The hills in the distance, a quarter of an hour ago. Oriental Reading Network

Diego kept pulling the trigger, he had long since stopped pouring holy light energy into the bullets, because it was too much of a waste of time, in fact, except for the number, these Scourge soldiers were not powerful, and the power of the bullets themselves was enough to cause fatal damage.

However, the biggest trouble is precisely their numbers, looking at these flood of Scourge soldiers, Diego can't wait to have a machine gun in his hand, which can keep strafing.

But he didn't, he had to lie on the ground, shot by gun, one by one, fortunately, at this distance, he could almost do 100 shots. He used a blazing firebomb, and the Scourge soldiers fell to the ground, blazing, but they blocked many undead scourges.

The Scourge didn't put much thought into these mass-produced cannon fodder - neither drenched with undead rot nor protected by the Demonic Shroud, their flesh was dry but rich in fat, and almost nothing dared to cross the flames to attack the adventurers.

Diego quickly moved his musket, slatching target after target into the crosshairs, then pulling the trigger. While shooting, he is also nervously watching the entire battlefield, looking for the most threatening targets. As a good hunter, he had to distinguish which enemies needed to be killed first, and which could be ranked lower. For these undead scourges that have appeared, those abominations are the most threatening, but fortunately, most of them have been dealt with by dwarves, then those crypt demons who can spit silk, and finally ordinary scourge soldiers.

In fact, there has always been a string in Diego's heart, because until now, these ambushers have not appeared any spellcasters, which is very abnormal, because there has never been a shortage of powerful mages and lichs in the psychic academy, and these excellent mentors can pick out any one of them, they are all powerful and dangerous existences.

But he soon ran out of time to think about it. Because as more and more Scourge soldiers join the attack, Diego has to concentrate all his energy on shooting.

In the beginning, Diego still had time to take a look at the big picture and occasionally press. Neutralize the enemy in depth, but by the time he gets there, he doesn't care about choosing a target at all, just remembering to kill every enemy who tries to outflank his allies!

He moved his death gaze almost mechanically, and pressed the trigger again and again, this powerful musket was now truly "staring at whoever dies"! Almost every Scourge that appears in the scope does not survive for a second.

For the first time since it was built, this musket was so fire-powered. The large capacity of the enchanted magazine ensures the continuity of the shot, and the specially thickened dragonskin shoulder armor ensures that the shooter's shoulder is not bruised, and Diego feels like an executioner, and these undead scourge sit like prisoners waiting to be slaughtered, unable to fight back!

This is an unrepeatable battle, there is no long-range support from the caster, no strong and thick armor, no awareness of dodging and hiding, only knowing that the undead scourge rushing in a swarm gives Diego a chance to indulge in killing and killing, and he is completely hilarious! Flames erupted, gunshots rang out, and one by one, the undead were slaughtered like lambs sent to the door, and the stench of burnt corpses was burning everywhere in the farm.

However, the crisis always came inadvertently, and with the rumbling of gunfire, Diego, who was completely immersed in the battle, seemed to hear the sound of birds flapping their wings. The next moment, he only felt his shoulders tighten, and a pair of hands put on his shoulders.

Diego subconsciously let go of the musket in his hand and reached out to touch his shoulder, but what he touched was a pair of big furry claws!

He only felt that his scalp was numb for a while, and the hairs all over his body stood up at once! From childhood to adulthood, Diego has heard the horror story of "wolf on his shoulder, don't look back" many times, and has also been mentioned by people, but he doesn't know whether it is true or false, and the response has flashed through his mind. He subconsciously shrank his neck, clenched the pair of big claws with both hands, and threw it forward!

However, things were not as simple as he imagined, the claws of the thing were so sharp that they clamped tightly on his shoulders, and if it weren't for the dragon's skin armor, the claws would have been buckled into the flesh. Caught off guard, he was dragged by the thing he threw out, and one fell to the ground, colliding with the thing. One man and one monster were entangled like that, rolling down the slope.

They stumbled and tumbled down the slope, sometimes he underneath, sometimes the monster underneath. The violent tumbling and impact with the ground made him dizzy and broken, and he curled up as much as he could, with his arms in front of his face to mitigate the damage caused by the impact.

Tumbling violently, Diego saw a bloody mouth with hideous fangs biting down on his throat, and the stench emanating from it was disgusting. In a hurry, he only had time to force his left arm in front of him. The mouth suddenly bit into the dragonskin armguard, and the bite rattled. Although the tough dragon skin resisted the puncture of the fangs, it could not resist the tremendous bite force, and Diego felt like his bones were about to be bitten off.

He struggled, reaching out his other hand and groping around his thigh. On the line between life and death, he finally felt the handle of the pistol, the cold touch and familiar shape lifted his spirits, he pulled it out without hesitation, and then pulled the trigger.

The two sides were so close that he almost put the muzzle of his gun in the other's chest. There was a loud bang, and a brilliant fire burst out between the two!

Diego only felt his wrist jerk, and the bullet that came out of his disembowelment had slammed into the monster's chest with great kinetic energy. The monster leaned back after being beaten, and the fangs that had been biting hard involuntarily loosened.

The pain was so intense that the monster screamed in pain. Finally feeling the fear, it struggled hard, instinctively trying to get farther away from the thorny human in front of it. However, Diego had no intention of letting it go, gritting his teeth, holding the monster's shoulder firmly with one hand, and continuously pulling the trigger with the other, sending bullets one bullet after another into its body. Soon, the monster's screaming gradually stopped, and the violent struggle turned into a slight trembling, and finally it was completely still.

Diego let go of his grip on the monster and kicked it out with a single kick.

He lay on the ground like that, his chest wheezing violently like a bellows, and he found himself drenched in sweat, and the cold wind blew and soaked all over his body.

He rested for a moment, until Guan Haifa's hairy head appeared on his side. It looked at him with concern, then lowered its head and licked his cheek gently. It sensed the danger faced by its owner at the first time and rushed back.

"Hey, good cat!" Diego took the cheetah's head in his arms and rubbed it vigorously. He shook his head, clearing his still-dizzy mind a little, and then struggled to his feet from the ground and walked over to the corpse of the monster that had attacked him, taking a closer look.

It was a strange and monstrous creature, it looked like a rickety human, but it had huge bat wings, its hands had degenerated into hooked claws, and its feet had swelled into a pair of large, sharp claws. It had a head identical to that of a bat—pointed ears, pig-like nostrils, and hideous, sharp fangs, like a bat that had become a sperm.

It's a gargoyle (1)! Diego could see at a glance what kind of monster it was. Obviously, the Psychic Academy is starting to come up with their means of pressing the bottom of the box.

At that moment, a shout and a roar reached his ears again. He turned his head and saw a huge earth elemental being slaughtering the Scourge soldiers, invincible. The situation doesn't look as precarious as it once was.

Diego breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and climbed the hill, where he needed to retrieve his musket. The battle is still not over, and the guys still need his support.

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Note (1): Gargoyles, for a long time, were believed not to be purely natural creatures, but magical creatures made of stone by mages. When they suffer unbearable fatal damage, they will fall to the ground, disguise themselves as a statue, and slowly regain their health.

In fact, this perception is not true, and in Azeroth, gargoyles have little to do with stone statues other than their names, they are the product of taking beasts, corrupting them, and strengthening them with spells. Like humans, the Scourge is very demanding in its choice of beasts, first of all, the beast must have a bloodthirsty and cruel nature, and at the same time, it must be strong enough to withstand the harsh environment and the corrosive effects of the plague. As a result, the vampire bats of the Plaguelands caught the eye of the Scourge alchemists: they were fast, aggressive, aggressive, large enough to be adaptable, and were undoubtedly the ideal experiments.

To this end, the Scourge mages captured large numbers of vampire bats and used dark spells to corrupt and enslave them, some of which were eventually transformed into gargoyles ---- the Scourge Army's formidable air killers, while others were relatively weak as flying mounts for the Scourge members, loyally carrying the undead on their backs.

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