The chaos caused by the druids was fleeting, and by the time Diego left the mine for the last time, the goblins had regained order and regrouped to resist pressure from both the druids and the warriors. Although they were inferior in size and strength, their various strange weapons, which emitted sparks and explosions from time to time, played a great role, but they managed to barely maintain the situation.

This huge underground cavern is the size of half a football field, and countless smoke-emitting pine resin torches illuminate the place, providing enough light for both sides of the battle. Diego saw four tunnels leading to the place, and in two of them, goblin overseers were driving the miners in. Although these miners have little merit in terms of fighting will or combat effectiveness, they have allowed the goblins to gain a numerical advantage.

However, the addition of these miners also made the cave crowded, and the two sides of the battle were not as clear as they were at the beginning, and the camps were clearly divided. The hollow is full of people, you have me, I have you, and it is as chaotic as a quagmire.

Diego picked up his gun, and as soon as he blasted a rushing goblin in the face, another boar-man miner wielding a pickaxe had already arrived in front of him. Before the pickaxe fell, Diego raised his bayonet lightly and stabbed forward with the momentum, piercing the boar man in half, the sharp bayonet cutting through the skin, flesh and bones without difficulty, but without much obstacle, making him feel as if he were just piercing through a piece of silk.

But there was a commotion everywhere in the cave, and before he could draw his bayonet, another goblin overseer had already swung his scimitar at him. Diego dodged the ferocious attack and kicked the guy out of the way. He withdrew his death gaze and stepped back. He realizes that this kind of melee is not at all what a hunter should be in, and he must play to his advantage.

However, in comparison, this kind of hand-to-hand combat is very much in line with the appetite of the Minotaurs. Among the goblins. Dezko slaughtered as hard as he could, wielding his battle axe as he felt for a totem that flashed purple and stuck it on the ground. Light wind elementals erupted from above, making each Minotaur more agile. It's also faster to attack. Immediately afterward, he removed the hand shield from his waist and rushed towards the densest concentration of goblins, but this time, he did not wave the shield for defense. Instead, he rammed his enemies with his thorny shield and knocked them away.

Diego retreated to a stone wall, surveyed the battlefield and found that he could not support the minotaurs. If you shoot rashly, it is easy to cause accidental injury.

"I need a commanding height." He said to himself in his heart. His eyes wandered over the surrounding rock faces, and he quickly found the ideal spot. High up in the rock wall, four or five meters above the ground, there was a rock that protruded like a balcony, and a cave more than a man high was carved into the wall behind the rock. A light was shining through the cave.

He looked down to see the small door under the balcony. The small door was a bit shorter than the caverns leading to the various mines, and it didn't appear to have been carved out for the purpose of mining ore.

He avoided the chaotic crowd and moved along the stone wall towards the small gate, but the crowd was so chaotic that he had to use his bayonet and rifle butt to flover at least three goblins with no eyes. He softly pushed open the inconspicuous door and stepped inside.

Compared to the noisy battlefield outside, this tunnel is much quieter and much darker. Diego cautiously picked up his gun and walked inside. However, there were no sentries or guards along the way. It seems that ordinary goblins are not allowed to enter the place, and the invaders have not discovered the place for a short time, and Diego seems to be the first uninvited visitor here.

The tunnel turned in a zigzag shape like a staircase a few times, a few minutes later. Diego came to the very end of a tunnel, which was a closed oak door. Just as he was laughing at himself about whether to go up and knock on the door, the door suddenly opened by itself, and a short figure appeared in the doorway.

Bright lights poured out of the door, pulling the man's shadow for the long man. Diego subconsciously narrowed his eyes to reduce the amount of light that pierced his eyes.

Standing in the doorway was a goblin. He carried an iron lantern, a hammer in the other, and a flickering headlamp above his head, the beams of light swaying back and forth with his vision.

By the light of the doorway, Diego saw a small box under the goblin's armpit. Seeing this scene, even a fool can see what this guy is going to do, yes, this goblin leader is going to run away. But speaking of which, the chaotic situation below is very likely to be successfully slipped away by him.

"Who are you?" The goblin asked in surprise at the sight of Diego, but he immediately realized that this person was not one of his employees.

Before Diego could hesitate to catch him alive, the goblin decisively threw the lantern in his hand and turned around and fled into the room. The lantern slammed into the jagged rock wall, shattering, and goblin fuel spilled from it everywhere, covering the entire width of the tunnel. Almost in the blink of an eye, the fuel oil, a mixture of flaming powder and strong rum - the high burn value fuel often used as fuel for Goblin Rocket Boots - burst into flames more than a man high.

However, the fire didn't buy him much time, and a few seconds later, with the sound of a gunshot, a cold frost appeared on the flame, completely extinguishing it in the blink of an eye. Immediately after, the human hunter burst out of the tunnel.

At this time, the goblin had just run to the balcony leading to the Great Cave. Diego didn't even think much about it before he shot him.

The goblin let out a scream and fell off the balcony. Even in the room, Diego heard the sound of corpses falling to the ground, followed by the sound of boxes shattering and gold coins scattered all over the floor. But for the great cavern, which was filled with screams, weapon blocks, and roars and curses, the fall of this goblin did not even cause a wave to attract anyone's attention. Even the most greedy goblin overseer didn't pay attention to the gold scattered underground—and even if they did, no one would really bend down to pick up the money without the warhammer overhead.

Diego didn't realize who he had just killed, and he strode to the balcony, a sniper position of great tactical value, where he could snipe at any corner of the hall with ease. But as he passed the wooden table in the middle of the room, something on it caught his attention. He stopped and picked it up.

It was a letter that had not yet been sent, the content of the letter was very short, written in the lingua franca of mankind, and Diego opened it and read it:

"Your Excellency Grand Foreman Razdenk, I salute you.

I've been here for a month now, and I've managed to find the Bloodrock Vein, but based on our surveys, the reserves of this vein are not as rosy as we thought, and it may not take more than a year to deplete. So I don't agree to the request of the old woman of the Terrible Totem Clan, because it doesn't seem to me worth the risk of angering the Bloodhoof Chief for the sake of such a small vein.

Your faithful Fitzprok, written in Mogoray in August of the twenty-second year of the Dark Gate. ”

Looking at the letterhead, Diego suddenly realized that he seemed to have discovered a remarkable secret.

Diego hesitated, tossed the parchment back onto the table, and headed out for the balcony. He knew that the information found by a minotaur was more easily believed than the one he found, especially to the minotaur chief of Thunder Bluff. (To be continued.) )