Diego stopped when he was forty or fifty yards away from the shack, and even at this distance they could smell the thick stench of corpses wafting from there. And under a straw hut beside the hut, he saw the pile of wooden boxes covered with tarpaulin, and he was finally sure that the sailor had not lied to him.

"I'll come first." Masrae said, transforming into a giant bear and charging in the direction of the shack. As for Guan Haifa, the big cat had already sneaked around behind the row of shacks.

Diego shook his head helplessly, this is the favorite style of this second goods, rampage, straight in! However, Diego didn't plan to sneak in secretly, and he was in a hurry. Moreover, he did not believe that the Cultists of the Damned did not notice their arrival.

Instead of rushing to the door of the shed, Masrae slammed into the wall. The thin clay wall between the woods was not enough to see under the impact of his massive body. Broken wood and mud scattered in all directions, kicking up dust in the sky. The Cursed cultists who waited behind the door let out a chaotic scream.

They turned and swung their swords at the beast. However, the bear did not stop, and in their surprised eyes, it slammed into the wall again, and came out of it. Now, the building has been knocked out of a large hole in the side, and Diego can even see the view behind the house.

"It's out, it's rushing out!" A cursed cultist shouted. But before his voice could fall, another loud crash sounded, and the bear rushed in again.

The Cultists of the Damned fiercely attacked the rampaging beast, but to no avail, their swords could not even cut through its thick fur. The behemoth slammed into the wall again and again, more efficiently than the best demolition workers. Now even the dullest of people know what it's up to - yes, it's about demolishing houses, because that's the only way Diego's long-range firepower can be used to its fullest.

"Get out of here, this house is about to collapse." In the midst of the chaos, someone shouted again.

However, when they swarmed out of the house. only to find that what I had to face was far more cruel than I imagined. Torrential rain of shrapnel whistled from a short distance, knocking the person who was running in front to the ground.

"Kill him!" A Cursed Cultist dressed as a leader shouted angrily, but as soon as he finished speaking, a screeching bullet struck him in the head. He fell headlong to the ground. I can't get up anymore.

Not all of the Cult of the Damned are gifted with psychics, and those who can't become necromancers often become thugs who commit evil, acolytes who dispose of corpses, or coolies who dig for mines. These guys, who can only fill up the number of people, often don't have good combat effectiveness, so when they found that the man in front of them couldn't match at all, many people turned around in panic. I'm going to hide back in the house.

However, right in front of them, with one last impact, the crude shack finally collapsed with a bang. In the midst of the dust in the sky, a mountain-like behemoth slowly emerged from the haze, its oppressive size was terrifying, and no one in front of it could not help but shudder.

The Cultists retreated in panic like a tide crashing into a reef, only to be followed by another thud of gunfire. These cultists poured a piece of wheat like harvested wheat.

Flanked by Diego and Masrae, the Cultists of the Damned finally collapsed.

"Don't kill me!"

With a terrible screech like a rooster being held around the neck, one of the Cursed cultists fell to his knees with a pop, and an unpleasant smell different from the stench of a corpse emanated from under his crotch.

But no one laughed at him now, for almost all of the Cultists of the Damned were huddled together like quails, looking in horror at the death-like man in front of them. Obviously, most of these cultists are new to the Cursed Sect, and the yearning for death has not yet been deeply rooted in their bones, and they are not yet comfortable in the face of the threat of death. Even the heart yearns for it.

"Who can sue me, where is Staven?" Diego took a few steps closer and asked in a deep voice, "Don't play dumb with me." Do you know who I'm talking about? ”

The cultists looked at each other hesitantly, but no one dared to stand up, the horror and evil of the cursed sect left a deep-rooted impression in their hearts, and no one dared to be the first to stand up, because that meant betrayal, and everyone knew it. How the Cult of the Damned deals with traitors. When I thought of this, almost everyone couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't say yes?" Diego looked at the cowards mockingly, snapping his fingers at Masrae, "Over to you." ”

Masrae cooperated and squeezed out a wicked, bloodthirsty grin. The beast moved its huge body, and took a few steps forward, its mouth open, its bright red tongue outstretched, and it licked its sharp teeth fiercely, and in the shadows next to it, a pair of green eyes loomed, making people shudder.

"I say! I said, "Finally, someone can't hold on to death under the threat of death." A cursed cultist ran out of the crowd, he was closest to the bear, and he could even hear the beast's heavy breathing behind him, like a sigh of death.

"Where is he?" Diego asked in a low voice.

"At the river, he's gone to the river, he's going to cross the river to Raven Ridge......" the cursed cultist cried out on the verge of collapse, slimy tears and snot on his face, looking disgusting.

Diego finally understood that the necromancer must be quietly crossing the river while they were being drawn to the attention of these cursed cultists. It wasn't a clever plan, but it worked, and Diego was fooled. However, Diego felt that he might still have a chance, because Staven certainly didn't expect them to settle the fight so quickly.

"Transfiguration, transformation into a cheetah, Masrae!" He shouted at the Night Elves, "Run faster!" Once he crosses the river, it will be difficult for us to catch him. ”

He's right, the terrain of the Twilight Forest isn't as flat as the Wild West, and any corner can hide the next living person, oh, and of course, Staven isn't necessarily a living person now.

In fact, without any reminder from him, Masrae had already completed his transformation. He rushed like a black arrow towards the river.

"Guan Haifa, watch them." Diego ordered.

He asked the Cheetah Spirit for help, and then took a step towards the riverside.

He ran a few steps, but suddenly stopped—a movement that frightened the Cursed Cultists. He pulled out a flaming magazine and swapped it into the magazine slot, then fired several shots at the pile of wooden crates containing plague potions. After a few seconds, the flames of magic rose violently, and in the midst of the fierce fire, there was a terrible creaking sound from time to time, as if a fierce evil spirit was screaming. (To be continued.) )