Although the Twilight cultists were already running for their lives in a panic, there were still a few Twilight cultists who were caught.

These Twilight cultists are huddled together like quails, and it seems that the fanatics are not afraid of anything, although they want to destroy the world, but when the threat of death really comes, not everyone can face it with a smile.

"Inform the Brotherhood of Thorsilver." Diego said that to be honest, he did not think he could do it by torture. It was a technical job, and it was a very mental test, both for the executioner and the tortured. However, for the Black Iron Dwarves, this is not a problem at all, and while the Thor Silver Brotherhood is a little better than the fallen Black Iron Dwarves, it is also only a limited good. It's a matter of life and death, and these dwarfs who have been trained by the fire demon will not be merciful.

Diego wrote a few simple words on a piece of parchment, then folded the paper a few times and threaded it on Kanhaifa's metal teeth.

"Give it to Orphest!" He patted Guan Haifa on the shoulder and admonished. The big cat nodded to him and sped in the direction of the Thorsilver Tower.

Diego and Masrae waited boredly, and the Twilight captives didn't dare to move. Whenever Diego's muzzle was aimed at them, intentionally or unintentionally, these people would involuntarily tremble all over, and it seemed that this demonic weapon had left a terrifying enough impression on them.

The higher-ups of the Thor Silver Brotherhood didn't make them wait long, and this unexpected turn of events was a desperate turn for the despering Thor Silver Brotherhood. Overjoyed, the Brotherhood of Thorsilver almost immediately sprang out and followed Guan Haifa to this side.

Looking at the corpses strewn across the hills, the Black Iron Dwarves were amazed, and at the same time they were in awe of Diego and Masrae, who had caused this qiē.

Diego and the Black Iron Dwarves explained a few words before turning around and preparing to leave, to be honest, it doesn't feel like killing people during the battle, but it's better not to watch the bloody brutality of torture.

"Where are you from?" He heard the great blacksmith Bean Knight ask in a rough voice, the old dwarf was a quick temper, and it seemed that the captives were suffering.

"Silisus, we're from Silisus...... a cowering voice snorted.

Diego, who hadn't gone far, strode back and slapped him with a "snap".

"Silisus? Are you an idiot when we are? Diego roared, Silisus is the stronghold of the Twilight Cult, located on the continent of Kalimdor across the Endless Sea, but in Kalimdor, Silisus is a notoriously remote desert area, and it is also produced by silver ore. The ore from this mine is going to be transported to Silisus, and the freight alone is several times the value of these ores, can these Twilight cultists have enough to eat?

"No, we're transporting ore through the Guò Teleportation Array," the Twilight Cultist shouted, lest he slap Diego again, "To the south, that teleportation array is at the ruins to the south, and it will take about a day." ”

Diego lowered his raised hand, he knew the place, the abandoned war relics he had visited when he had traveled.

During the Second War, orc warlocks created a way to give their ogre allies intellectual and magical powers. This method requires the use of a mysterious structure such as the Storm Altar, which was destroyed during the war. Today, the remains of the altar are dilapidated and riddled with the scars of war, but its remaining energy still attracts elemental creatures and ogres to the place to suck up the remaining remnants of energy. It's a dangerous place, but it's clear that the Twilight cultists put it to waste.

Suddenly, a bold idea emerged. "I might be able to use this teleportation channel!" Diego's eyes lit up and he muttered to himself. It's not been two hours since they launched their undulating attacks, and those routs who escaped must not have had time to destroy that teleportation array!

When he told the Ophorsts about the idea, almost all of the Black Iron Dwarves were struck by the bold idea.

"Theodus Frostbeard! ~~ get out of here," Born Knight, snarling at the back of the group, pointing to the only warlock left in the captive, who had been shot in the thigh and looked dying and dying, "Don't let him die, we've got a good use!" ”

An old dwarf with gray hair ran this way, wearing a brownish-yellow leather robe and a moon-white shoulder.

"Trust me, he won't die," the dwarven priest said confidently, glancing at the captive's wounds, "a piercing wound, the warhead didn't roll in the body, it's a clean wound, worth at least a hundred gold coins." I've seen a gunshot wound that was even more troublesome than this, and the last time Lolore got drunk and went off the rails, he shot Jack Rock's legs all over his face......"

"Alright, well, we all believe in you," said Born Knight, interrupting the old priest's chatter, helplessly, "if you don't cast a spell, he's going to die." ”

The old priest did not speak again, he gathered up his robe, half-knelt beside the wounded, and began to cast a spell, and when the spell was over, a white holy light appeared in his hand, and slowly fell under the guidance of the priest, dipped into the wound.

To be honest, the penetration of the M1 rifle is still good, especially on the cloth-clad profession without armor. The careless Twilight Warlock had apparently forgotten to put a defensive spell on himself such as magic armor, but this also indirectly caused the bullets to not remain in his body. The old priest was clearly favored by the Titan Forger, and after his treatment, the two bullet holes in the front and back disappeared almost in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the blood that remained on the skin, it would be difficult to tell if there had been an injury. In fact, the strictest thing is the massive blood loss from the wound, but this aspect is what the priest is best at, and nothing will go wrong.

While waiting for the priest's treatment, Diego discussed with Orpheste and left first, not even waiting for the already unconscious Twilight Warlock to wake up. The priority is to prevent the rout from destroying the portal, and if that happens, a hundred healthy Twilight captives will be useless.

Today was apparently their lucky day, Diego ran with the two leopards until the evening, and when he arrived at the site of the Altar of Storms, he did not see any of the Twilight routs, who had apparently been frightened and fled back to Silisus, or had fled blindly around the mountains and deserted.

But Diego guessed the latter, because even if he was two hours late, he didn't think the routs would have arrived sooner than he did. Racing on the footboard, the hunters and druids haven't been afraid of anyone coming.

However, just in case, he still set up a sniper position about two hundred meters away from the exit of the ruins to monitor the movement here.

However, it is said to be the Storm Altar, but there is almost no slag left in this mysterious building, except for the huge stone statues around it, only some broken bricks and huge animal bones are scattered on the ground, and on a flat ground in the middle of the field, there is a magic circle composed of six Mithril runes, and on the silver pedestal of the circle, there stands an oval frame cast of magic iron, this metal creature from the outer regions has the thickness of a wrist, and the whole body is engraved with strange and twisted lines, even if it is not opened at this time, But Diego could sense the power within. Obviously, this is the residual energy squeezed from the Altar of Storms.

In fact, the teleportation array is not so cheap, and the value of the runestones and various rare materials used to set up the teleportation array alone is astronomical, but now it seems that a certain genius designer cleverly used the residual energy of the Storm Altar to make the teleportation to and from Silisus not so expensive.

The night was not restless, and Diego slept very unsteadily. The remnants of the evil power in this mysterious structure exude its influence all the time, and the evil power that has corrupted the entire planet of Draenor like a blood thistle whispers in Diego's ear, as if some filthy and filthy shadow covets his soul, covets his heart, and lures him into darkness at any moment.

Diego woke up suddenly in a nightmare. He snapped his eyes open, looking nervously at the Night Elf's concerned face. He felt a little cold on his forehead, and reached out to touch it, which was covered with cold sweat.

"What's wrong with you, Diego? I hear you shouting in horror. Masrae asked in a low voice, worry written all over his face.

"I'm fine, Masrae, thank you." Diego avoided the Night Elves' gaze with some weakness, he knew that his situation was definitely not normal in the eyes of the Night Elves, and he didn't want to be burned as a heretic.

He took the rifle from the side and held it in his arms, put the barrel of the gun to his face, and the cold steel with the smell of gunpowder smoke doused the burning uneasiness in his heart like ice water, making his heart feel more reassured.

Because of the badly wounded captives, the Black Iron Dwarves were very slow to travel, and it was not until near noon the next day, when Diego and Masrae were a little impatient, that they were late.

The Thorsilver Brotherhood doesn't seem to be new to this place, they just don't know the small movements of the Twilight cultists. Several dwarven soldiers were immediately sent out to scout the entire ruins, but they all wisely avoided the teleportation circle that had not yet been activated.

Diego knew that these people would definitely find nothing, the place was very remote, and few people would come except for some shadow elements and a few two-headed ogres lured by magic fluctuations. Sure enough, after a while, the dwarven scouts who had been sent out returned, shaking their heads and signaling that they had found nothing.

This relieved Orphest and Born Knight, the former waving at the crowd. The Twilight Warlock was carried out on a stretcher by two Black Iron Dwarves. The old priest Theodus Frostbeard's magic was quite extraordinary, and the captive seemed to be fine. Several dwarves came up and pushed him to the edge of the circle with some rough handling. He stumbled, but still stood still.

"How do I turn it on?" Standing on the edge of the teleportation array, Masrae asked the warlock. This captive wears a fairly shiny robe, and should have a high status in the Twilight Cult.

"Don't try to play any tricks, I can blow your head with a slight pull of the trigger, and you won't be able to release any spells before your brains come out, I promise." Looking at the warlock's rolling eyes, Diego threatened fiercely. The evil power contained in this circle is so huge, once something goes wrong, everyone in this ruin will have to be buried together.

The twilight sorcerer looked at him with a pale face and began to cast a spell, and as the spell progressed, the runes that formed the circle began to brighten up and glow blue.

Masrae nodded to Diego secretly, signaling that the warlock was not playing tricks, and that the druids were inherently superior to hunters when it came to sensing spell energy

The runes of the circle were finally all lit up, and an oval-shaped light curtain appeared in the center of the circle, and the light curtain rippled like water waves, looking like a door woven by a brilliant aurora. As everyone sighed, the Twilight Warlock rushed towards the light door, but before he could touch the portal, a heavy butt slammed into the back of his head, sending him diagonally and sending him flying, sending a large puff of smoke and dust on the ground.

Diego casually put his rifle back behind his back, then crouched down and took out a box from the demon's backpack - Diego found that this backpack was so good - the box contained a large bomb he had made before going to bed last night, and the iron case was filled with all the gunpowder he had left over from the bullets he had suppressed.

Diego made this bomb according to the structural diagram of a powerful salt bomb, which was originally used to siege cities and break down doors, and the power of this bomb is obviously beyond doubt. Although there were not enough parts for a while, Diego replaced them with defective products that had been eliminated during the construction of the gun. However, this also caused the instability of this big bomb, but the instability does not mean that the power will be weakened, on the contrary, the sacrifice of precision control zhì in exchange for the power of this elemental salt bomb has been greatly enhanced, and now, even its maker Diego is difficult to accurately estimate its power.

Diego weighed it for a moment, and cut the fuse a little shorter, this length is difficult to control, too short may explode before it can be teleported, too long may be doused or directly picked up and thrown back.

"How long will it take?" Masrae asked, a little worried. In fact, even if he couldn't teleport to Silishus, the violent energy fluctuations caused by the explosion could blow up the spatial passage between the two gates, completely cutting off the possibility of the Twilight Cult continuing to send reinforcements here. What he feared was whether the impact of the explosion would rain through the guò portal if the bomb hadn't traveled far in three seconds.

"There's a delay of about three seconds." Diego speculated that in terms of plane science and spatial theory, the two portals were overlapping in terms of spatial distance, and that as long as one side of the door entered, the other side of the door would come out.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Masrae had a rare suspicion, and to be honest, Goblin Engineering explosives were as unreliable as they were.

"I'm sure." With a shaky hand, Diego lit the fuse and kicked the bomb into the portal.

It was like a stone being thrown into the water, and with a fluctuation of spatial energy, the portal rippled like the surface of the water a few times, and the bomb disappeared. Great, the portal is still working fine.

Unfortunately, Diego couldn't see the earth shake when the bomb exploded. But he could guess that kind of scene, and in the countless film and television works before the time crossing, Diego had seen it countless times.

Just when the water wave caused by the bomb entering the portal was not yet normal, the magic iron frame of the portal suddenly began to shake violently, and Diego, who was about to leave, found that the runes of the teleportation array gradually became brighter, reaching its brightest in just a few seconds.

Diego felt himself clearly hear the crisp sound of the demonic iron frame cracking, but just before the portal was completely destroyed, a powerful shockwave erupted violently.

"Get down!" Diego took a few steps to the periphery, and then a fish leaped away from the portal, but he only had time to roar before he was overwhelmed by the furious onslaught.

Diego assured that none of the explosions he had seen in any film or television before his time trip had been so violent. The Storm Altar was drained into the circle with all the arcane energy that exploded like a blowout at this moment. The sand dust is swept by the jet and sprayed at high speed in all directions, and even sand smaller than a grain of rice hits the body, which can hit the body painfully. Diego felt like grass swaying in a sandstorm, ready to be swept away at any moment, and he could even feel the burning sensation of the circle fragments brushing against the top of his head.

The explosion had subsided after a dozen seconds, and as Diego coughed and looked around through the falling smoke, he couldn't help but be stunned even after reading the war blockbuster. The ruins had been razed to the ground, the original broken bricks and animal bones had been swept away, and the outermost stone statue had collapsed and shattered to the ground. The original rune teleportation array had completely disappeared, replaced by a huge crater, this crater was so huge that Diego estimated that it could fill at least a small two-story building.

With a soft "pop", Diego saw a circular object tumbling down the edge of the pit. It was a purple helmet, decorated with two horns on both sides, and an unfinished smoke lingered around it, making it impossible to see.

Orphest walked up with some depression and kicked it carelessly. The Thorsilver Brotherhood lost more than ten people in the explosion, in addition to more than twenty seriously wounded. But he can't express his displeasure with Diego yet, because the explosion has completely solved their worries, and the Twilight Cultists are no longer a problem.

But in the next moment, Orphest let out a "huh", and he realized that the helmet was not made of metal, but some kind of cloth - Diego guessed that it was demon cloth, because his demon backpack was also made of this material. What's even more strange is that inside the hood-like helmet, there is actually a human head wrapped in it!

People gathered around curiously. In this chaotic era, people are accustomed to more cruel scenes than this, and a mere head will not leave people with any unacceptable shadows.

The skull had been twisted from a torso by the force of the explosion, as the stubble would not have left such jagged stubble at the neck, and the skull looked somewhat deformed due to muscle contractions caused by massive blood loss.

However, most people pay attention to helmets. Although the helmet was made of cloth, it was inscribed with a peculiar inscription that gave it both the comfort of cloth armor and the sturdiness of plate armor, and it was clear that it was the magical object that protected the head that wore it from being crushed to pieces.

"Oh my God, it's Lord Villar!" At that moment, at the outskirts of the crowd, Twilight Warlock's eyes widened and he let out a scream like a rooster being choked by the neck, he was lucky not to have died in the explosion, but the destruction of the portal had apparently cut off his last hope of escape. He looked at the head in disbelief and muttered, "You're having a **** annoyance, Gugal will tear you apart!" ”

"Isn't he just a Twilight King?" Diego flattened his mouth and said disdainfully. As far back as he remembers, the leaders of the Twilight cultists in Silitsus were called the Twilight Lords, and each of these Twilight Lords ruled over a group of twilight believers ranging from a few dozen to hundreds. Villar was the most powerful of them and the most favored of the Gugar. This fallen Shadoworcer is known for his brutality and tyranny, and even the Twilight cultists fear him, calling him the evil Villar, but Villar loves the term, and sometimes even calls himself so.

Although the Twilight cultists are very afraid of him, in reality, Villar is only a small character in Silishus, far from a big one, and his death in his previous life did not even make a splash in Twilight's hammer.

"I'll leave it to you." He whispered to Orphest, to be honest, the situation was decided, and he didn't think that the remnants of the defeated army on the side of the mine camp would be able to make any waves.

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Note: The Storm Altar is actually located in the southern foothills of the Blackstone Mountains, but here, we need it to the north. Warlocks may be familiar with its location, which is where their ghost horse dreams begin.