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The next morning, as Diego made his rounds of the camp, the refugees saluted him with a look of admiration and fanaticism. It seems that the merchants, drivers, and men of the convoy have spread the word about what happened in Stormwind.

The companion of the saints, the destroyer of the dragon, the viscount of the kingdom, the lord of Mooncreek Town, this series of titles is enough to make everyone's hearts sway. Whether he is a devout believer, an ordinary man who admires royal power, or a warrior who is proud of his own strength, Diego has an identity that is enough for them to send their own awe.

It has to be said that Diego's glorious past achievements have given everyone, whether soldiers or refugees, a great deal of confidence. For a few days, the pre-war quasi-bèi was carried out very smoothly. But to be honest, Diego doesn't know what else to do other than train the militia. As the main force of this battle, every soldier of the escort team is in good condition, except for the necessary training every day, and by the way, they don't have to do anything, just eat, sleep, sleep, recuperate, and wait for the upcoming big battle.

In this boring and oppressive atmosphere, five days passed quickly.

……

As if the sky had been torn apart, heavy rain poured down from above, tearing out a heavy curtain of rain. This kind of heavy rain is rare in the western wilderness, and people here are more accustomed to the kind of soft and lingering drizzle.

Probably aware of their arrival—which is almost certain, and the Brotherhood of Defia's pervasive spies can fully guarantee this—there is not a single pedestrian on the streets, almost all the doors are closed, and Diego bets that there are malicious eyes watching them from behind every window. But he was dismissive of it. Because as long as the main force of the Brotherhood of Defia is defeated, these moles hiding in the shadows have nothing to worry about.

Six dwarven shield defenders carry heavy shields. At the front of the line, raindrops fell from the sky. Throw patches of mist at them.

Diego followed behind the dwarves, and instead of loading his death gaze with a flame bomb that would be hard to extinguish even in a torrential rain, the bullet ignited a magical flame that would be difficult to extinguish - instead used a shotgun. He must leave the refugees with enough shelter to stay, not a sparse ruin.

"Forward!" Next to him, Harry? Bogard shouted. Behind him, six sword-wielding soldiers marched slowly down the street in a scattered formation as ordered. Christopher? Farrar followed at the back of the group with his six berserkers, who were not tasked with searching as the team's assault force. Rather, it is ready to launch an attack.

"I hate the weather, I feel like I'm being soaked in a water tank." Blom grumbled discontentedly. Most of the dwarves don't like this kind of wet and cold weather, they just like to stay in dry and warm caves, and of course, it is better if they have a sip of wine.

"Hey, I said Brother Landis, if we don't get rid of these Defia Brotherhood Groundhogs, we're going to have to stay in tents, this weather. You've got it all the time, haha! A dwarven shield defender shook his head wryly.

Diego ignored the soldiers' complaints. Even the most experienced locals didn't see that it was going to rain today, and it was still a sunny day when we set off. But when they arrived outside the town of Moon Creek. When Quasi-Bèi attacked, the rain poured down and poured everyone into the soup.

This made Diego a little frustrated and helpless. But since it has arrived, then it is necessary to attack anyway. Retreat without a fight. Returning empty-handed is not a blow to morale that can be reversed in a moment. And this kind of weather is fair to both the enemy and the enemy. The pouring rain curtain greatly shortened the field of view of both sides, and in this case, the enemy was almost already engaged at the same time as the target was fired.

Vigilantly alert to movement around them, the procession reached the corner of the street.

Jerked! There was a "boom" in the air. It was the sound of a bowstring crumbling.

Almost at the same time as the sound sounded. Bogard shouted, "There are archers! Quasi-bèi fight! ”

His roar was accompanied by the tuk tuk of a bow and arrow hitting the heavy armor of the dwarf.

For a long time, there has been a misunderstanding of hunters in Azeroth, many people think that hunters are just musketeers or archers, but this is not the case, hunters are far stronger than archers, they are not only good at using bows and arrows or muskets, but also can use some superficial arcane spells, they are good at taming beasts, communicating with the spirit of beasts, and can dexterously lay all kinds of magic traps...... in a word, the hunters of the archers will do, but the archers of the hunters will not be able to make it.

Therefore, Diego was still very confident in the dwarves' protection, because he knew that Dào would not be able to shoot through their fine armor without arrows with arcane energy attached, even if the dwarves were shot into a flock of feathers filled with arrow feathers.

"Kazgros!" Blom shouted furiously, and under his leadership, the dwarves gathered behind their shields and rushed forward fiercely.

At this time, Diego had just turned the corner. He saw many Brotherhood of Difia archers standing on the rooftops of the streets pouring down the rain of arrows, and in front of the dwarves, a column of hoplites waiting.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the infantry on both sides collided. The clashing sound of the steel clash is endless, the dwarves fight like they are striking iron, they never know how to dodge and retreat, but use their own war hammers and steel shields, repeating a limited number of actions - block, strike, block, strike, their arms have become infinitely powerful due to years of forging, their well-forged shields are as solid as a rock, and their black iron warhammers are indestructible. Although the Brotherhood was several times outnumbered, almost as soon as they collided, the Brotherhood's front was suppressed and retreated.

With the loud sound of the infantry clashing between the two sides, Diego began to fire violently, the roar of huge muskets echoing through the streets, and the death gaze swept across the rooftops like a giant broomstick. In an instant, the archers on the roof fell down like dumplings.

At this time, the follow-up troops also turned around.

"Falar, take your men up to the roof! Others, follow me. Burgard commanded loudly, and his six-man squad did not go straight to the center of the battlefield, but clinged to the edge of the street to flank the Difia infantry.

The arrival of this new force was just the right time, and after a few minutes, the front of the Brotherhood of Defia began to lose its resilience and keep retreating, these rabble had never encountered a weighty opponent, they had always played only among the farmers and miners, when had they seen such a scene? In particular, the brutal street fighting required both tenacious fighting will and well-trained fighting skills, but unfortunately, the Brotherhood of Defia had both, and their fate was sealed almost instantly. (To be continued......)

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