only see in a nightmare, a pair of eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of turbid white clouds, and you couldn't see the black pupils at all!

"Looks like my appearance scares you." Staven said hoarsely. There was a mocking smile on his face, and the rotten robe he wore shook as his chest rose and fell. "But this qiē is all caused by you, and it will be counted on your head."

"I don't mind, and I'm going to give you a happy death, even if it's a little too cheap for you." Diego let out a soft snort from his nostrils. However, he has seen too many stories of chattering when he thinks the general trend has been set, and finally being turned over by the little powerhouses, and he doesn't want to be reversed by people like the villains in those novels and become a complete tragedy. In order to avoid a long night's dreams, he still decided to shoot first and end this qiē. But his finger pressed slowly on the trigger. Move little by little to prolong the joy of your revenge.

However, just then, a team of goblins turned out from the corner of the street. Seeing Acton crawling on the ground? When the copper cup was made, their faces changed dramatically. Almost instantly, he picked up the musket in his hand.

"Fire, fire! They killed our people! A captain-like goblin shouted hysterically. The sound of ping-pong gunfire rang out immediately, and the acrid smoke filled the alleyway, and for a while, no one could see the situation on the other side.

Everyone was panicked and looking for a place to hide, and Diego was taken aback. But the good thing was that he was standing behind Staven. The necromancer helped him block a lot of bullets - since Diego was the only one in the group with a weapon, the goblins rightfully saw him as the most dangerous target, and most of the bullets fired were aimed at him.

Diego still regrets that he didn't do it sooner, and as a result, he let the goblins get ahead of him and kill the necromancer. But when he saw that Stavon was only shivering a few times after being shot, but continued to stand as if nothing had happened, he realized that if he didn't hit the vital point, it would not be fatal for a necromancer, as he had encountered several times before.

But just as he pulled the trigger and shot Stavon in the head—no matter what creature, even a dragon, a solid blow to the head would cost at least half a life—a shockwave of magical energy exploded in all directions, centered on the necromancer. Diego felt like he had been hit head-on by a truck, throwing him backwards. But by this time, the musket that had been subconsciously fired in his hand had obviously lost its crosshairs, and the huge bullet whizzed over the necromancer's head, disappearing into the distant forest, startling a flock of birds.

Magic Blast! This instantaneous spell does not require chanting a spell or holding a spell seal, and can be unleashed in almost half a second, making it a necessary spell to create chaos and take advantage of the opportunity to smear oil on the soles of your feet.

As Diego struggled to raise his head from the ground to find the necromancer, he found that Stavon had long since disappeared. Farther away, the smoke cleared, and at the end of the alley, a whole group of goblins with muskets in hand was waiting for them.

"Shit!" Diego couldn't help but curse viciously, he didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and rolled himself into the kitchen. The gunfire rang out again, and a dense stream of bullets crackled where he had just been, splashing earth flowers.

He kicked hard against the kitchen wall, and the dirt fell from it, revealing a gaping gap. Obviously, such a wall will not stop bullets.

Well, now it's time to die, so let's think about how to get out of the goblin camp. He sighed and picked up the gun in his hand. (To be continued.) )