Diego glanced at Janice's mutilated corpse, but felt a little lucky.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that this crazy woman was dizzy by stimulation and jumped out without blessing himself with any protective spells, he wouldn't have killed the other party so easily. You know, Jennys? Barov's spells are notoriously feminine - shadow whirlwinds, distorted illusions, gravitational flows, energy-absorbing hands...... are difficult to distinguish between true and false, fickle, and once touched, they are entangled, torn constantly, and make people stuck in a quagmire that is difficult to get rid of.

He turned his head and saw that after losing control, Janice's accident puppets were immediately in chaos, and it didn't take much effort for Huffman and his men to get them all done.

They left the burning hall and hurried deeper. The commotion from below was getting closer, and in front of them, the road branched off into two more directions, to the left and right.

On the far left is a wide corridor that zigzags into the darkness. To the right was a small narrow door, which looked like it was for servants, half blocked by a pile of falling stones. Not far in front of them was a slope, and at the end of it was an arch more than two men high, from which the noise was loudest.

"Which way?" The druid, who was at the front, looked back and asked. He is no longer stealth reconnaissance now, there is no need for that, what they have to do now is to find a direction and go straight down.

"In the middle," Diego replied, "from now on, we have to be ready for battle, and we may come face to face with those undead scourge at any time." I have a hunch that they are not far from us! ”

Sure enough, as Diego said, they didn't go far from the arch in the middle, and they came across several teams of undead scourge one after another, and most of the places where these undead scourge came first were relatively close to the gate, so they arrived first. But this was also their misfortune, and they were routed before they could hold out for even half an hour under the attack of the intruders.

Diego and his gang almost chased their tails into a cavernous hall. It is much more open and deep than the lobby where the library is located. On the left edge of the hall is a row of large square stone columns supporting the rock formations overhead. These black granite pillars are carved with ancient reliefs, and the surface of the stone carvings has been rubbed very smooth, faintly reflecting a faint light.

On the opposite side of the hall, there are several arches. At this moment, hundreds of undead scourges were swarming out of those corridors and pouring into the hall.

"Aha, it's finally time for me to show off my skills!" Bloody Spear shouted heartlessly.

"Do we have to go any further?" Masrae asked, looking at Diego uncertainly.

Diego hesitated, although he was eager to go deep into the Psychic Academy to find out what was going on here, he also knew that even if he could defeat the hundreds of undead scourge in front of him, it seemed that there were more than a few people in the Scourge here.

Just then, he saw the Minotaur standing on the far left of the line waving at him.

"Come on, Diego, you should come and see this!" Dezko said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Diego was a little surprised by the Minotaur's hasty opening, but he knew that since the always calm Minotaur had let him pass, there must be a reason for doing so. He glanced across and saw that the undead scourge was still purging their rudimentary ranks, but neither the commanders nor the soldiers were poor enough to do that, and they were still in a mess like flies.

He took a few steps in the direction of the minotaur, and was surprised to find that, unlike what he remembered, the huge row of stone pillars was not actually the edge of the hall, just beyond the stone pillars, and along the direction of this row of stone pillars, there was a steep façade that was seven or eight meters high, like a cliff, and they were standing on top of the cliff at this moment.

Beneath the cliff is an extremely large hall, larger than this part above.

The most conspicuous feature of the hall is a free-standing semicircular arch coiled by numerous white bones that resembles a letter Ω. More than five meters tall, this massive arch of white bones sits atop an obsidian circle engraved with mysterious runes, and in the middle of it, the gray energy of death slowly swirls like a vortex. One by one, the Scourge soldiers came out of the vortex in a steady stream, and then merged into the undead queue that had already filled half of the hall.

It's a portal! The Scourge is sending troops from elsewhere! Diego understood what was happening at once.

He subconsciously picked up the gun and pulled the trigger, wanting to destroy the portal. However, the runes on the obsidian circle suddenly lit up, and an invisible magical barrier appeared around the portal, blocking the bullets.

In the upper hall, the undead soldiers had finally set up their crappy battle formations and rushed towards the intruders. Diego found that he didn't have time to continue destroying the portal, and even if it did, the necromancers would have a way to build it again, and they wouldn't even waste much time, and he couldn't stay here and keep it in the way!

"Retreat! We retreat! Diego commanded in a loud voice. They have already fulfilled at least one of the mission objectives of the trip.

The path on which everyone had gone had receded, Diego turned and prepared to retreat. But the moment he turned, he saw a figure on horseback come out of the door of bones.

It was a man dressed in black knight's armor, his hair was gray, his face was covered with a red scarf, and he carried a runic sword with cold light behind him.

He was riding a skeletal horse without a trace of flesh and blood. The horses have long goat-like horns on their foreheads, and their shoulders are flanked by hideous demon skulls. Its torso was encased in a blue overcoat, and its only exposed hooves burned with purple soul fire. The place where its hooves stoodle was pitch black and barren, and even the earth could not withstand its pollution and corrosion. The aura of death emanated from its body, nourishing its undead master, making him as comfortable as if he were in a tomb.

Damn, that's Baron Rivendell, the ruler of Stratholme! Diego finally knew where these reinforcements were coming from.

Baron Rivendell was once a wealthy minor lord of the kingdom of Lordaeron and a good friend of the archmage Kel'thugad. When Kel'thugad defected to the Lich King, he helped Kel'thugad organize and found the Cult of the Damned in his own realm. His efforts were soon rewarded handsomely, and Rivendell was transformed into a Death Knight, gaining immortal life and power. After Stratholme was transformed into a paradise for the undead, Rivendell was sent here to command all the scourge that inhabited it.

As if sensing Diego's gaze, the baron looked up and looked in the direction of the hunter. The next moment, he narrowed his gray, pupilless eyes. Although he couldn't see his face hidden under the mask, Diego could feel it, he was smiling, smiling coldly!

The Scourge soldiers on the opposite side were getting closer and closer, and Diego had no time to do anything, he opened his legs and ran away in the same way as he had passed.