By the time the first rays of sunlight shone through the thick gaps in the haze onto the floor of the scorching canyon, Diego and Masrae had been climbing the hillside and walking along a dry river valley for a long time. They had almost passed by the reinforcements sent by the mines, and most recently, they were separated by a low mountain beam. About half an hour later, they came to the mine located at the foot of the Guanhuo Ridge.

Climbing in the hollow of a small hillside opposite the mine, the two men carefully observed the mine in the distance. The cave is located under a steep mountain wall and the entrance is open. This is rare in a fractured geological zone such as Scorching Canyon, because under normal circumstances, such a large hole can easily collapse if no support measures are taken.

In a few days, the Twilight Cult had actually built a simple camp here. The camp was surrounded by a semicircle of closely packed wooden stakes, enclosing the mine. The thigh-thick stakes were about a man tall, slightly outward-turned, sharpened at the top, and some of them still had unpeeled bark. The timber was apparently brought in from out of town, as most of the native trees in the scorching canyon were half-charred, and could do nothing but serve as firewood. Near the gate, a small Arrow Tower was built, and a Twilight Cultist dressed as a hunter was patrolling around the top of the Tower. Through the open gates of the camp, Diego saw tents and a handful of Twilight cultists working in the camp - it was clear that the Twilight cultists' rescue efforts had almost exhausted the area.

Diego gestured at Masrae and retreated to the back of the hill. After tossing all night, both of them were a little hungry, so they both took out the dry food and chewed it. In order to ensure that the food does not rot and deteriorate quickly in the hot climate of the scorching valley, Diego's self-made zuò dry food is dehydrated and hard enough to be thrown out as a stone to smash people. In this case, the taste is obviously not to mention, even Diego's full-level cooking skills can't make these dry foods more delicious. Both of them felt a little hard to swallow, but they still ate some in order to keep their bodies. However, Guan Haifa is very fond of these hard jerky, and its new teeth bite this kind of jerky very well, and it is very gluttonous.

While drinking water and resting after the meal, Diego took care of the gun incompletely. Behind his belt hangs a leather bag made of zuò, which contains not only gun oil, brushes, and wiping cloths, but also other engineering tools. This leather bag is very delicate, it is divided into several compartments, and those tools are inserted in their own card slots, so that they do not make a clanging sound in the leather bag because of running or fighting.

Stroking the cold barrel of the gun, Diego could feel that this hand-made weapon was so handy, it was literally an extension of his own limbs. Diego was sure he wasn't a fetish, but if the gun wasn't around, he felt uncomfortable, empty, and insecure. In just one week, he felt that he could not live without this gun.

After a short break, Diego returned to the top of the slope again. The place he had chosen was southeast of Camp Twilight, and he couldn't see anything from the backlight from the camp, except for a patch of sunshine, not to mention that Diego was wearing a lizardskin cloak, so he wasn't worried about being found at all.

He lay quietly on his stomach, and roughly judged the distance to the camp, about a little more than two hundred meters. It's not that far, and it's a pretty good sniper position for Diego and the gun in his hand. He aimed at the Twilight Sentinel on the turret and pulled the trigger. The sound of the firing pin striking the primer of the bullet sounded so beautiful, and no sooner had the loud whistling of the bullet been fired than the sentry had fallen headlong into the watchtower, and he didn't even have time to scream.

It was as if a hornet's nest had been stabbed, and there was a scream in the camp. Immediately afterward, more than a dozen armed Twilight cultists rushed out of the gate and looked around, but they had no clue - the gunshots kept ringing out, but as the canyon shook back and forth, they couldn't tell where the enemy was. It wasn't until the fourth of them fell, that they realized that this hidden enemy was not something they could deal with. Despite their reluctance, these people had to retreat to the camp. That doesn't mean it's safe, though, and when a few of the Twilight cultists try to poke their heads out from behind the wooden walls to watch the movement, Diego immediately tells them about the horrors they face when there's a real master hunter outside their door.

Seeing that no one dared to show his head again, not even glancing through the cracks in the wooden wall, Diego slowly retreated to the top of the slope and returned with Masrae and Guan Haifa the way they had come. He didn't let these two participate in this attack, because he wasn't sure how many Twilight Cultists were in this makeshift camp, it was too dangerous to launch a rash attack, if they attacked the camp, white-knuckle combat would be more brutal and uncontrollable than long-range ambushes, and they didn't have the capital to fight a war of attrition with the enemy.

Diego now feels more like a true hunter - he walks through the wilderness, surrounded by his loyal companions, he traverses the valley like a ghost, sets traps in the path of his enemies, is as cold as ice, as tyrannical as fire, as insidious as a viper, his musket is as swift as thunder, unstoppable, and only death can undo his killing**......

Diego used almost all his reason to control himself with great difficulty, not to be seduced by the false sense of power that controlled the life and death of others. This powerful feeling, while intoxicating, is as evil and deadly as a poppy.

At this moment, he suddenly shivered, and it felt like a basin of cold water was poured on his head. He turned around and saw Masrae holding his right hand up, chanting at him.

"Pacify, a druid spell. We usually use it to appease enraged beasts, but in reality, it is just as effective against humans, but not as significantly. Masrae, who was found, explained with some embarrassment, looking afraid, "It's a little disrespectful to you, but your eyes really scared me just now......

As he himself said, the Night Elves were really frightened just now, what kind of eyes were they, blood-red eyes, dense tendons, full of desire to destroy and kill, full of madness and brutal poisonous fire, but there was no enthusiasm and anger of the living, which made Masrae shudder.

"Thank you, Masrae, for saving me from falling into darkness." Diego gratefully hugged his partner and thanked him sincerely. The spell was so timely that it almost pulled him on the edge of the fallen precipice. In this world, the soul has a mysterious and unique power that even the most knowledgeable mage cannot dissect and explain its origin and belonging, this strange power can be evil, or justice, or chaos, or order, and its changes can be manifested outside the body. The book "The Betrayal of Sargeras" reads: "Sargeras's colossal body was also distorted by the depraved forces that eroded his mind. His eyes, hair, and beard turned into burning flames, and his bronze skin cracked, spewing endless hatred and flames from the cracks......"

Although people have not understood how the most powerful Titan, Sargeras, has fallen, it is undeniable that even if this act is just, his killing of demons still leads to the expansion and loss of control of his violence, if not the only one, but it is also an important reason for his fall. Power can make a person strong, but too much belief in power can lead to depravity.

In fact, there are too many negative emotions in the human mind - arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, gluttony, **......, and the darkness of these hearts is like a delicacy to demons in the face of the distortion of human nature. Nasrezm, a blood-squirming demon from the dark twisted void, is adept at channeling the dark side of the human mind to lure it into depravity and turn it into his own minions. The evil and cunning Dreadlord can even make entire nations kill each other out of inexplicable hatred and suspicion.

In the face of these inexorable evils in human nature, the people of Azeroth generally arm their will with the power of faith, but for Diego, who has always adhered to atheism, it is difficult to empty his mind and accept the existence of a large will. However, deep down in his heart, he faintly believed that there was a god - even the crossing of this kind of dog's leg had happened, and what else was impossible.

"Can you talk to me about Elune?" Diego said to the Night Elves a little tiredly, this is different from the idea when he was in the melting pot, when it was to pray for good luck, it was full of utilitarian colors, but now, he does not seek any substantial benefits from Elune, but sincerely seeks to get spiritual comfort and sustenance, as a shield and barrier against the erosion of darkness. Although it is said that a strong will can help human beings resist temptation, only saints can have no shortcomings, and everyone has times when they are panicked and weak or tired and relaxed, what should they do then?

"Of course, I am happy to spread the blessings of the goddess." The Night Elf replied, somewhat surprised, but even though he wasn't Elune's priest, he was still happy to develop the human into a brother in the church.

Diego poured some water out of the kettle and poured it on his face with both hands, and although there was still a trace of warmth in the water due to the heat of the scorching canyon, it finally calmed his chaotic brain a little. As he walked, he listened to Masrae's sermons.

By the time they reached the middle of the mine and the ambush site last night, it was nearly noon.

The Twilight reinforcements had not yet returned, and Diego began his first prayer in his life at the sniper position he had chosen. These prayers were taught to him by the Night Elves on the road.

"Merciful Elune, I kneel before you and ask to be a sword in your hand in the battle against evil......" He prayed to Elune, although war is not Elune's domain, but Elune, who maintains healing, peace, and tranquility, is not a goddess who preaches non-resistance. In fact, since ancient times, Elune has often appeared as a Night Warrior, and is said to have taken the corpses of heroically killed warriors off the battlefield and turned them into stars in the night sky.

On more than one occasion during the War of the Ancients, the Moon Goddess performed miracles to inspire the Night Elves to resist the Burning Legion, and when High Priest Tyrande Whisper was nearly killed by Akmund, she protected Tyrande from a blow from Akmund and the curse of the Dark Titan Sargeras on Tyrande. Her priests' chants bring the goddess's punishment upon their enemies, and their prayers bring back the lives of mortally wounded and dying soldiers.

For many Night Elf warriors, praying to her for protection is the most normal thing to do.

At that moment, Masrae, who had transformed into a panther, revealed his form at the foot of the mountain and waved his paw in this direction. The Twilight reinforcements have finally returned.

"Merciful Elune, please stay with me as I embark on my journey to face the unknown darkness......" Diego continued to pray, crawling into the shadows of the rocks, rifling his gun and aiming southwest of the path.

"Merciful Elune, please grant me iron will and courage when I take up arms and start fighting......" He pulled the trigger as the enemy reached the best firing distance, and a continuous burst of gunfire instantly resounded through the valley.

Even though Elune never answered the prayers of the faithful, Diego felt his heart gradually calm, and even in the heat of battle, he did not feel uneasy or wavering.

It was daytime, and the visibility was not a little stronger than the night at the time of the last ambush, and he attacked from a distance of five hundred meters from the enemy. Although it cannot maintain shooting accuracy at this distance, it can maintain a long engagement distance. The Twilight cultists couldn't rush for a while.

It took eight lives for these Twilight Cultists to determine that their enemies were in that direction. They immediately launched a charge, in the eyes of these fanatical doomsday sects, death is not terrible, and the destruction of the world is the ultimate goal they are pursuing, but this charge is almost a death charge, and one will fall almost every two steps. The rate of fire of the M1 rifle was not fast, but as the Twilight cultists approached, Diego's accuracy gradually improved, and by the time he replaced the sixth magazine, it was almost 100 shots, but when shooting at those heavily armored targets, he had to inject the bullet with arcane energy, which was somewhat delayed - at a distance of 200 meters, if not fired vertically, the penetration of the bullet alone was not enough to penetrate a finger's thick heavy armor. But even so, when it came to the 200-meter range, the Twilight Cult's reinforcements of more than 100 people were only about one-third left.

However, at this time, these Twilight cultists were already a little shaken, and before they even touched the enemy's hair, most of them were already dead on their side, and it was enough to collapse on anyone. Diego could see that the speed of the men's charge began to slow down, and when Masrae and Guan Haifa, who were lying in ambush on the side of the road, pounced on the crowd and stirred up a bloody storm, the Twilight cultists finally broke down, and the fanatics who shouted for the charge began to flee in all directions.

Diego fired a few more shots, knocking out all the bullets in the magazine, until the magazine popped out of the magazine with a "ding".

He looked at the scattered Twilight cultists and breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his gun and lay relaxed on the ground, his hands clasped in front of his chest, praying reverently to Elune.

"Quiet Daughter of the Moonlight, forgive my sins, bless my soul, make me lie in the greenery, lead me to rest at the luscious water's edge, you revive my soul and guide my path in the name of Elune, even if you walk in the twisted abyss, and do not fear to fall into darkness, for you are with me......" His prayer was so pious, and his faith in Elune was like a clear spring, slowly washing away the haze of blood and death on his heart, and the bloodthirsty destruction and killing** gradually subsided. In the depths of the distorted abyss of the void, an evil and filthy being let out a sigh and temporarily removed his coveted gaze.

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Note: Many of the prayers in this book are adapted from scriptural texts such as the book of Hebrews, and I hope it will not cause Christians to be offended. I have an attitude of reverence for Jesus Christ and have no malice.