The places that Diego had seen through the scope before, the ground arched and the dust was flying, and one undead soldier after another had climbed up from it, and not only ordinary soldiers, but Diego had also seen the figures of Abomination and Crypt Demons. Oriental Reading Network

Not only beneath the ground, countless Plague soldiers were pouring out of the stables and farmhouses, and some of the abominations that were hard to squeeze out of the doorways were even slamming straight out of the walls. It's hard to believe that these two humble buildings can accommodate so many people!

Hundreds of undead scourge howled, baring their teeth and claws and rushing towards the adventurers.

Dezko looked at the scene in disbelief, it was impossible for him to know that there was an enemy hiding under the earth. What about the elements? They didn't even give him a hint of warning!

Masrae transformed into a giant bear and rushed wildly. He could have run away if he had turned and run, but the others, especially the dwarves, couldn't run that fast.

Nazir? The blood spear trembled with excitement, the orcs were simply born for such a big scene, this race with a natural tendency to self-destruct was always longing for a heroic death, in their eyes, this was the highest glory of a warrior.

“Lok-Tar Ogar!” He let out a piercing howl, then rushed fiercely. The dwarf, who was equally undaunted, followed closely behind him with his shield held aloft.

At this moment, a deafening gunshot rang out, and bullets infused with holy light flew like meteors, and the ghost that had been lurking beside the Cauldron of Plague only had time to let out a wail, and was burned into a cloud of ashes by the power of the holy light.

"Hell, where did so many undead scourge come from? My Sentry Totem didn't even see anyone coming from Andorhar's side! Dezko could hardly believe that everything in front of him was true, and the endless remorse completely flooded his heart, and it was his arrogance and stubbornness that led everyone into a trap and a desperate situation.

The Druid Bear roared and slammed through the Scourge soldiers like a field of buds, and the Scourge was torn apart by his massive body like harvested straw.

"They must have come from the Psychic Academy!" He yelled gruffly at the Minotaur shaman. This was what he had heard from Diego after entering the Western Plague Lands, that this human hunter was always so omniscient, and that the most knowledgeable scholars in his head were more knowledgeable.

Located beneath the small island of Keldaron in the heart of Lake Daron Mill, the Psychic Academy is the cradle of the Cursed Cult and necromancers. The castle on the island of Keldaron was destroyed during the Second Orc War, and it once belonged to the local noble lords, the Barov family. Before the outbreak of the Scourge Wars, the mage Kel'thugad, who had not died and had been resurrected as a lich at the time, often lured people to serve the Lich King with eternal life when recruiting Cursed Cultists. The Barovs believed in Kel'thugad's demagoguery and offered the castle and the vaults beneath to the Scourge in exchange for the Lich King's promise of eternal life. Their wish was soon fulfilled - the Cultists of the Damned killed all the members of the Barov family and then "resurrected" them as members of the Scourge Legion. Later, the Cult of the Damned transformed those ancient chambers into a necromancy academy called the Psychic Academy. Now that Kel'thugad has left, the fanatical cultists and mentors have remained, the mighty Lich Les? Frostwhisper and Dark Dean Gardin lead the way. It is worth mentioning that Araki, the Lich who runs the town of Andorhar, was born in this academy, and it now appears that he has clearly sought help from his alma mater.

At this point, the slow-moving abomination finally arrived. Their heavy iron hooks and boning axes did not even dare to strike at them. Even more disgusting are the crypt demons, these spider monsters will throw a cloud of sticky spiders from time to time, and if you are not careful, you will become entangled in them, unable to move.

The adventurers had no choice but to fight and retreat so as not to fall into a situation of surroundment.

The minotaur shaman wielded a war hammer, absentmindedly and a zombie warrior, one person and one ghost moved slowly as if they were dancing an old disco, but even so, Dezko was almost chopped by the axe in the zombie's hand, if it weren't for Guan Haifa rushing over and biting off the zombie's calf.

"Hey, buddy, cheer up, we're not dead yet!" The orc swung his spear and poked it through the eye socket of one of the Scourge soldiers, piercing it in half. He turned his head and yelled at the somewhat dazed Minotaur.

"But if you don't come and help, I'm going to be really tired." Brian came out of nowhere, panting and shouting. His helmet still had a clump of torn spiders that looked like a woman's scarf. More than one Scourge soldier reached out to grab him. But they did not succeed, for the dwarves had already made a charge at the feet of the abominations.

God, Brian completely restrained the stitchers - the big guys' bellies were so big that they couldn't even see their toes, and the dwarves swirled around their feet like a whirlwind, wielding their war hammers and striking the stitchers on their ankles like iron. By the time the dwarves had rushed past the last big one, they were all on the ground, unable to get up again.

However, there was not only abomination in the Scourge Legion, more Scourge soldiers were pouring in this direction. Some of the Scourge soldiers began to bypass their barrier and circle behind them. If it weren't for Diego's firepower, these disasters would have almost always been successful.

In fact, since the moment it sounded, the roar of the muskets never stopped, and on the two wings of the adventurers, as if there was an invisible line of death, and every scourge that tried to cross it fell.

The bear charged, rushing to the orc's side with a flurry of severed arms and stumps, who were in the middle of a kill, and Masrae was nearly poked by his swinging spear.

"You've got to stay away from me, Big Bear!" The blood spear roared loudly, his eyes were red, he was angry, and he even spoke as if he was roaring, "I'm so ruthless that I'm afraid of myself!" ”

"We're in trouble!" The bear roared loudly as well. With a wave of his claws, he swept and smashed the other half of the face of a Scourge soldier with half of his face rotten. The whole rotten head made a crisp click, and it fell from the neck bone reluctantly.

"I know these natural disasters are troublesome, but how many people are there? It was only when I was in the barren land that I was miserable, and a thousand boar men blocked us in a valley, and the mountains were full of ......."

"That's not what I'm talking about, man, Dezko isn't normal," the druid interrupted him roughly, "we need his spell support!" ”

Bloodspear looked back and nodded, he and Dezko were so familiar that with his eyes closed, he could tell that the minotaur had gone mad.

"Damn, it's getting worse!" The orc scolded in displeasure, and he turned his head to look at the druid, "Help me for a while, man!" ”

He flicked his spear, then turned and ran towards the minotaur not far away. A bullet flew from afar, and the crypt demon behind him, the spider monster, staggered and collapsed to the ground.

The Minotaur Shaman is struggling with why the elementals are silent, while he foolishly leads his companions headlong into the trap. He mechanically wielded his warhammer and fought like a normal warrior, forgetting to even use his totem spells.

"Wake up, old cow!" The blood spear bent down, dodging the nonchalant blow of the minotaur, and then grabbed the braid under the minotaur's jaw, crackling and slapped several times in a row, the rude orc has never been a bosom sister, and he doesn't know what comfort is, there is nothing hysteria in their eyes that can't be solved by a violent beating, if a beating can't be solved, then two. Dezko's eyes were full of gold stars when he hit him, and the roots of his teeth were loosened, "Aren't you the earthbringer, aren't you Serrazane's darling?" Show me what you're capable of! ”

"Enough, enough, I said enough!" The slap caused a strong sense of pain and shame, and the minotaur was finally awakened, and he grabbed the orc's wrist and shouted. He lowered his head and spat bloody spit, a broken tooth mixed in the saliva, and smashed the ground into a shallow pit with a "snap".

"Leave it to me next!" He said angrily. He didn't know why the elementals of the Western Plaguelands had abandoned him, but he had another loyal elemental companion.

He pulled out a totem pole from the totem belt around his waist and thrust it into the ground.

Immediately afterward, he began to chant a spell that summoned the elemental rocks. Just a few seconds later, a massive earth elemental was summoned.

Bloodspear looked at the huge figure, feeling as if he had seen it somewhere, and he searched in his mind, quickly remembering who it was.

Lockhora! It had been summoned by Dezko in the Undercity, but by that time, the earth elemental had grown even larger, almost over five meters tall. Its shape has also changed a lot, the rock body looks harder and darker in color, like black iron, and its body is inlaid with many sharp crystals that sparkle like diamonds, making it look even more violent.

He slowly turned his body, looking for his summoner.

"Hey! Dezko, my little Minotaur friend, you finally remembered me again! It looked suffocated, and its rumbling voice was like thunder across the sky, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you, because of that failure, Serrazan was very angry and punished me severely, but she eventually promoted me to the Rock Lord, so I can help you even more!" ”

"Alright, my friend, we'll catch up later, now there's more important things to do!" Dezko stopped Lokhora's nagging and shouted loudly.

"So, where are your enemies?" Lokhora turned around, and then saw the undead scourge rushing in like a tidal wave. He leaned down, spread out his huge palms, and gently "brushed" the ground.

Yes, it's hard to describe how gentle Lockhora's movements are other than the word "whisk", but where his huge palm "whisks", all the undead disasters are gone, and the empty earth is only a few crushed flesh and broken weapons.

"Hey, Dezko, tell your stoneman friend to be careful!" The orc, who was almost "whisked" into a patty by Lockhola's big hand, shouted angrily.

But in any case, the Scourge offensive was contained, and they finally got a respite.

It was only then that the Minotaur noticed that the hunter's distinctive musket shot had stopped for some time.

"What the hell is going on over there in Diego?" He turned his head and looked over the hill, and he saw that Guan Haifa was running wildly towards it.

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