Masrae's appearance at this moment is truly terrifying! The panther struggled to get up from the ground, landing on three legs, barely keeping his balance, one of his legs raised, but visibly twisted, presumably fractured, while the fur on his other shoulder was torn, revealing the flesh and tendons underneath.

"In an ambush, it was counterattacked." When he noticed Diego, he grinned a little embarrassed, but the smile was worse than crying.

"Uncle Mattorius is not one of those brainless fools, if you want to sneak attack Uncle Ben, no way!" The gruff voice roared, and then a black iron dwarf clad in plate armor clanged out of the room.

But a flying arrow forced him to give up the attack. He raised the axe in his hand, and the arrow struck it with a crunching sound.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Masrae took a few steps back and distanced himself from the enemy.

The dwarves had a fiery red beard, a rarity among the Black Iron Dwarves, and their beards were either white or black, or gray in the middle. He carried a dwarven battle axe in his hand, glowing with a chilling light in the dim corridor.

"Aha, there's an accomplice!" He noticed Diego's arrival, but he was clearly not afraid of the increase in enemies, on the contrary, he seemed to be more excited.

"You'll regret it, this isn't a place where cats and dogs can come at will," he shouted heroically, but Diego guessed he was summoning the guards.

Sure enough, the fact that there were no guards rushing out of the room made Mattolius a little stunned, but he immediately regained his composure.

"Come on, dolls who haven't been weaned yet!" Mattorius shouted fearlessly, wielding his axe.

Two against one, Diego is even more unafraid, well, one and a half against one - although Masrae is injured, it can be counted as half at best. He took aim at the Black Iron Dwarf, and the Panther circled the side of the tunnel behind the dwarf.

Mattorius raised his battle axe and made a charging gesture, but the next one, he sinisterly pointed at the black panther behind the side, and an invisible shadow energy was spewed out.

"It hurts!" He shouted.

Completely deceived by the black iron dwarf's rugged appearance, Masrae was not even ready to dodge when he launched a pounce - in fact, the panther in mid-air could not do that. He fell from mid-air with a stiff body, as if he had hit an invisible wall. The panther rolled on all fours, his whole body convulsing. His mouth was wide open, his fangs bared hideously, but he couldn't make a sound—not even screaming. The intense pain ran through his nerves, like countless sharp knives slicing his flesh and slashing his bones at the same time.

Whisper: Pain! Diego knows this spell, which is the exclusive magic of the Shadow Priest, which uses shadow energy to stimulate the enemy's sense of pain, make them incapacitated, and even cause irreversible physical ~ physical trauma when strict. It has been speculated that the human body can withstand up to 45 units of pain, but the pain caused by this magic technique can be as high as 60 units!

Diego was almost stunned that this dwarf was a priest! He never thought that a dwarven warrior in full plate armor could unleash the priest's magic skills, it was completely beyond his knowledge, it was neither magical nor scientific!

But he knew that he had to do something, or the Night Elves might even die a painful death. He bent his bow and arrows faster than he had ever done before, and shot at the dwarven priest. However, just before the arrow could hit the dwarf, he heard the Black Iron Dwarf cry out cruelly, "Shield! ”

An oval shield of divine power appeared between him and the Black Iron Dwarf, and the arrow shot at the translucent shield before it was bounced away - Sacred Word: Shield, and no attack could harm the Dwarven Priest behind it until the Holy Power in this shield was consumed.

Diego regretted giving the musket from the Demon's backpack to Tanok Frosthammer, knowing that even the most rudimentary musket had to crush a bow and arrow when it came to penetration.

Diego made a decision in a tenth of a second, he rushed towards the dwarf quickly, but his hand did not stop moving, drawing arrows, pulling strings, scattering, he repeated these three actions again and again, in just thirty meters away, he shot five sharp arrows, the magic shield was shot like a wave of water and kept trembling.

Diego finally rushed to the dwarf, feeling like he had never run this fast in his life. After he shot the last arrow, he threw away the Zhemu bow in his hand and drew the hand axe next to his thigh.

He drew only one hand axe to ensure that all the strength of his body could be concentrated on this axe. He adjusted his pace so that he could use as much force as he could reach his opponent, and eventually, he rushed to the dwarf and slashed down with his axe like a swooping bird of prey.

To his surprise, Mattorius didn't do anything, he just looked at his opponent playfully, his face full of mockery. He believed in the power of magic so much that he didn't even raise the battle axe in his hand to make a parry.

In the next moment, the Thorsilver Hand Axe slashed through the shield of magic with a green glow, like a soap bubble. Then, the axe continued to gain momentum and slashed into the dwarf's **.

"Ragnaros!" A terrible wail resounded throughout the corridor, echoing inside. But it was too late, and the dwarf took a step back and fell to the ground on his back with a thud.

"Pretty cut, human!" The dwarf praised it stiffly, this is the nature of this race, and the donkey will not fall. He twisted his neck hard, trying to look at the huge wound on his body, but he couldn't, and the massive loss of blood took all his strength away. His bloody left shoulder was slashed from the neck to the armpit by the swift blow, barely hanging there with only a few muscle fibers.

"Look at the stupidity I did, Ragnaros deceived me, he didn't give me as much power as he said......" The Black Iron Dwarf who had turned his back on Kazgros the Forger and converted to the Fire Elemental Lord finally confessed, he wanted to say something, but the crimson blood foam bubbled up from his mouth, blocking what he was about to say.

After a few seconds, he was completely lifeless, and his face turned pale—not the pale complexion of the Black Iron Dwarf itself, without a shimmer of life. The dark red eyes bestowed upon him by his Fire Demon Master turned as gray as a dead fish.

However, Diego didn't bother to pay attention to him at the moment, and when the dwarf fell, he dropped his axe and ran towards the Night Elves. He knew what the outcome would be, the power of the axe that had gathered almost all of his essence was so fierce that he couldn't cut it even if he were asked to do it again.

"How are you feeling, Masrae?" Diego flipped the curled panther over and saw the latter's eyes roll and white foam trickle from the corners of his mouth, wetting its beard and fuzz.

Although Diego was also able to do first aid and treat injuries with bandages, the nerve damage caused by the spell left him helpless. He sat on the ground, put the big cat's head on his lap, and gently stroked its fur. The once smooth and shiny fur was now tangled and unkempt, and it trembled with its owner.

But Diego could feel that the big cat's tremor was slowing, but there was no doubt that his condition was improving.

Sure enough, after a while, the panther finally stopped trembling, and it slowly opened its golden eyes. As the scene became clearer, Masrae Bearskin blinked and saw Diego with his head down, staring at him.

"Am I alive?" It asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Yes, my fellow, you're alive." Diego smiled and confirmed, he felt that his tears were about to fall, it was really embarrassing, as a man, how could he cry when he cried, to be honest, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't cried, the cold reality had already dried up his tear ducts.

"Can you believe it, man? For a moment, I felt like my soul was being torn apart, and it really ~ mom ~ hurt. The Night Elf said with tears in his eyes, although he wasn't the kind of person he grew up spoiled, he had never tried it. You must know that in the overall elven society of goodness, shadow priests are extremely rare. The low-level Night Elf Priest is absolutely not allowed to learn shadow spells.

However, while the Night Elf Priests reject the Shadows, they do have Shadow Priests - which may sound contradictory, but there is always something nasty and obligatory to do in life. Most of the shadow spells are secret members of the Elune Sisterhood, who torture and judge the worst of the elves.

The Night Elf rested for about a quarter of an hour, and the strength gradually returned to his body. Feeling relieved, the druid panther climbed up and then changed back into human form with some difficulty, and Diego saw that his elbow was twisted in reverse and should have been dislocated, but it was much lighter than he thought.

Masrae grabbed his forearm with one hand and twisted and pushed it back into place with a "click". The movement was so swift that Diego's eyelids couldn't help jumping. The Night Elf waved his arm and made a few movements, and when he realized that he could still use it, he casually released a healing touch on himself. The healing spell had made his arm heal a lot, but the intense pain still hadn't subsided completely, but the Night Elves who had experienced the Whisper: Pain were clearly not concerned about the slightest pain.

Diego looked at the young night elf appreciatively, to be honest, the elven boy in front of him was already a real man. After experiencing the baptism of blood and fire, the man looked stronger and more mature.

"It's time for us to go, there's a lot to do!" Masrae glanced at the corpse of the Black Iron Dwarf on the ground and walked out, "Tarnock Frosthammer needs our help!" ”

Their movement had apparently reached the mine, where Diego heard the sound of ping-pong muskets.

The two men walked outside, and as they passed by the corpse of Mattorius, Diego bent down and chopped off the dwarf's head with an axe, and then put it in a cloth bag that had been prepared long ago—I don't know when the former otaku had become accustomed to such bloody things.

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Note: Unlike the DND's clergymen who can wear plate armor and wield maces in hand-to-hand combat, the priests of Azeroth can only wear cloth robes, they worship the gods of their own race, and focus on preaching, preaching, and using divine powers to save people from fire and water, and their divine magic is more inclined to healing and protection. But there are also priests who, for various reasons, have embarked on the path of shadows, exploring the power of the dark side of the soul and using the power of the shadows to bring ruin and collapse.

The priests of Azeroth are such contradictory professions, they master the balance of light and shadow, and discipline themselves with precepts. —From The Pastor's Handbook - The Balance of Light and Shadow.

But there are exceptions, and in Azeroth, priests and mages wearing plate armor are rare, but they do exist. Like Kenrito's ** master Luo Ning, he often wears plate armor to swagger through the market (another theory is that this second goods were deprived of the right to wear mage robes because of mistakes. - "Ronin? He wasn't even qualified to wear a mage robe anymore! —Kenrito Mage Council, The Age of the Dragon. Of course, if you don't have Ronin's two hits, you might as well wear cloth armor, otherwise, you may be like the Illidare battle mage of the Dark Temple, coming and going with only a limited number of spells.