Since there is no need to sneak, it is much faster to return to the lower level than when you came up. The strongest resistance they encountered along the way was nothing more than the hateful gazes cast by a few dying Black Iron Overseers.

When the two of them returned to the mines below, Diego found that Tanok Frosthammer had done even better than he had imagined, and that most of the slave laborers - dwarves and humans as well as human - and Diego had even seen a few gnomes - had been organized and were methodically heading in the direction of the cave. Some had weapons snatched from the Black Iron Overseers, but many more had pickaxes, shovels, and the like.

A dozen gnolls and slaves followed them slowly, but these wall grasses could only fight with the wind, and they could not be counted on at the critical moment.

But Tanok Frosthammer didn't seem to be counting on them. He skillfully commanded the strongest slaves at the forefront of the ranks, while the battle axes, hammers, shields, and armor snatched from the overseers were armed with these men who could keep the ranks out of chaos if they encountered the guards.

"Hurry, hurry!" He shouted loudly at the side of the line, he wasn't afraid to alarm the Black Iron Dwarven guards outside the cave, in fact, the slaves' previous battle with the Black Iron Overseers must have alarmed them. What he had to do now was to rush out with the slaves before the guards were on guard, rather than being caught in a hole urn.

Diego found that he didn't need to do anything anymore, and that things had gotten to this point that were completely out of his control. As a tech nerd, commanding operations is not something he's good at.

"Well done, Tanok, even if I did it myself, I couldn't have done it better than you." He affectionately shouted the name of the Copperbeard Dwarf, admiring that he was putting gold in his face, and in fact, his command skills were far from that of the Copperbeard Dwarf Lieutenant.

However, this is also an indication of his attitude, he has no intention of taking command of Tañok Frosthammer, and in this regard, he is still very self-aware. But on the other hand, he is very confident in his own combat effectiveness, which makes him eager to join the front-line battle and make a big fight.

"What do we need to do?" He asked eagerly.

"We need spearheads, Your Excellency!" The lieutenant thought for a moment and said, he pointed to the advancing slaves, "Although they are strong, they are not good warriors, at best they are only a group of recruits who have not experienced the baptism of war, they need a role model, a backbone!" ”

"I think I get it." Diego comprehended, isn't he just a stalwart of battle, he feels that he is still up to the task, especially after taking down a priest with an axe, his confidence is even more swelling.

"You're in the back, taking care of the others." Diego turned to Masrae. The latter obeyed his orders - although the dislocated arm had been reset, he could not adapt to the fierce fighting, but he could still survive with some treatment or something.

Diego hurried to the front of the queue and easily joined in. His human appearance was not uncommon among the slaves, and the desire for freedom did not notice the difference between him and the ragged ones, and it was indeed difficult for them to notice this in the dimly lit mines.

They navigated the dimly lit tunnels, a labyrinth of dwarven creatures like other dwarven buildings, and if Diego hadn't been here many times before, he would have been lost in the vast underground cavern, and as for the slaves, they were already dizzy, and they were often confined to a small area, and few could walk through the entire mine.

They had spent about three quarters of an hour in the cave, and many of the slaves were already wondering if Diego was on the right path. But Diego was worried, but he was worried that the Black Iron Dwarves were well prepared—three quarters of an hour, and even the dullest would be ready. They didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, but Diego knew that that didn't mean the Black Iron Dwarves had given up, and they must be regrouping their defenses, waiting to strike a fatal blow somewhere.

Just before the patience of the slaves was exhausted, when they turned a corner, a miraculous river appeared before them. It is a river of lava made of flowing lava, and from time to time agitated lava splatters up and rushes to both banks. The banks on both sides of the river are very steep and almost upright, but after thousands of years of erosion, all that can be melted has been carried away by the lava flow, and all that remains on the banks of the river is black iron ore that can withstand high temperatures. Unfortunately, no one can mine these rare ores, and in fact, it is very difficult to even get close to them.

But just above this moat-like river, there is a stone bridge that is ingenious. The Black Iron Dwarves had proudly claimed that this miraculous creation had been designed and supervised by Crohn Cast Iron, but the Copperbeard Dwarves and Brutehammer Dwarves scoffed at it. Indeed, in Diego's view, the bridge was more of a natural occurrence, more than thirty meters long, but probably less than two meters wide, with neither railings nor slings, and looked more like a long stone slab that had been flattened. Diego estimates that there will be up to three people abreast, and if there are more, someone will inevitably be squeezed down.

The other end of the stone bridge was completely dark at the moment, and no one could see the situation there. But it wasn't that dark over there, but few could see the other side of the relatively dark shore obscured by the steep river compared to the dazzling lava river. However, Diego estimates that it should be the same on the other side.

But even so, someone still saw the white round spot about the size of a pot lid at the end of the darkness.

"I see the hole!" A human slave shouted in ecstasy, and he strode forward, completely ignoring Diego's shout. Under his leadership, more slaves also rushed to the bridge. At this moment, the desire for freedom completely suppresses the fear of the unknown ahead.

At that moment, the sound of muskets resounded through the cave.

"Get down!" Diego yelled as he rolled toward the rock wall on one side.

But the slaves were not as quick as he was, and they fell down like a field of wheat being harvested, and the slaves on the bridge screamed and fell off the bridge, but they did not stir up a single wave.

Diego was almost completely helpless. He never thought he would be as powerless as he was now, this gulf-like chasm blocked the whole team,

Diego finally realizes that hunters are not suitable for spearheads, they are better suited for the role of fire support or snipers, and while hunters are also capable of camouflage and reconnaissance in the wilderness, in times of rapid assault like this, thieves or warriors are undoubtedly more suitable for spearheads. The former's stealth and dismantling traps can help them silently reach the enemy and launch a surprise attack; The latter's heavy armor will help it take more damage to attract more firepower.

He hid in the corner of the wall in pain, staring blankly at the stone wall opposite, where there was an iron ring for a torch, but it was empty, and there was nothing.

He looked away a little dazedly, but he suddenly realized that he seemed to be ignoring something, and almost instinctively looked back again.

"Hoop ......, torches ......," he thought subconsciously, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning, "Torches? ”

Diego finally realized what he could do. Overjoyed, he pulled the demon backpack from his back to his chest, and then pulled it inside. When his hand was taken out of his backpack, he clutched a box of fire caps and bullets.

He took a long arrow from the quiver, pulled it off, and fastened the fire cap to the shaft, which fortunately fit tightly into the shaft.

He picked up a few more bullets, and after poking the hard side of the bottom seal, the gunpowder powder inside easily poured out, and he carefully poured the gunpowder onto the strip of cloth torn from the burqa, and then wrapped the strip of gunpowder powder around the shaft of the arrow next to the fire cap, and then tied it tightly.

And just like that, a simple lighting arrow was made. He suppressed the impatience in his heart, and made four more illuminating arrows in succession.

Finally, he stood up from the ground, with four arrows between his fingers, one of which was a fresh** illuminated arrow, he took a deep breath and put the illuminated arrow on the string.

"God forbid!" He prayed in his heart, and at this moment, he made up his mind that when he escaped from here, he would sacrifice his faith to a certain god, but he had not yet decided which god to choose.

He let go of the bowstring in his hand, and the bow arm shook the bowstring violently, and the illuminated arrow flew over the river of lava into the darkness on the other side.

After a soft click, the arrow struck something, and then a ball of fire burst into the darkness, and the gunpowder on the illuminating arrow burned violently, almost dispelling all the darkness on the other side of the river.

The black iron dwarves in ambush were startled by the sudden firelight, and more than one of the dwarves stood up in a panic to try to extinguish the flames, but at this time, a severe blow came, and one sharp arrow after another flew from the other side of the river.

It was almost a showmanship, and after the first arrow was fired, Diego's fingers flipped nimbly and snapped the second arrow between his fingers onto the string, almost twice as fast as if he could have taken an arrow from a quiver or from the ground. The arrows were fired almost in a row, and when the last one was off the string, the dwarf who was hit by the first arrow had just struggled to fall.

In the blink of an eye, three dwarves fell, followed by four, then four. Before the flare could be extinguished, nearly a dozen dwarven soldiers were knocked to the ground.

To the horror of the Black Iron Dwarves, when they finally stepped on the Illuminated Arrow, another flame shone among them again.

When this had been repeated four times, the Black Iron Dwarves finally crumbled, and instead of trying to extinguish the sizzling arrows, they crouched behind the stacked wooden crates, never to lift their heads again.

Diego breathed a sigh of relief, there was only one improvised flare arrow left in his freshly made zuò, and if the Black Iron Dwarves were still strong, he didn't want to make them again - it would take too long, and there was no guarantee that the dwarves wouldn't come up with any countermeasures.

He thrust the bow behind his back and rushed out with his axe.

"Follow me!" He yelled. The slaves were apparently inspired by his god-like appearance just now. They roared in the same rage and rushed after him.

Although not as fast as the warrior's charge, Diego's dash was still fast, and it only took him a few seconds to run over the bridge deck of more than thirty meters, and when he rushed to the dwarves' wooden box bunkers, the Black Iron Dwarven guards who were the first to react had just gotten up from behind the boxes.

Diego's sharp axe swept through his neck, sending a fountain of blood into the sky, but the other Black Iron Dwarves finally reacted. They rushed towards Diego, hammers and axes wielding them in their hands. Diego met without fear, the advantage of his two-handed weapon made his attack fast and deadly, and the weight of the hand axe made it more powerful and swift than a sword or dagger, he wreaked havoc among the black iron dwarves like a spinning windmill, and the two hand axes slammed into the dwarves' weapons and **, cutting them to pieces.

When the whirlwind finally stopped, at least five Black Iron soldiers fell around Diego, forcing him back several times the number of wounded. Diego gasped violently, to be honest, his hand-to-hand combat skills were not superb, at best they could be considered average, but this surprise attack was completely beyond the expectations of the Black Iron Dwarves, who had just been suppressed by sharp arrows and were routed before they had time to resist.

Regardless, Diego's stormy blow bought the slaves precious time, and the first wave of slaves who rushed across the stone bridge had already run over and entered the fight. Victory, it seems, is at hand.

Dyago breathed a sigh of relief, he put away his axe, intending to use his bow and arrows to provide fire support to the slaves, but just then, an accident happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of fire, but before he could dodge, the sound of gunfire reached his ears, and Diego felt as if he had been struck in the chest with a sledgehammer before tumbling and falling.

Diego fell to the ground on his back, his head blank, no pain, no fear. It was a strange feeling, and Diego felt like he was out of his body, and the surrounding qiē flashed in front of him one by one like slow motion.

"Glorify the Father!" He saw Tannok Frosthammer roar and rush out, the copperbearded dwarf wielding a captured hammer that sent a wave of blood through the Black Iron Guard. It seems that he is better at this weapon, and the musket that Diego gave him earlier is now in the hands of another Copperbeard Dwarf.

"Dude, where is the wound?" He heard Masrae shouting nervously, and then the familiar purple face appeared in front of him, full of panic.

Masrae couldn't help but say that it was a life bloom that was released at Diego, he was very experienced, this spell could help stop the bleeding, but it would not promote muscle growth, wrapping projectiles or arrows in the wound.

I don't know if it's the effect of this healing spell, Diego feels his soul returning to his body.

"I'm fine, leave me alone!" Diego coughed and sat up from the ground, he distracted the Night Elf's messy hand, then felt for his chest, and he felt a hole in the burqa, and in the hole, a flattened projectile stuck tightly to the scales.

He pressed it through the scale armor, and the skin underneath only hurt a little, but it didn't hurt much.

"There might be some bruising, but the bones should be fine." He thought happily.

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As for the question of whether Diego's improvised flare is feasible, you can give it a try, but there are risks in trying, and you need to be cautious in testing, and I am not responsible for it......