To be honest, Diego has never been so nervous as he is now, because this gun is like his second life, and most of his ability is in front of this musket, and if this gun is lost, it will be like killing him. So when he saw the death stare quietly lying in the bushes, the heart that he had been hanging suddenly fell back to its original position.

He took the gun in his arms and examined it carefully, and luckily the Safilon iron and Augen alloy provided it with enough strength that it didn't leave any bumps or scratches on the body. He let out a long sigh.

He fell to the ground again, looking in the direction of the farm, and now he had to get on with his work.

He knew that he must have been discovered, and to ensure his safety, Guan Haifa was left by his side. The big cat lurks in the bushes next to it, guarding against a possible attack again.

Through the Znik scope, Diego saw that the battle on the farm had begun to reverse, and Lokhora had run over the battlefield like a moving hill, leaving no corpses in its path. The adventurers followed the massive Rock Lord and fought the Scourge Legion back.

Diego laughed. He knew that the Scourge Legion's elaborate ambush had completely failed, and that they would have to swallow the bitter pill of defeat without follow-up reinforcements.

However, his smile did not last more than three seconds, for at the end of his line of sight, several figures in robes appeared. At the head was a guy shrouded in an ornate robe, a purple robe painted with demonic patterns, and his shoulders and waist were embroidered with evil vertical pupil patterns. He wears a delicate tiara on his head, while his face is hidden under a purple scarf.

This is a common habit of many necromancers, due to their constant association with plagues and dead corpses, most of their bodies have been eroded and impregnated by the power of death, and they exude a smell of corruption and fishiness all the time. Although they have devoted themselves to the cause of the Lich King, they don't care so much about the appearance of this body - they will eventually transform into the body of the Lich anyway, but when they appear in the limelight, they still like to hide themselves tightly. Some habits of being a living person are not something that can be changed overnight.

Dark Dean Gardin! Although he couldn't see his face, Diego recognized it at first sight. Nothing else, but the staff he held in his hand was so unique that almost everyone who saw it would never forget it. It is a staff made of demon skull, and the handle of the staff is also inlaid with many demonic fangs, and it is said that the evil power of the demon is infused into this staff, giving it unparalleled power.

The mages who followed the Dean of Darkness were dressed similarly to him, but their robes weren't as ornate, their staffs weren't as unique, and most of them were set with ordinary gems. This is normal, because most of these mages did not mix well in the magic city of Dalaran before joining the Cursed Sect - perhaps this is one of the reasons why they joined the Cursed Sect, but even if they joined the Cursed Sect, their pockets did not bulge much, but when they found that their situation had not improved much, it was too late to regret it.

However, even the poor ghost mage is enough to influence the outcome of this battle. Diego's heart sank suddenly. It is clear that the Scourge Legion did not ignore this ambush, and in fact, on the contrary, the appearance of their supreme governor in the Western Plaguelands, the administrator of the Psychic Academy, the Dark Dean Gardin, has proved this.

Without hesitation, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Red bullets whizzed out and shot at Gardin, but the Dean of Darkness only flicked his arm, and an ice barrier appeared in front of him. The flame bomb slammed into the face and shattered with a thud, but the power of the flames contained in the lava core powder had not yet exploded, and was completely annihilated by the frost power contained in the ice barrier. For the same spell, the power of the mage apprentice and the archmage is almost worlds apart.

"Hell!" Diego cursed viciously, pulling out a regular magazine from his backpack and starting to charge Death Gaze.

Beside the Dark Dean, other Scourge mages began to join the fray, targeting the adventurers around the Rock Lord. It doesn't matter why they didn't go into battle in the first place, whether it was to assess the strength of the enemy or to test the combat effectiveness of the Scourge soldiers.

Ice spears, ice arrows, and arcane missiles ......, and one after another dazzling spells flew towards the adventurers, almost in the blink of an eye, curbing their attack. They had to duck behind Lockhora to dodge the tidal wave of spell attacks. The two warriors lack the powerful means of long-range attacks, and the giant bear cannot condense the moonlight during the day, only the minotaur shaman, and can occasionally summon a lightning arrow, which can give the mages a while, but with the overwhelming spells of the mages, it is a drop in the bucket, to no avail, they are completely suppressed. It's made!

To add insult to injury, not all of these Scourge casters are mages, they must have a few more warlocks. The warlocks stood together and began to join forces to channel a powerful spatial spell. As the spell progressed, a dimensional rift suddenly appeared beside Lockhora.

Banishment! It is a cheating spell that banishes summoned elementals or demons back to their original plane, and its power depends on the strength of the warlocks themselves, and it is said that a powerful warlock once used it to banish the famous Flame Lord Baron Garton.

As a rock lord, Lokhora was obviously not so easy, he struggled violently, resisting the tearing of the spatial rift, and the energy generated by the collision and annihilation of the elemental power and the spatial power was scattered like a blade, cutting dazzling sparks in its rock skin.

But there were too many warlocks, and after a few minutes, even though the adventurers frantically stormed the defenses of the Scourge soldiers, trying to interrupt the warlocks' spell casting, the Rock Lord was still pulled into the spatial rift.

"My minotaur friend, I'm sorry I couldn't help you this time......" The spatial rift, Lockhora shouted intermittently, but before he could finish speaking, the spatial rift was closed again. It was banished back to the Earth Elemental Plane, and according to the rules of the plane, it could not be summoned again for a while.

Without the earth elemental's block, the Scourge soldiers rushed again, these puppets controlled by the Lich King didn't know what fear was, and the heavy blow that Lockhora had just done to them didn't affect their morale at all. And because of the participation of the Scourge spellcasters, the situation of the adventurers has just become even more serious.

To add insult to injury, they also lost long-range fire support, because Diego was also in a predicament at the moment, and he was dragged by the Dark Dean!