Diego walked deep and shallow in the cave, his spell goggles eyes looking ahead, not paying any attention to what was underneath his feet.

When he had just swam across the lake, his clothes were so wet that they were almost transparent, and now he was cold and uncomfortable. But he didn't care about it, because Staven left fewer and fewer traces, neither drops of blood nor footprints. It was amazing, and he had been amazed at how the necromancer had managed to do it—as if he had never walked it before. But along the way, they didn't see a single fork in the mine.

"Are we on the wrong track?" Diego was a little skeptical.

"Uh, do you think we're going the wrong way?" Masrae looked at him amusedly.

"No, I mean this way, did we miss some secret door or secret passage or something?" Diego explained.

"No, if there is a secret door, my spell vision will see the spell aura above."

"However, as far as I know, some secret doors are disguised by physical disguise to cover themselves, and there is no need for spells at all, so don't ordinary people know how to build a secret room or secret compartment for their own property?"

Masrae was silent, remembering the place where he had found the Dragon's Tablet in the Blackstone Abyss, and there wasn't a shred of magic on it.

"You're always right, Diego." Masley said in a low voice, and just before he agreed to turn around and go back to look for it again, he saw a figure shaking in the darkness ahead.

"But this time you're wrong." He shouted happily, and rushed in the direction of the flickering figure.

"Hey, be careful, man!" Diego shouted a warning behind him, but the Night Elves were long gone.

Although Diego is not slow to run, he is far from the druid who turned into a cheetah. When he finally caught up with his companion, he saw that the Night Elves had turned back into giant bears, mingling with a dozen humans.

Although these people looked very thin, their eyes kept rolling. The white vapor emitted by the violent breathing, and the agile and agile movements all show that they are alive. Most of them were dressed in chain mail and carried short swords and scimitars in their hands. There was malice in his eyes. But even if they had the advantage in numbers, they couldn't do anything with the big bear, and he seemed to be at ease.

Diego finally breathed a sigh of relief. Passing the men and looking behind them, Diego saw a light shining in the distance. There should be the exit from this passage.

"Hey, who are you?" Diego asked aloud.

But no one answered him, and the men looked like a bunch of mutes, just violently attacking Masrae. Diego once thought that these people were survivors of the Brotherhood of Defia, but now it looks like this is not the case. However, the presence of these ambushers also shows that they are not on the wrong path.

"I almost caught the necromancer, but these guys jumped out and stopped me." The Druid Bear said as he turned around, dodged a scimitar slashed from behind, and slammed its owner against the mountain wall with one claw.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to figure it out for ourselves. But I'm sure you won't have a pleasant experience. Diego snorted and took a step forward, "Stop playing, Masrae, we're in a hurry!" ”

"Hey, this is my fight, don't interfere...... Giant Bear hurriedly shouted, but he only had time to crawl on the ground in obedience, listening to the death gaze in Diego's hand roar over his head.

The musket firing range, which had long been replaced with a shotgun magazine, covered almost the entire narrow tunnel. When Diego fired the first shot, the three ambushers fell on their backs. And then four. By the time he fired his third shot, there was no one in front of him who could still stand up.

"Oh, it's so simple and crude." The big bear got up from the ground and slapped his buzzing ears with his huge paws. Grumbling dissatisfied.

He turned back into human form, searched among corpses, and was lucky enough to find a living mouth that still had a breath left. The druid cast a spell and unleashed a rejuvenation spell on the guy - the human was so badly wounded that it would allow him to breathe a breath and not save his life.

"Who are you?" Diego walked up and asked. But in his heart, he had already guessed that these people were from the Cursed Sect, and he just wanted to confirm it.

"We ......," the ambusher said with a grim face, slurred, looking like he was going to die at any moment. Diego leaned in, trying to hear what he was saying. However, at this moment, he saw an eerie smile appear on the face of the dying man, exactly the same expression on Staven's face after his death.

Diego only shuddered.

"Oh, shit!" Diego made the right choice in an instant, shouting and rushing towards the cave exit in the distance, "Get out of here, Masrae, run outside!" ”

Masrae followed without hesitation, his trust in his partner kept him moving without hesitation. But it was this trust that saved his life, because before they could get any far, a loud bang rang out behind him, and a huge shock wave swept through the gravel and dust, and he only felt like a fallen leaf in a storm, flying forward involuntarily.

The mine was finally quiet, and only after a few minutes did there be a sound from beneath the thick dust.

"What the hell are the madmen!" Masrae coughed and got up from the smoke and dust, and cursed in a frustrated voice.

"I think you're right." Diego said disgracefully in agreement. Beside him, Guan Haifa violently shook the hair on his body and shook off the dust on his body.

They looked back and saw with trepidation that the cave had completely collapsed, and dozens of tons of gravel had completely buried the mad Cursed cultists.

"Well, there's nothing to be nostalgic about this place, we have more important things to do." It took a while for Diego to calm his mind and turn around and walk towards the exit of the mine.

It was close to the entrance of the cave, and in a few moments they were at the exit.

This is a slag outlet that opens in the middle of the hillside, but it should have been abandoned for a long time, and the barren grass all over the mountain has long covered the traces left by the dumping of the waste slag.

He stood at the mouth of the cave and looked around, but he didn't see a single figure—the hillside was full of waist-high thatch and man-tall bushes, and it was so easy to hide a man.

Those ambushers just now have delayed them too much. From this point on, these people have fulfilled their task, albeit at the cost of their lives. Many times, the word after breaking off represents abandonment.

"Shit!" Diego angrily kicked the gravel in front of him and cursed angrily.

"What do we do next?" The Night Elves walked up behind him.

"Huh? Of course, it's to chase down, and I can't let such a hidden danger remain in the territory. You can never imagine how terrifying a necromancer is," Diego explained, his face full of worry, "their power is not in how powerful they are, but in their ability to spread the plague, these madmen are almost dehumanizing, they can destroy entire villages, towns, and even kingdoms, you can see it when you go to the plague lands of the north." ”

"Well, I'll listen to you, but what I'm trying to say is that it's not a good thing for a lord to leave his realm for too long."

"It won't be long, and Edith? Hasn't Blom already gone back? I'm sure the big-mouthed dwarf would have said, 'It's done, let's open the barrel and celebrate!' Where's the lord? Oh, he went after the necromancer. Who is that necromancer? He is to blame for this disaster. Oh, what calamity do you know? That's a long story......'" Diego said in a rambling voice, mimicking the dwarf's words, he had learned so well that Masrae almost suspected that he was a dwarf in human skin.

"Look, it's simple, isn't it? There won't be any surprises, maybe we'll get this thing done, and when we go back to Mooncreek, Blom's story won't be finished yet. ”

"Okay, okay, I think you convinced me."

So what are we waiting for? Turn into a cheetah and sniff the scent of that necromancer, man, and I'm sure it's not that hard for you. Diego said maliciously, squinting and smiling like a fox.

"Don't think! I don't want to smell the disgusting stench of corpses! Masrae sternly refused, he turned his head and looked at the yellow leopard beside him, "Maybe Guan Haifa won't mind doing that, will he, little kitten?" (To be continued.) )