Diego had just run up the stairs when he saw Tyran and Dezko standing in the doorway looking out, and when they saw Diego running up, they were all looking at him with questioning faces.

"You go on, leave the above to me." Diego swept past them like a gust of wind and ran towards the third floor. As he ran, he swapped the Death Gaze for a shotgun magazine, the crusaders who climbed in from the roof couldn't have climbed with heavy shields, and the shotguns should be powerful enough.

Approaching the staircase to the third floor, Diego slowed down and tiptoed down the stairs to peek up. He had come here farther than he had from the trap on the roof, but he had come all the way, and the crusaders would not have dared to rush all the way, they would have to touch it little by little, and they would not have arrived here sooner than he did.

Sure enough, after about half a minute, he heard the sound of iron shoes stomping on the ground in the distance, not a heavy plate armor shins, but a much more fragmented sound, more like the sound of the chain links of chainmail combat boots shaking.

Immediately afterward, a crusader soldier dressed as an archer turned around the corner of the stairs. He had an arrow on the bowstring in his hand, but it didn't pull it away. When he saw Diego's face, he froze.

"Hey, good evening!" Diego grinned and smiled in what he thought was friendly. He and the archers exchanged shots for half a night, and it was the first time that they had come face to face so closely.

"There's someone here!" The archer screamed loudly, and he subconsciously pulled the bowstring tightly, however, his pulling of the string was no match for the speed at which Diego pulled the trigger. A brilliant orange-red flame burst into the muzzle of the gun, and dozens of steel projectiles erupted from the chamber, knocking the archer backwards and falling to the ground.

For archers, who were accustomed to shooting from a distance, indoor close-quarters combat (CQB) was clearly not what they were good at, and even the death of their companions did not allow them to react properly. Just behind the dead man, another archer came out from around the corner - not because he didn't want to stop, but because he was so hasty that he didn't have time to stop. In fact, by the time the first gunshot rang out, he had already taken a leg out.

The gunshot rang out again, and he stumbled and fell directly to the ground, cleanly cut off his soul by death.

There was a scream from behind the corner, and the archers finally realized what had happened. Several sharp arrows continued to shoot from around the corner towards the staircase. But these aimless scatters posed no threat to Diego, and the nearest arrow was at least two yards away from him.

Under the cover of this chaotic noise, Diego silently walked up the stairs like a cat, and then turned to one side and fired two random shots around the corner. The disemboweling shotgun shot against the corner of the wall and into the hallway, striking diagonally across the wall. Like rain hitting plantains, dense steel balls splashed and crackled the granite walls. Diego heard a few muffled cries of pain from the corner, and it was clear that someone had been injured by a stray bullet that bounced.

Diego crouched down, his musket diagonally aimed around the corner. These two shots were not intended to cause much damage, but to lure the enemy. Because most Dwarven muskets are single-shot and must be reloaded after firing, some double-barreled muskets can fire up to two rounds in a row. The Crusader infantrymen who had stormed the castle gates had had enough of the death gazing at the oversized magazines, and these archers didn't necessarily know it.

However, no one rushed out to attack Diego, not because they knew it was a trap, but because they were terrified by the rain of fire from Death Gaze! Diego heard a jumble of footsteps moving away, they were retreating!

Diego was overjoyed, and with a leap of fish, he jumped out of the corner.

What came into his eyes were three archers who were bent and ready to fight!

They stood against the wall, their bows were full, everyone's faces were flushed, it seemed that they had been holding on for a while, and if Diego didn't come out again, they probably wouldn't last long.

"Oh, this is a pit!" A thought popped through his mind.

Diego subconsciously pulled the trigger, but at the same time, the three archers also let go of the arrows in their hands.

As if in slow motion, Diego watched as three sharp arrows flew towards him, one of which collided with a dense projectile, bursting out a few sparks, and then bounced off with a "buzz". The other two arrows slashed a short distance like an oolong out of a hole, and stabbed him in the chest with two clanging sounds.

As if someone had been stabbed with the hilt of a spear, Diego felt a thrust in his chest, and then fell to the ground like a salted fish.

"Damn it! This doesn't feel like John Woo at all! Diego cursed angrily. However, the three archers on the opposite side were much worse than him, and the light chain mail on their bodies could not stop the bullets from penetrating at all, and they were covered in blood and like fountains. This made Diego feel a lot more comfortable.

He strained his arms and tried to get up from the ground. But a sharp pain came from his chest, and his arms went limp, and he fell to the ground again. He grinned and put his hand on his chest, and pressed it hard to endure the pain, but fortunately, the ribs were not broken, it was the skin on his chest. Meat. It's very swollen. Once again, Mithril Scale Armor saved his life.

At that moment, there was a rush of footsteps at the arch at the end of the corridor, and the archers who had just pretended to leave had returned!

He propped up his upper body and struggled to move towards the wall, then raised his death stare and aimed in the direction of the arch. But before he could pull the trigger, a yellow shadow swooped out from behind him, swooping down on the group of archers who had rushed into the hallway.

Guan Haifa's appearance caused the archers to fall into a panic, and they bent their bows and arrows in panic, but the sharp arrows they shot could not catch the trace of the big cat at all, and could only shoot a little spark on the ground behind it that was constantly dodging.

The big cat's ears were pursed back and it rushed into the crowd like a swimming fish. Its enchanted fangs tore through their chain mail with ease, its claws slicing through their muscles like daggers, but the archers didn't have time to aim, the ferocious creature jumped, turned, and accelerated all the time, often catching its presence with their eyes, only to disappear the next.

More than one archer angrily dropped his bow and drew his dagger from his waist. But they were so caught up in the sea that they had completely forgotten the more deadly threat in the distance.