"Over the wall?" Masrae looked at the walls on either side of the alley, the ancient smooth stone walls were as tall as two of his own, the stones were so tightly connected that even the tip of a knife could not be inserted, and the trolls would not give him and Diego time to climb over the walls.

"Hey, man, figure it out!" He shouted at Diego, a whistling troll throwing spear against his sharp kiss and trembling violently. He was so frightened that he suddenly retracted the bear's head.

However, at this time, Diego was also a little at a loss. He was worried that the witch doctor would continue to throw poison jars, and that it would be fine if it was poison, but it would be bad if it was gunpowder, but I had heard that few trolls were well-versed in engineering, so this should not be the case.

"...... with gunpowder, wait!" Diego suddenly remembered something, and he jerked the demon backpack to his chest and found it inside. A few minutes later, when he flipped his palm again, a short red rod appeared in his palm.

If you're new to goblin engineering, you'll be hard pressed to recognize this thing - the Type II improvised bomb! It looked like an oversized cigar, as thick as a wrist, with a lead sticking out of one end. This is more troublesome, and you have to find fire first when using it.

Here's how the goblins introduced it: a fool-type bomb for adventurers who don't know anything about goblin engineering, and almost never explodes in your hand. Just by looking at the advertising slogans, you can see how unreliable this bomb is - in fact, this is the characteristic of most goblin engineering products - is not accurate. But Diego had pulled out the bombs that he had made himself, and they were very reliable, and he didn't want them to blow himself up before they were even shot.

Diego pulled a dwarven pipe stuffed with tobacco leaves from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, and lit it on fire. This pipe was given to him by the old hunter Naisinwari at the previous time. But in order to prevent the smell of tobacco on his body from being discovered by the beasts, he had never opened meat, and today he enjoyed it.

He took a hard puff and smoked the tobacco red. Then he lit the fuse of the bomb on the pipe and threw it vigorously. Before the dropped bomb hit the ground, he had already lit a second bomb and threw it. Then the second, the third......

He threw out a full ten in one go before he stopped.

Bombs exploded one after another outside the alley, making a deafening loud noise.

But it's not so much a bomb as a tear gas. The damage it did wasn't as big as Diego had imagined, because there were no fragments of the iron shell, and the shock wave of gunpowder alone didn't do much damage, but instead the billowing smoke from the fierce burning of crude gunpowder powder and salt in the stone made the trolls who were lurking in the darkness cough. Tears and snot flowed all over his face.

"Masrae, what are you waiting for?" Diego bit his pipe and indistinctly shouted at the surprised bear. With that, he stood up from the ground with his hand and strode towards the entrance of the alley.

At this moment, Governor Diego possessed.

He strode forward with the flames that had not yet been completely extinguished, the tobacco in front of his face was extinguished, and the musket in his hand roared. Honestly, this kind of pipe-sting. The feeling of shooting and bombarding while walking is really emotional.

He walked through the smoke of gunfire, spears thrown indiscriminately flew past him through the billowing smoke at the mouth of the alley, but could not stop him.

But he hadn't gone a few steps when he saw a behemoth pass him and rush out of the alley. In the darkness outside the alley, there was a violent roar and the screams of the trolls.

As soon as Diego stepped out of the alley, he saw a large field of troll zombies staggering towards him. He couldn't help but laugh a little, it seems that this witch doctor is just that.

Let's be honest. Aside from playing with poison jars and zombies, this research-based tech nerd isn't very good at combat, and he doesn't even know the usual attack spells used by troll witch doctors, such as curses of pain or voodoo arrows.

Diego shot violently, and the zombies fell to the ground one after another, easier than cutting wheat.

When there were more than thirty corpses lying underground, the trolls' will to fight finally collapsed.

In the darkness, I don't know who shouted first. In the blink of an eye, the trolls were scattered. Fleeing through the gaps in the ruins, most of them in the direction of the dense forests to the west. Trolls are insidious and cunning, but not stupid, they tend to retreat when they encounter an enemy that they can't resist, and they know very well that humans can't see anything in the dark, so they will never chase into the jungle, as long as they escape into safety.

Diego fired another shot, then lowered the muzzle. Since these guys no longer pose a threat, there is no need for him to kill them all. He turned around and saw that his big cat was jumping out of a gap with something in its mouth.

When the big cat stepped into the light, Diego finally knew why Zangier hadn't reappeared, and attacked them - Guan Haifa had a green arm in his mouth, and in that hand he was holding a jar of poison, which apparently once belonged to a troll witch doctor.

He looked up into the distance, and by the light of the campfire in the ruins, he saw that one of the trolls running towards the jungle was obviously missing an arm, and was running unbalancedly.

"Don't you chase him?" The druid slammed his paw over the last enemy who dared to continue pestering him, and said as he looked at the trolls who had already run away.

"He has no enmity with me, I will kill him!" Diego said angrily.

"Aren't you afraid that he will seek revenge on you?"

"Uh, this shouldn't be on our heads, right?" Diego groaned for a moment and said, "He brought it on himself, who told him to take Staven in?" He should have foreseen the consequences. ”

"But I'm afraid he doesn't think so." Masrae said,

"So I have to kill him, right?" Diego looked at him strangely, "When have you been so cruel and murderous?" ”

"Of course not, I just don't want the voodoo potion he studied to be circulated, and the unclean things used to desecrate the undead shouldn't be in this world in the first place."

Diego was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I think you're right."

He slowly replaced Death Gaze with a normal magazine, then picked it up, aiming for the darkness in the distance, the direction in which Zangir had fled.

Seconds later, he fired a shot.

"That's it." He lowered his gun and said calmly.

"That's it?" Masrae shouted in disbelief.

"The Mark of the Hunter, I marked him when he fled." Diego explains that this is a typical hunter's spell, and that the hunter can mark his target with guò arcane energy - of course, Diego uses the light energy to release this spell, and that the target with this mark will hardly escape the hunter's vision, even stealth or stealth.

Masrae looked at him suspiciously, a little unconvinced that it was so easy to solve. He finally decided to take a look from afar, but not now. The jungle in the middle of the night is dark and dangerous, and the devil knows what is hidden inside.

The trolls who were entrenched in this ruin died and ran, and for a moment, the place was much cleaner. But they didn't dare to go to the temple - the place was so weird - but they lit a bonfire in a sheltered corner and began to prepare for today's dinner, and to tell the truth, after a great battle, two men and a leopard were starving.

Sitting in front of the warm campfire, Diego was a little stunned, and his revenge was avenged, but he was not happy at all, as if the world could no longer make him happy. The passion and joy of arriving in Azeroth is ridiculous and childish when I think about it now. He was even surprised that he was at a loss, not knowing what he was going to do next, and completely lost his purpose, as if his mind had been hollowed out, and he had completely lost interest in exploring Azeroth again.

"What's wrong with me?" (To be continued.) )