It was a rare rain in the Western Plague Lands. The sky was cloudy, and the dense rain was gently fluttering like a beaded curtain, making everyone's robes wet.

The roar of dwarven artillery was heard from time to time in the north of the town, and for this battle, the Iron Wall Legion also dragged the dwarven artillery erected on the gate of the Hearthvale Valley to come. As soon as dawn came, they began to bombard intermittently, if not every few hits. The cannon was about to cool the barrel, and Diego bet the gunners would keep bombarding.

The already dilapidated Andohar was even more dilapidated under artillery bombardment, with barely any intact buildings visible. Once a small city with tens of thousands of inhabitants, this once-thriving grain trading center is now nothing but the ruins of the ruins and the looming presence of Scourge soldiers.

"Forward!" Diego shouted. Behind him, a company of Silver Dawn infantry scattered in two columns, cautiously advancing along the street.

This is a typical conical assault formation, and Brian is wearing a dwarven plate armor? Brass Beard led the way with a steel shield in hand, Diego followed with a death gaze, and the druids and minotaur shamans who had transformed into giant bears lined the flanks.

The streets of Andorhar were not wide enough for large armies to fight, and the Silver Dawn and Forsaken forces had to divide their forces into small detachments of companies and infiltrate the city center. Diego led a company of the Lark Legion, although most of them were new recruits, but with veterans as the skeleton, it seemed to be the same as the advance. Behind the assault arrows, several search teams are rushing into the buildings lining the streets, looking for possible enemies.

They attacked from the northeastern corner of Andorhar, which was once the grain trading area of Andorhar, and dozens of huge barrel granaries were scattered throughout the city that looked like bunkers.

Most of the houses on both sides of the street belonged to the wealthy grain merchants, all of them two- or three-story buildings, crowded one after the other, but they had been ravaged by wars, plagues, and all sorts of madness. After the collapse, these houses have long been dilapidated, and some have even completely collapsed, leaving only a marble foundation, which can still be seen as the wealth of the owners of the year.

Looking at the hollow houses on both sides of the street, Diego moved his index finger resting on the trigger guard, who knows how many Scourge soldiers are hidden in these ruins? He raised his head and glanced at the top of a barn in the distance, and through the rain curtain, he could vaguely see Guan Haifa's undulating body. Body. The silhouette, its fur is perfectly matched with the color of the straw around it, and if you don't know it's there, you won't be able to see it.

"Do you want to speed things up? I feel like we're going too slowly, and if we do, other companies will get ahead of us!" Brian grumbled discontentedly.

"No, man, we have an absolute numerical advantage, victory is inevitable, I don't want to die at the last moment before victory!" Diego said cautiously. He was not in a hurry at all, maybe there might be twists and turns on the local battlefield, but as long as he didn't rush forward and the coalition army crushed it with twice the strength, the Scourge Legion would not have the slightest chance, at least he hadn't heard of the Scourge Legion, which had always won by numbers, won a battle with inferior forces.

He shook off his long legs and kicked a shriveled skull off the ground. The skull flew out with a "whoosh", smashing into several petals on the crumbling door panel in the distance, and then scattered on the ground.

The muffled sound of the skull hitting the door panel startled the rookies behind them, and they clenched their weapons as if they were facing a great enemy, looking around nervously, until they saw what was going on, and then they let out a long breath and relaxed.

But at this moment, a wave of panic and panic suddenly came out of Diego's heart, it was transmitted from Guan Haifa through the soul connection, and the big cat must have discovered something!

"All on alert!" Diego shouted without hesitation.

The human soldiers nervously clenched their weapons and looked out into the distance, but the danger was not as far away as they thought. With a chaotic sound of "bang-la-la", on the roofs on both sides of the street, among the piles of rubble not far away, many tattered figures appeared in the originally empty houses. Ragged clothes, rusted weapons, rotting bodies, looming bones, all of them indicate the identity of these people - the Scourge Legion!

Just before they formed a defensive formation, a dozen crockpots the size of watermelons were thrown down from the rooftops on both sides. The clay pot shattered to pieces on the ground, and puffs of pus-green smoke erupted from the broken jar with a "poof" sound, slowly spreading in all directions.

"Hell!" Diego understood immediately what it was - in the days of his previous life. In the Gate of Retribution, the renegade royal apothecaries used this trick to pit the Alliance, the Horde, and the Scourge - an almost terrible scream erupted from his throat, "Don't stop, rush to the rooftops on both sides!" ”

The crockpots cover almost half of the streets, and it is difficult to retreat from the area of the poisonous fog in time, and now, the only way to survive is to rush to the heights!

Diego spear in hand rushed towards the dilapidated building on the right. A Scourge soldier with half of his face rotten happened to be rushing out of the building, he raised his spear and stabbed Diego hard, but before the spear could reach his body, a shotgun had already come out of his disembowel, smashed on his body, and under the huge impact, the soldier was directly broken in two and rolled back into the building.

Diego almost followed the Scourge soldiers into the building, but when he rushed into the building, he was surprised to find that there were more Scourge soldiers hiding in the building than he had ever imagined. The owner of this building seems to be very rich, and the hall on the first floor is at least twenty meters square, but at this moment, there are seventy or eighty "people" crowded into the hall on the first floor, and when you look at the past, it is full of all kinds of distorted and rotten faces of the living dead, but they are terrifying enough, and they can be called ghostly longing.

Now, even a fool can tell that it was a premeditated ambush. They almost jumped headlong into the gas trap! If it weren't for the ambushers mistaking the sound of Diego's skull hitting the door panel as a signal to activate, I'm afraid that more people would have stepped in, not now, only the front half of the line was ambushed.

Reflexively, Diego pulled the trigger.

Most of these Scourge soldiers are unarmoured, and even if they do, most of them are in tatters - maybe the Scourge didn't even think to equip them with armor, for them, the Sea of the Undead is the most economical tactic - shotguns hit these unarmored targets, the effect is surprisingly good, almost every time a gun fires, Diego will fall in front of him.

It wasn't that the Scourge soldiers didn't want to attack, but within ten yards of Diego's body, it was as terrifying as the eye of the storm, and every Scourge soldier who rushed into this range was like being swept into a death hurricane, torn to pieces by a barrage of barrages like a torrential rain.

Once again, the extra-large capacity spatial magazine of the Death Gaze came into play, and the gunfire never stopped from the moment it rang out, reverberating like thunder through the airy hall on all sides, deafening. Diego took a few steps forward while shooting, so as to make way for the people who came after, the second to rush in was the minotaur Dezko, the third was the dwarf Brian, when the fourth rushing Night Elf entered the hall, almost half of the Scourge soldiers in the room had fallen, but no one dared to cross the firepower of Diego, risking being injured by mistake to attack the Scourge soldiers, within a ninety degree angle in front of Diego, it was almost a real death zone, They didn't want to experience the power of the death gaze.

Diego kept shooting, and the barrel of the Safilon iron and Augen alloy alloy had even begun to become red-hot, and at this moment, with a soft "click", the retreating bolt was stuck by the shoots and did not reset - in just over a minute, Diego used up the entire full magazine of 100 rounds! Although there are many enemies, but the blessing of the powerful stopping effect of the shotgun is that no natural disaster soldier can break through the barrage and come up to give him a look.

Diego took out a spare magazine and replaced it, while looking at the hall on the first floor vigilantly, there were no more Scourge soldiers in the hall who could still stand, and several Disaster soldiers who were not yet dead were twitching on the ground, and their stumps were shaking unconsciously. Broken corpses and guts were everywhere, and the walls were splattered with colorful blood and pus, making it look like an abstract oil painting with the smell of blood. There was a river of blood on the ground, and my feet were slippery on it. Greasy, making a disgusting popping sound.

Diego didn't have time to take a closer look at his masterpiece, he glanced around, there were several doors in the hall leading to other rooms, two of them were open, but no movement came from inside. He finally saw a spiral staircase leading to the second floor behind the innermost arch of the hall, and the neighing sound of the undead came from above.

"Rush up, rush up to the second floor!" Diego shouted loudly and hurriedly.

He turned and looked outside. The streets were completely covered in a green poisonous mist, and from time to time there were screams from the mist, the wails of human soldiers who had not reacted quickly enough to rush into the buildings on either side, and Diego could hardly imagine their plight.

He swallowed, turned around, and ran towards the stairs as he pushed the bolt and pushed the reloaded bullet onto the chamber, but just then, a stocky figure rushed past him.

"Let me come!"

It was Brian the Dwarf, who rushed up the stairs in a few strides before disappearing at the top of the stairs with his shield in hand. A series of rapid sounds of battle came from the second floor, first with swords slashing at shields, then with the clashing of weapons, then from blocks, and finally with the crunch of warhammers smashing bones. The battle ended so quickly that before Diego and the others could finish the stairs, the dwarf's gruff voice came from above.

"Guys, hurry up, I've got it all!"