In the air, Diego only had time to turn around with the inertia of taking off, then lowered his head and chest, raised his hands to protect his head, and he didn't even have time to pull the drawstring of his parachute cloak - in fact, at this altitude, even if he pulled, the parachute could not be opened - there was a loud bang behind him, and his head was thrown back by inertia and slammed into the roof. The sound of the tiles cracking beneath him was endless, but fortunately Diego was carrying a demon cloth bag, which, along with the parachute lining in his cloak, served a little bit of protection. Diego was dizzy from the fall, his ears buzzing, and the burning pain between his chest and abdomen.

He tried to move his limbs, trying to get up from the ground, but when he moved, his stomach twitched, and he felt a hot current rushing down his esophagus, a bit like he wanted to vomit after drinking too much, he quickly tilted his head, opened his mouth, and vomited all the contents of his stomach with a wow.

After spitting, my chest was smooth and I felt much more comfortable. But the vomit mixed with blood, bile, stomach acid, wine, and half-digested bacon gave off a disgusting smell next to his face. He struggled, writhing like a maggot and moved to the side to avoid his creation.

He lay motionless on the roof, gasping for breath until someone came running from the castle.

"If there is such a big movement, someone should come and take a look." He thought dizzily.

The man ran to his side, slapped him twice on the cheek, and then brushed his eyelids away.

Diego vaguely saw a face appear in front of him, one with a pair of golden eyes.

"Are you alright, Diego?" The man asked in a low voice, which sounded fluttering, as if it had come from far away, but Diego could hear that its owner was Masrae.

"It's not bad, it's a bit of a concussion." Diego tried to speak, but there was a burning pain in his chest, and he heard a moan like a cat's meow squeeze out of his throat.

In fact, the Night Elves looked at his decaying appearance and miserable half-section of the tower, and knew what was happening. A soft green light bloomed in the palm of his hand, and then slowly soaked into Diego's body. Diego only felt a chill between his chest and abdomen, which had been burning all the time, and the burning sensation gradually died out.

Rejuvenation, a soothing spell that is best suited for healing the body. Body. The internal damage was extremely effective for the damage to the internal organs and the skull, and Diego only felt an itch in his throat, and he sat up with a heart-rending cough, and clumps of dark red sticky phlegm blurted out and spread on the ground. The feeling of chest congestion that I used to feel felt felt much better all of a sudden.

Masrae performed another rejuvenation spell on his head, and the effect was immediate, and he felt his sight and hearing slowly returning. He turned his head to see the Night Elves looking at him with concern.

"Hey, man, the way you just looked scared me." The druid said in shock. He pinched Diego to see if any bones were broken. But today was Diego's lucky day, and although he was covered in bruises, his bones remained intact and not a single one was broken.

"Good luck, man!" Masrae slapped him the back, and Diego grinned in pain, and he bet his entire back was now bruised.

"Uh, damn it, man, can you light it up?" He protested weakly.

At that moment, a loud thud of a heavy object striking the gate came from beneath the castle, and Masrae listened for a moment, then stood up.

"I've got to go down and help, the Crusaders are attacking the gates!" He said with a solemn expression, "Your injuries are no longer serious, all that remains is to need a quiet rest." ”

Diego didn't speak, he waved his hand softly, motioning for Masrae to go about his business.

The footsteps faded away, and Masrae departed. Diego sat on the ground, looking around a little dazedly, not knowing what he could do now.

Not far away, however, a round object came into his view. The transparent glass casing reflected a faint glow in the dim moonlight.

It's that bottle of Fireplace Valley! It's a trace! This glass bottle fell from such a high place and didn't break! Diego vaguely remembered that something seemed to hit him in the stomach when he fell, and it seemed to be this thing.

He moved over with difficulty, picked up the bottle tremblingly, uncorked it, and took a big sip of it to his mouth. Under the agitation of the tongue, the alcohol washed back and forth in the mouth, and the mouth that had just been knocked out hurt under the stimulation of the alcohol. Immortal. Desire. Dead, he opened his mouth and squirted out the alcohol that had finished his mouth with a pop. Now, the strange smell of vomiting in my mouth is finally gone.

The intense pain cleared Diego's brain, which had been muddy.

"I've got to do something." He said to himself in his heart. But before he could do that, he had to retrieve his weapon. Death Gaze just fell off his hand when he jumped off the building, and he didn't know where he fell.

He struggled to his feet and searched the rooftop.

For Diego, the death gaze was no longer just a matter of a gun, a weapon, it was his partner, his brother, his second life. Without this musket in his hand, Diego always felt empty and insecure.

A few minutes later, Diego had to sigh again at the good fortune of the day, because he saw that his love gun was not far away, lying quietly in a broken brick.

As if he had come to life all of a sudden, Diego, who had been faltering, suddenly regained his spirits, and he strode over and picked up the death stare from the ground.

Diego let out a long sigh and put his gun in front of him to scrutinize it. The heavy barrel, cast with Safron iron and Augen, withstood the test perfectly, not even a single pockmark came out, and the handguard and butt made from the old branches of the ancient tree of war did not leave any scratches. After the examination, Diego held the death gaze tightly in his arms, closed his eyes, and sniffed the metal of the barrel with satisfaction, feeling that his whole body was full of strength.

The sound of the knock on the door from downstairs became more rapid, and Diego straightened up and walked towards the ridge.

"I'm not dead, scum! Well, it's time for you guys to pay some price! He said to himself.