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Masrae picked up the penny again and propped the boat toward the shore. A few fat swamp crocodiles fled in panic from the front of the boat to both sides, as if there were terrifying predators on board.

As soon as the bottom of the boat touched the sand, Diego jumped out of the boat. The beach here is the kind of damp fine sand, and it is very dense with grass roots, and it will not sink deep when you step on it, and your shoes are full of sand.

Almost as soon as he landed, the four hunters who had escaped had already walked briskly. At the front was an old dwarf with a pale beard, who rushed up excitedly and gave Diego a hard hug, even though he was only tall enough to hug Diego's waist. Diego was taken aback by the over-the-top enthusiasm, but instead of dodging - for it would not be wise to reject the dwarf's enthusiasm - he slapped the dwarf on the back a few times with the same force.

But Guan Haifa, who was following him, was frightened. It hunched over, its fur bursting open, and its mouth growled. But no one noticed it, because the eyes of the people on the other side were focused on Diego. After it put on a posture for a while, it found that no one paid attention to it, and the two sides did not really start fighting, so it died down.

"Kaz is up there, Hemmit? Nicen Wari salutes you! The dwarf took a few steps back to keep his head held high, and then shouted at his highest volume, as if his voice was too low to express his gratitude. In fact, if it weren't for the shabby belongings he carried, he wouldn't hesitate to take out all his belongings as a thank-you gift, "Can I have the privilege of knowing who is the person in front of me who saved me and my friends?" ”

But actually. Without his self-introduction, Diego had already vaguely guessed the identity of the dwarf. In Azeroth. The fame of this legendary hunter is known to almost everyone. Everybody knows - oh, of course, he's not as famous now as he was a few years later. Messy beard, a single lens tucked between his right eye for precise aiming, a dark green waistcoat and dark brown trousers, a white shirt with a girdle, and a double-barreled dwarven musket in his hand. In the Valley of Thorns, this dressed bronze-bearded dwarf, except for Hemmit? Who else is there in Nesinwari?

"Diego? Aznar salutes you. It's all the Light's will, it's He who sent those beasts to me, and all I need to do is pull the trigger. Diego said humbly.

Nesinwari laughed a few times, didn't say anything more, but moved out of the way, giving up the opportunity to express his gratitude to the others. The second to walk up was a white-skinned dwarf dressed in yellow leather armor that matched his golden beard. Like Nesinvari, he hugged his savior fiercely.

"I'm Barnier? Stone pots. Well done, man, I bet. Even the best dwarven musketeers are not as good as you, fast and accurate, and you are being too modest. ”

The third person who walked over was the human man, who appeared to be a very well-bred middle-aged man. Dressed in ochre-red leather armor.

"Praise be to the Light, Elgardine salutes you, and may the Light always be with you!" He gave Diego a noble courtesy.

"Praise forever." Diego hurriedly replied. As a matter of fact. In the memories of his previous life, he knew exactly where Elgadine came from. But the middle-aged man was obviously reluctant to mention his aristocratic background, and Diego kept silent.

The last to come up was the young blonde girl. Dressed in mud-red leather armor. The girl is beautiful, but it is difficult to get Diego's attention in front of him, who has just experienced emotional trauma.

"Ayek? Luo Arc salutes you, and may the Light be with you. The girl didn't say much, she just bowed and expressed her gratitude, and then stood by Elgardin's side.

Diego nodded at her.

By this moment, Masrae had already dragged the boat up the river beach, and then walked over and stood beside Diego.

"I can feel the mark of the beast spirits on you, angrily accusing you of murder." Masrae looked at the old dwarf and said unceremoniously.

This sentence almost made the four people on the other side glaring at him, but the Night Elves were fearless about it, and if they held it to heart, they would suffocate him. Originally, Diego wanted to introduce his teammates to Nesinwari and his party, but now it seems that it is better to be exempted. Maybe it won't take a few minutes for the two sides to break up.

"Hey, you purple-skinned thin man, it's Mr. Diego who saved us, not you, if you want to point fingers at me, first show me the ability to admire!" The dwarf said angrily, like all stubborn and irascible dwarves, it is difficult to convince him to change his mind, "To be honest, I've seen more than one child of nature, but I've never seen them ask me to do this or that. ”

Diego looked nervously at his partner, for fear that the cannon would lose his temper a little. He also wanted to ask Nesinwari and his party about Staven's whereabouts, and if Masrae made a big fight, he would only mess up a qiē.

However, the Night Elf's reaction was completely unexpected, and Masrae was not angry.

"I'm just stating a fact, and I'm not going to ask you to do anything," Masrae shrugged his shoulders, not friendly, but not hostile, "I'm not a member of the Society of Benevolence, and I don't think a few of you can pose a threat to this vast forest. ”

The Society of Benevolence is short for the Society for the Mercy of Animal Druids, an extreme sect of druids - most of whom are Night Elves - who advocate the use of strong principles and means to restrain the pioneers of humans or orcs, and to expel organizations and forces that affect the ecological balance from the natural world. Although this sect made up a small part of the druids, it was infamous for its many bloodkills against pioneer farms and lumberyards.

The dwarf snorted a few times, and did not continue to grasp the topic, obviously, this is for the sake of Diego's face, although irritable and stubborn, but the dwarves are not so ignorant, on the contrary, this is a race that knows the picture of gratitude.

The people fell silent, and for a moment the atmosphere became a little awkward, but the human members of both teams eased the situation - Diego and Sir Elgardine, after a few polite words, found that they were very compatible with each other, and after a while, the two humans became acquainted.

"May I take the liberty of asking, the purpose of your coming to the Valley of Thorns? If it's hunting, I think we might be able to help. After chatting for a while, Elgardine asked, and after seeing Diego's marksmanship, he was eager to see this brilliant hunter join their team, because in the treacherous jungle, such a good gunner was almost a guarantee of safety. But when he saw Masrae's figure, he felt that it was impossible, and that no one would go with a druid when he wanted to hunt, because even the mildest of children of nature would not like such behavior.

"No, we're after an enemy, a necromancer." Diego hesitated, but finally decided to tell the truth, because in his previous life, Diego had never heard of Necinwari's hunting party and necromancers.

The hunters' faces turned stern. Diego was secretly happy, it seemed that they knew something.

"I'm not sure, but I think we might know something." Finally, Necinvari whispered, looking at the velociraptor corpse on the ground with some regret, and then pointed to the jungle by the guide, "But those things are in our camp, and you have to go see them for yourself." ”

"Of course, we want that too." Diego said overjoyed.

"Come with us, then, I think you need a camp to rest in, and if there's a place to feel comfortable in this damp ghost place, there won't be any other option than ours." Nesinwari said, leading the way into the jungle.

The group followed him into the bushes. They had been trekking through the jungle for about an hour, and when they turned a huge oak tree that was large enough for several people to hug, their eyes suddenly dawned. (To be continued......)