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Over the next week, Diego and his gang raided Darson's Farm and the Haunted House, destroying the Cauldron of Plague that the Scourge had set up there. Truth be told, Andorhar apparently didn't realize their true purpose, and simply sent reinforcements to repair them, as they had done with the small Scarlet Crusaders in the past.

This apparently gave the adventurers more opportunities to surround and help, and they even took the time to kill the carbine, and re-destroyed the Cauldron of the Plague Farm, which had just been repaired by the Scourge Legion.

This series of battles was wonderful and exciting for the others, who traveled back and forth in the vicinity of Andorhar, and the essence of sports warfare was brought to full play, but for their "master tactician" Diego, it seemed a little uninspiring.

This kind of fighting life of slaughtering the belly of the fish is really too boring for him. But luckily, there are always one or two unexpected waves that surprise him in this monotonous battle.

During the raid on the Haunted House, they obtained a journal from the caretaker of the Cauldron of the Calamity, a Warlock of the Cursed Sect, through which they finally learned the origin of the eerie name.

That was before the Scourge War, when the Cultists of the Cursed were trying to obtain a secret nest. Frightened by the horrors of these days and nights of howling, the frightened farmer's family sold their property to the Cursed Cult at a low price and went to relatives in the town of Brill. The Cultists of the Damned, who succeeded in their treacherous scheme, then dispersed the spirits, so the sheriff who came from Andorhar did not find out the truth of the matter after several investigations, but the name of the Howling Haunted House gradually spread in the Andohar region.

On the last day of the week, they found a campsite in a small valley east of Darsun Farm, which was dry and leeward, and the light of the campfire was not easily visible.

The pot of the campfire was boiling shelf-stable foods such as hard jerky and sun-dried porcini mushrooms, and even the spring water for cooking rice was brought by them.

While they waited around the campfire for dinner to be cooked, they sat together and discussed their next plan of action.

"We've destroyed three cauldrons of plague, what's next?" The orc blood spear was the first to ask.

"Of course it's all broken, these plague cauldrons are the source of the contamination and corrosion of the entire Western Plague Lands, and we must get rid of them all." Dezko said firmly.

Diego couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect that the always gentle Minotaur would be so stubborn when it comes to matters of faith, and if it is not corrected, this stubbornness will lead everyone to the ditch.

Diego drew a rudimentary topographical map on the ground, and then nodded: "You can see, we have attacked three of the four farms in the Western Plaguelands, and now even a fool like the Blood Spear can guess where we are going to fight next, can't Andohal guess?" ”

"To be honest, I don't really know where to hit next." The orc grunted aggrievedly.

Diego glared at him fiercely, and Dezko laughed.

"Maybe we can do something else first, like going to Darsong Farm, maybe the Scourge has already repaired the plague cauldron there." Masrae suggested that he was always on Diego's side.

"No, I can sense the Earth Spirit's feelings, and this is where it hurts the most right now," he said stubbornly, poking the stone representing Gallon's farm with his carrot-thick fingers, "We're here to fight!" ”

Diego resisted the urge to slap his head. He knew that shamans had always been regarded as wise prophets in the tribe, because they were often able to lead their tribes to prey and avoid calamity with the help of the revelations of the spirits of all things. However, due to the corrosion and pollution of the natural plague, the plants in the western plague land have withered, life has declined, and it is almost impossible to see living things, and most of the elements here have been tortured into madness, and more often they only emit curses and whispers full of pain and hatred, and there is no reason at all. Diego even suspected that the anxiety and stubbornness that Dezko was now displaying were in some way influenced by the chaotic emotions of the elements.

"Listen to me, man, I'm not saying we're not going to fight here, we can wait a little longer, when the Scourge relents a bit......" he patiently explained.

"But you are not a shaman, Diego, my friend, you can't appreciate the pain and suffering of the elementals, they have had enough and are not willing to hold on any longer! The elementals are not good old men without a little temper, and when they unleash the fury of their hearts, all of Azeroth trembles! ”

"Well, man, I'm not a shaman......" Diego couldn't help but roll his eyes - you have a point, I'm speechless! But in reality, he knew the power of the elementals better, because he had clearly seen how the angry elementals were destroyed by the cataclysm a few years later.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and the atmosphere became silent. At this time, Brian, who has been silent? Copperbeard suddenly interjected. As an old dwarf who has lived for a long time, he also has a lot of experience in how to deal with the mud.

"Instead of arguing here, let's go to Gallon Farm and see if the Scourge has hoarded heavy troops there waiting for us to send them to the door!"

"That's fine, if there are really many enemies, I won't ask everyone to go with me to die!" As if apologizing for his irritability, Dezko whispered softly.

"Well, if there really are no traps, I don't mind if everyone goes and does it together." Diego hurriedly unleashed his kindness, and in any respect, the Minotaur Shaman was a loyal friend, even if he was a little bit of a tendon now.

"So, what are we waiting for?" The orc said excitedly, as long as there is a battle, this war maniac can always be happy.

"Wait until dawn!" Dezko slapped him on the back of the head, "We have to eat and sleep too!" ”

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