This chapter is made up for yesterday.

……

Although he wished that such happy and warm days could last longer, and that it would be better to continue like this, Diego's little little thought that was unknown to outsiders was obviously not enough to withstand Rainier's obsession with returning home as much as possible, and three days later, one early morning, the Baron came to invite him to a pre-war preparation meeting.

Due to the bad impression of these things in his previous life, Diego did not like meetings very much. But as a sign of respect for Brother Samuel, he attended. However, at the meeting, Diego did not say a word, and quietly watched as Brother Samuel and Baron Rainier argued over the details of strategy and tactics. To be honest, Diego really didn't know which was better or worse between "two ways of fighting" and "going straight to the point", so when the two people who were arguing turned to look at him, hoping to get his support, he was also a little dumbfounded.

"This ......, Rainier, since you've already failed once, try the monk's way this time." He told the truth. It's been almost a year since he arrived in Azeroth, and Diego has become accustomed to this straightforward way of speaking, and many times, being honest will not make you lose friends, but will only make the friendships you get more genuine.

Reinier thought for a moment, but nodded, he also knew that the temptation of his nearby home had made him a little impatient, and that his over-the-top psychology might have affected his judgment.

"Well, that's it! We are divided into two ways," Brother Samuel finally said, "and I will lead the newcomers. Druids with us. The other route is led by Rainier, and Diego is in charge of dealing with the necromancers. This will ensure that we have Light users on each of our teams who can restrain the necromancer's evil spells. ”

That was the end of the meeting. Simple and straightforward. After that, they dispersed. A few minutes later, the entire camp that had been ordered to move began.

The paladins were busy packing up their equipment, checking over and over again the bridles, stirrups, and belly straps of their horses, which were their life support in battle, and no one wanted to fall off their horses while charging. Rainier's guards tightened their armor and sharpened their battle axes, though they also had horses. But they were more like infantry on horseback - marching on horseback and fighting on horseback.

In front of the pulpit in the middle of the camp. Laurena was casting mantra spells on everyone who passed in her path. This spell can make people more resilient, and they don't get tired so easily even after long battles. Seeing this, Masrae also began to summon the forces of nature, and he stuck a wild thorn vine in the earth. It gives the soldiers the power of the wildness of the earth, which is a blessing of nature and makes them more agile, stronger, and more energetic.

Diego who had been cast with this spell only felt a vibrant energy infused into his body, as if he had drunk a glass of scorching liquor like a flame, although it did not have that smoky intoxication, but it was just as blood-pumping and exciting. At that moment, he even felt the urge to go out and slash and kill in order to vent his excessive energy.

"It's really strong. I like it! Diego let out a long sigh of praise. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and made a super gesture to his old friend, "Well done, man!" ”

Obviously, this spell had not been mastered by the Night Elves for a long time. Because the last time he fought, he didn't have a way to do it. It seems that Diego is not alone in making progress from adventure and grinding.

The Night Elves smug on their faces. A "I'm not what I used to be" expression.

"Why don't you compare it today?" Diego couldn't help but say defiantly, but the Night Elves weren't fooled.

"If you don't have to stare at death, more than willingly." He flicked his fingers and retorted. Diego noticed that his fingers had become as sharp as beast's claws at that moment, a skill that many high-level druids could freely control some of their limbs to beast.

In fact, Diego knows what Masrae is trying to convey - I rely on my own strength, what about you?

Diego was a little depressed, to be honest, if he didn't use the death gaze, his combat power would be reduced by at least half, but a hunter who doesn't use long-range weapons, is he still a hunter?

"Hey guys, we've got to go! Do you want to stay for lunch?" At this moment, Brother Samuel's loud voice saved him from his embarrassment.

"Here it is." Diego flung his musket behind his shoulder and trotted over.

By the time I left the camp, it was nearly noon. This is the brightest time of the day, but even at this time, the fog in the forest has not completely dissipated, and at a glance, you can see a distance of forty or fifty meters at most.

Diego was a little worried, this kind of visibility, his range advantage was completely unplayable. He groaned for a moment, then replaced the musket with a shotgun magazine.

He glanced back in the direction of the camp and saw that the priest girl was looking from afar, like a bride waiting for her husband's triumphant return. Diego felt his legs sink as if they had been filled with lead, and he couldn't help but wave his hand over there. But just then, a mist flowed over him, obscuring his vision.

"Hey, let's go, man, when this battle is over, you can watch it for the rest of your life until you get bored." Brother Samuel, who was walking behind him, spoke loudly in the tone of a passerby.

"I'll never get bored." Diego muttered to himself, and as he walked, he asked Rainier beside him with some uneasiness, "Is the camp safe enough, Rainier?" ”

"I left at least a dozen soldiers behind, but you didn't even look at them, because the girl had filled your eyes and couldn't let anyone else go." The baron sneered good-naturedly, "With the protection of the walls, these people are enough." ”

Diego felt a little more relaxed and began to focus on the big battle that was about to take place. You know, in the ever-changing battlefield, any negligence is fatal.

Truth be told, their camp wasn't far from the town on Raven Ridge. They walked for about half an hour before they came to the outskirts of the town. Just a few hundred meters away, a long-abandoned town loomed in the mist, looking lifeless and eerie.

From time to time, crows flutter their wings in the air, and these birds, which are considered ominous, croak, make your scalp tingle and send chills down your spine. In fact, this is where the name of the hill comes from, and the dense trees here are perfect nests for crows, and hundreds of crows have lived in these trees for generations. Truth be told, they came to this place much earlier than humans, but many people, especially the human inhabitants who were forced to leave, hated that the nightmarish misery of Raven Ridge was the result of the deaths. (To be continued)