It's Kanhaifa!

Watching the yellow leopard bite the orc's throat and tear it apart completely, Diego breathed a sigh of relief.

However, in the chaos, the movement from the toss just now was obviously a bit big, and there were a few evil orcs, some rubbing their eyes, some snorting, and some humming, as if they were about to wake up.

Diego's heart tightened, and then he clenched the bayonet in his hand and prepared to fit it, he didn't know if he could kill them all before they woke up, but he had to try, didn't he?

Just then, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Stand back!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Diego jumped backwards and pressed himself against the low wall next to the door, while Guan Haifa quickly jumped to the other side of the door.

Like a flash of black lightning, the agile panther leaped in through the doorway, and by the time he landed, he had already completed the transformation of the giant bear.

The ground shook violently, and Diego felt that all he could hear was the muffled "tom" of the bear smashing on the ground, faintly mixed with the crunch of many mixed with the cracking of tendons. Like a blacksmith's bellows, the roof of the crypt sewn into human skin swelled violently under the overflowing air current, and after a long time, it turned back to its deflated appearance.

The Druid Bear was so big that even though Diego was clinging to the wall, he was still squeezed by the bear like a potsticker, and he believed that Guan Haifa was not much better off than he was.

"Alright, man, let's get back now." Holding back the desire to sneeze from the bear hair in front of his nose, Diego said with difficulty.

As if on purpose, the bear rubbed "lightly" against the wall as if it were tickling, and then turned back into the Night Elf.

"I knew you couldn't do anything without me!" Masrae proudly boasted, "Look at me, it's all over the place, it's not like you, it's bloody everywhere!" ”

Diego, who was about to fall apart, looked helplessly at the Night Elf: "Okay, boy, you're right, you saved me and Guan Haifa again!" ”

"Ahh At this point, Diego could no longer hold back the sharp itch in his nostrils, and sneezed happily, and a few brown bear hairs squirted out of his nostrils, floating mischievously in the air, but refusing to fall.

"Masrae, your hair loss is getting worse!" Diego rubbed his nose and said angrily.

"There? There? The bear child was taken aback, and his terrified hands groped over his head, he was still young, so he didn't want to be a greasy Mediterranean uncle!

Diego ignored him, instead taking a few steps forward, scrambling among the orcs to make sure they were all dead.

"What do we do next?" After a long while, the Night Elf, who was sure of a false alarm, came over and asked.

"We won't wait, we're ready to get started!" Diego slit the throat of a dying orc with a bayonet, then looked up at the doorway, looking through the gap in the curtain to see the great dark door.

"It's long overdue, let's have a big fight!" Masrae said excitedly, and he also turned his head and looked into the basin, "Say, man, let's run over there?" ”

"Well, this ......" Diego didn't answer, he touched the devil's cloth bag, and pulled out a string of iron-shelled jars each the size of a coconut, which he had specially asked for with Lieutenant Gremio, almost all the stock in the lieutenant's company.

"What is this?"

"Large salt bomb!" Diego replied. This was bought by the Watch Fortress from a goblin merchant and said it was a large salt bomb, but it was actually a simplified beggar version of the powerful salt bomb. Such a large string of them added up to not be as powerful as one of the latter, but since it did not use Thorium, the cost was much cheaper than the latter. When you use it, it won't be distressing.

"You hang it halfway up the hill in the middle of the entrance canyon and want me to see it from below." Diego admonished in a solemn tone, "Then wait for me there!" ”

"Okay!" Masrae said with some reluctance that he couldn't stir up the wind and rain in the basin and kill all sides, which made him very regretful, but he also knew that now was not the time to lose his temper, so he took the bunch of large grapes and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Masrae!" But before he could walk out of the crypt, Diego stopped him again, "Watch out, man, it's up to you whether we can get out of this place alive!" ”

Feeling that the Night Elf was in high esteem, he nodded vigorously, and then transformed into a panther and disappeared out of the crypt.

Time could not be delayed, and as soon as the Night Elves left, Diego began to get busy.

He quietly put the corpses of the evil orcs at the entrance of the crypt about a meter away, and stacked them one by one. He had to have a firing position, not too close to the doorway so as not to be exposed, but not too far away to make the firing range too narrow.

Although Guan Haifa didn't know what he was doing, he still picked up a corpse and dragged him over.

With the help of the big cat, a firing position was erected that was slightly higher than the ground in the doorway. Diego lay on the pile of corpses, set up a death gaze and gestured, feeling quite satisfied. He was so calmly busy, and he didn't feel any discomfort from lying on top of a pile of corpses.

He pulled out a full regular long-range magazine and loaded it with his musket, then estimated the distance to the Dark Door. It was about eight hundred yards from the portal, slightly beyond the precise range of the Death Gaze, but Diego still believed he could do it.

He closed his eyes and rehearsed his next move, and felt something was wrong, so he got up again and rummaged through the crypt. His luck was good, and he soon found the skin of an eye-demon on the innermost wall of the crypt. This is obviously an underage eye demon, only about the size of two basketballs, and the corpse somehow fell into the hands of this group of evil orcs.

The orcs peeled off the Eye Demon's thin, supple outer skin, filled it with fur and sewed it tightly, kicking and playing in the middle of boring battles, which was almost a unique pastime they had ever had.

Diego took out the jay's bayonet and cut a small hole in it, pulled out the fur inside, and then put it on the muzzle of the musket, and held it firmly in place with a leather cord. Although the muzzle of the Death Gaze is etched with an annihilation circle for noise suppression, to be honest, the gunfire and muzzle flames emitted by the Death Gaze are still comparable to its power. If nothing is done, Diego dares to guarantee that without two shots, the entire basin will find out where he is.

After doing all of this, Diego returned to the top of the pile and looked through the Biznik precision scope in the direction of the Dark Gate. In front of the gate, six Ereda Warlocks were standing atop a demonic circle, pushing the Dark Gate to recharge. This is probably the only one of the few Ereda Warlocks here, and Diego doesn't see any other Ereda Warlocks anywhere else in the basin - the demons of this race are easy to find, as they always like to carve all kinds of shiny demonic runes into the walls of their homes, which are very conspicuous.

Every once in a while, a demon squeezes out of the Dark Gate and arrives in Azeroth. However, this was not very frequent, and about three hours had passed since Diego entered the basin, and he had only seen two demons pass through the portal. And these two demons, one is Morg and the other is Cerberus, both low-level cannon fodder. Diego guessed that if it was a high-level demon who wanted to cross, it might take a longer time interval.

In fact, at this point, the task of detecting the situation of the Dark Gate has been completed, and Diego can retreat quietly without alarming any demons, but from the bottom of his heart, Diego doesn't want to just turn around and leave quietly, and he doesn't even dare to let out a fart. He wanted to do more.

He thought back one last time to make sure nothing was missing, then took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.