Before dawn the next day, Diego was already leading his troops to set off.

In early autumn, the weather begins to get cooler, and the wilderness is always thick with fog in the morning and evening.

They walked by water, and the water in the night seemed dark and deep in the mist. Several clippers cut through the fog and glided silently across the water like water striders, and the long slurry sticking out of the side of the boat was like the thin feet of water striders, gently paddling the surface of the lake and pushing the hull forward.

To ensure that they are not discovered, they deliberately keep a distance from the shores of the lake. In fact, it was difficult, because the fog was so thick that they couldn't see where the shoreline was, and Arton had to test the depth of the water with pennies every step of the way to make sure they didn't get too far or too close from the shore.

They walked south along the shore of the lake for about an hour before an inconspicuous river emerged from the mist. Yellow cattails grow beneath the surface of the water, covering almost the entire estuary. It is a river south of Andorhar, running from west to east, clinging to the town and flowing into Lake Dalongmere, with two small bridges crossing the river, one leading to the Ridge of Regret and the other to Icewind.

The river was originally just a stream, and most of the domestic sewage from Andohar was discharged into this river, and with the development of the town, the river was repeatedly dredged and widened to become what it is now, but with the destruction of the city, the bottom of the river was undredged and almost silted.

Alton turned around and let out a chirp of waterfowl at the boat behind him, and the paddlers began to rock the paddle in reverse, bringing the fleet to a halt.

Diego frowned slightly—Lake Dallon Mill was polluted and no fish were left alive, and there shouldn't be any migratory waterfowl attracted to land. However, he didn't take this too seriously, and with the shriveled brain of the undead natural disaster, he shouldn't have noticed this flaw.

"Is this it?" Masrae asked, lowering his voice.

"Yes, yes, that's right!" Diego nodded, and then he saw the Night Elf plunge into the water without making any splashes or making any water sounds.

A few seconds later, a round seal surfaced, shook its pectoral fin at them, and then sank again, gone.

Everyone waited quietly, looking at the river bank in the distance, but the fog was so thick that they could only faintly see a dark shadow.

"What are we doing here?" Brian asked impatiently, he couldn't wait to get out of the lake and onto the solid shore, he hated the feeling of not being able to keep his feet on the ground.

Legend has it that at the beginning of the world, in order to transform the world faster, the Titan Kazgros created the earth spirit as his assistant out of a magical stone. Later, with the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the Earth Spirits fell into an eternal sleep, and many years later, when they woke up again, they found that their original hard rock shell had been reduced to flesh and blood. These are the dwarves, a race born out of the rocks. Now, though they are no longer solid lumps of stone, and many of the dwarves have learned to swim, they still instinctively hate water—rain, rivers, lakes, seawater...... everything that contains water, except wine.

"Be patient, Brian, don't make a sound!" Diego whispered, turning his head and glaring at the dwarf sternly.

"Okay, okay!" The dwarf muttered a few words of discontentment, then pulled a flask out of his pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips. This wonderful liquid made him feel much better, and the wet mist seemed to be less unbearable.

They waited for about a quarter of an hour, and with a slight sound of coming out of the water, the Night Elf suddenly broke through the water and jumped onto the boat. Miraculously, his hair, armor, and robes were all very dry, and not a drop of water was stained.

"How?" Diego asked eagerly.

"There aren't many undead disasters on the shore, only a small half company, stationed in an abandoned watchtower, and every quarter of an hour, a team of twelve people comes out of the watchtower and patrols along the small bridge across the river that leads to Regret Ridge." "They've just patrolled, and we've got a quarter of an hour to spare. ”

"Alright, guys, you've heard it too, let's get started!" Diego turned his head and said to everyone.

The boat turned around and paddled towards the shore, where the water was already shallow, and Diego could almost hear the sound of hard aquatic grass stalks paddling across the bottom of the boat.

They rowed a distance of about forty or fifty meters, and then with a slight crash, the bottom of the boat hit the mud at the bottom of the water, and stopped.

By this time, the sky was already slightly bright, but the fog still did not dissipate. In the faint morning light, Diego looked around, and all he could see was weeds and shrubs more than a man tall.

As he looked around, the impatient dwarf leaped out of the boat and into the weeds. But then, a swear word squirted out of his mouth.

"Oh!"

Experienced people know that in tidal flats that are not deep-water piers, the draft is deepened because of the manning, and it is difficult for small boats to get directly to the dry riverbank, and passengers have to wade through the water for a short distance to reach the shore.

Unfortunately, the dwarves don't know this, and the water here is shallow, but it's still not hard land. From the boat, the water seemed to be knee-deep at most, but when he jumped in, the water was up to his waist, and the thick mud was even up to his knees.

To his horror, he was still sinking slowly, as if some terrifying creature was dragging him down from beneath the wet mud.

"It pulls me deeper and deeper!" Brian struggled desperately in the slippery mud, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank, and almost in the blink of an eye, the surface of the water had reached his chest, soaking his beard.

"Don't move, man, don't move!" Diego shouted in a low voice. However, the dwarf who was threatened with death did not listen to a word, and he still writhed violently, trying to pull himself out of the mud.

At that moment, Diego seemed to hear footsteps coming from a distance. He jerked his head and saw the Night Elves looking at him in horror.

"Hell, they're on patrol ahead of schedule!"

"Damn it!" Diego cursed, he knew that the safest way now was to retreat and wait for the undead Scourge patrol to pass and come back, but he knew he couldn't give up on Brian and leave alone.

"It's just a gamble." He said to himself in his heart, then turned his head to look at Arton, "Go to the other ships, and retreat into the fog in the distance. ”

Arton clearly wanted to say something, but he also knew that now was not the time to be hypocritical, so he saluted Diego vigorously and left with the rest of the crew.

Dezko and Masrae both stayed behind and didn't explain to Diego, who looked at them, shook his head, sighed, but didn't say anything.

He leaned out from the bow of the ship and grabbed the dwarf by the shoulder.

"Hey, man, grab my hand!"

The dwarf turned his head and grabbed his hand in panic, like a straw for life.

"Man, don't move, don't make a sound, listen to me." Diego said in a low tone, looking into the dwarf's eyes, as if to pass courage and strength out of his gaze.

As if sensing his strength, Brian's violently struggling body slowly relaxed, and he looked at Diego in horror, waiting for him to continue.

"I won't let go, don't worry, but the undead scourge is coming, and each of us must be quiet." Diego said, "Trust me, we'll get you up in a moment." ”

Just then, he saw a bud sprout from the bow of the ship, growing forward at an alarming rate, and after a dozen seconds, the tender branch reached the dwarf's wrist, circled around it, and then hardened into a tough old branch.

"I'm sorry, that's all I can do. The aquatic plants in the water are all dead, otherwise I could have done more. The elf scratched his head and said apologetically.

"That's enough!" Brian stiffened a smile as he let go of Diego's hand, "You'll need two guns, man!" ”

Diego didn't say anything more, he lowered his body, slowly took the death gaze off his shoulder, and took a look from the grass in the direction of the riverbank.

The footsteps were getting closer, and he could even clearly hear the sound of kicked stones rolling on the ground.