Diego sprinted towards the edge of the woodland, Dezko and Bloodspear already strangled with the Scourge soldiers, and there was no room for him to snipe. Oriental Reading Network

His heart was beating in his chest, and the blood in his body was boiling and shouting, and Diego ran wildly as he pulled out a flaming bullet magazine to change.

"What the hell, does Lao Tzu still have the talent of a warrior?" Diego couldn't help but wonder in his heart. But I have to say that he really likes the feeling of this bloody charge.

The Scourge soldiers, who were fighting with the minotaurs and orcs, apparently also noticed the approaching human hunters, and although they were a little stunned by the initial surprise attack of the orcs, after coming to their senses, they managed to maintain the battle line with the advantage of numbers.

These Scourge soldiers know how to deal with Hunters - get closer, get closer, and when you get close enough for your weapon to reach him, the Hunter is finished. It's not like they haven't fought with hunters, the Scarlet Crusaders in Hearthvale are there, but it's the first time they've seen someone like the hunter in front of them rushing madly.

The stalemate orcs and minotaurs stabbed and slashed hard, trying to open a gap in the bucket formation of the Scourge soldiers, but these experienced soldiers maintained a good formation, neither rushing nor fighting, like hedgehogs that people had nowhere to put their mouths.

At this moment, Dezko and Bloodspear heard a familiar shout from behind them: "Get out of the way!" ”

Without hesitation, the two men dodged to the sides, revealing the front of the battle line.

With a "bang", a red bullet came out of the chamber from a distance of more than 30 yards, and smashed head-on at the natural disaster soldiers.

The Scourge soldier who bore the brunt of the attack bent his head and leaned forward, almost hiding his body behind his shield. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and every time he was able to withstand the hunters' weak attacks, whether they were crossbows or muskets.

This time, however, he encountered an enemy that had never been more powerful than ever. The bullet slammed into the shield, the huge impact force knocked the shield and the soldier behind it back, almost falling to the ground, but the more dangerous was still behind, the bullet exploded violently at the moment it hit the shield, the internal honeycomb structure made it very easy to shatter, and the companions next to the soldier were also splashed, these fragments mixed with lava core powder were firmly stuck to their skin, armor, blazing, emitting a burst of scorching stench.

Strictly speaking, this kind of burning is not fatal to the Scourge soldiers, who have almost lost their sense of pain, and they don't even have to pay attention to these injuries, but out of instinctive fear of light and fire, the Scourge soldiers still panicked, they panicked and slapped the flames on their bodies, and some of them rolled on the ground vigorously, trying to extinguish the fire, but these rash actions spread the fire area even more, almost in the blink of an eye, there were a few more burning crackling human-shaped torches at the edge of the woodland.

Diego strode forward, and with each step, an orange flower of death burst among the Scourge soldiers, and all the orcs and minotaurs who followed him had to do was pierce their throats and give them a painful death.

The journey from where the orcs had raided to the woodland was about thirty yards, and it took Diego less than half a minute to walk the whole way, leaving behind him more than twenty charred corpses.

The moment he entered the jungle, Diego couldn't help but squint his eyes to adjust to the dim light in the woodland.

There were many corpses lying on the ground, but he didn't see any familiar figures, which made his somewhat apprehensive heart relax a lot.

Fighting was still heard in the depths of the woods, and Diego sensed the condition of his animal companion, Guan Haifa was only a little tired, but fortunately he was not injured.

They made their way through the woods quickly to a glade.

To everyone's surprise, only the dwarf and the scourge mage were fighting, and the two ferocious beasts were lying on the edge of the clearing at the moment, watching the battle in the clearing with boredness.

It wasn't a fair battle between the dwarves and the mages, as the glade was so small. Even if the mage wants to release the flashing spell to widen the distance between him and the dwarf, he must be careful not to use too much force and directly hit the opposite tree trunk.

The consequence of the entanglement between the two was that the mage simply could not cast the powerful spells that had been cast for a long time, as that would undoubtedly be interrupted by the experienced dwarves.

He had to use a limited number of instantaneous range spells to attack the opponent, such as the Icicle Technique, such as the Frost Nova.

But the dwarf's shield, which was almost the size of his entire body, was obviously not of exceptional quality, and several spell attacks from the mage failed to break through its defenses.

This is a common problem of scourge mages, more precisely, frost mages, most frost spells will hit the target, in addition to directly causing impact damage, but also produce extremely low temperatures, thereby slowing down the enemy's action speed, but compared with flame spells, they lack enough power, a warrior with a shield in his hand dares to charge against the ice arrow, but few dare to be tough with the fireball technique, because that often results in the end of no bones.

The dwarf's hair and beard were covered with ice ballast, and even the blood stains on his body had solidified at the moment, but for the dwarves who grew up in the ice and snow of Danmoro since childhood, this level of cold was nothing at all, on the contrary, Brian felt quite comfortable in this temperature.

However, the dwarf's situation is also a little awkward, the frost spell still has some slow effect, his little short legs are not as sharp as the beginning, even if he knocks one or two times when chasing the mage, most of them can only break through one or two layers of defensive spells on the mage's body.

The mage is not short of magic power, the whole jar of frost power potion is drunk, the surging frost magic is about to burst him, mage armor, ice armor, ice protection, one after another defensive spells are constantly set on the body, whenever a layer of defensive spells is destroyed, the mage will not hesitate to make up a layer.

Seeing the arrival of Diego and his party, the mage was obviously a little anxious, and he could guess that his subordinates were already more than lucky.

Time is laughing at this, and the battle of chasing and fleeing passes by second. That is, until the Minotaur Shaman lowered his head and approached Diego's side.

"My sentry totem saw that Andohar had sent reinforcements again, more than a hundred, and this time they also carried meat grinders and abominations." He said with a heavy face. Obviously, just the spell fluctuations made by this scourge mage, and the Andohar side can't find the anomaly, so it's really hell.

Diego nodded, he took a step forward, and then raised his hand to the death gaze.

The next moment, gunfire erupted.

The distance between the two sides was so close that the bullet had already hit the target almost as soon as it was discharged. A cloud of orange-red flames burst out violently from the mage's body, enveloping him in flames, followed by a second shot, a third shot......

The death gaze continued to bombard violently, as if peeling an onion, and the defensive spells on the mage's body were sliced away layer by layer, until only the last layer of mage armor remained.

The Scourge Mage didn't sit still, and after a desperate scream, he unleashed the last of his magic, and a flash of bright light sent him disappear in place. But Lady Luck didn't favor him twice in one day, and there was a loud "thump" at the edge of the woodland.

The adventurers looked up and saw that the mage was lying motionless under a huge beech tree, and the unlucky beech tree trunk had even been knocked out of a human-shaped depression.

The druid closest to him morphed back into the Night Elf, walked over, fiddled with his hand twice, and then looked up.

"I'm so dead, even my neck bone is completely broken!"

Hearing this, the dwarf couldn't help but turn his head and roll his eyes at Diego.

"Hey man, this is my fight!"

"Come on, man, it's not a duel, it's not an orc fight to the death, we're fighting, and I won't hurt your honor in the slightest," he turned to look at the others, "Andohar has sent more reinforcements, we need to go." ”

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