As soon as they engaged, they realized the difference between this wave of hunters and the previous ones.
Van Goray was already a big man among the gnolls, but they weren't shorter than him, and they were no less powerful.
However, these gnolls have brute strength, but their movements are as stiff as mechanical puppets, their eyes are glazed, and they exude a strong stench, although all the gnolls stink, but these guys are different, the stench on their bodies is more like that of rotting corpses.
Windthor swung his shield and smashed the gnolls that charged at him into a ball of minced flesh.
But instead of red blood, a yellowish pus flowed out of the broken corpses.
"Be careful, these guys are undead creatures!"
He warned loudly, Fan Golei's face showed deep pain, although it was not forbidden for the gnolls to fight among themselves, and when there was a shortage of food, they would eat the thinnest old and weak, but these undead puppets that were still alive not long ago still deeply stimulated him.
He wails like a wounded lone wolf, wielding his great sword and dismembering his own kind into pieces—the only way to relieve their suffering.
"How did they chase so fast?"
Diego was puzzled, to be honest, it would have been impossible for him to judge the location of his prey so accurately.
"There's something up there!"
Masrae suddenly shouted, the first thing he heard overhead the sound of a bird flapping its wings.
Diego looked up.
Looking into the sky, he saw a black dot appear in the night sky, a little closer to the blue child between the two moons.
It's a griffin.
Mogans hovered no more than a hundred meters above their heads on a griffin ride.
It seems that the mage enjoyed the hunt, and he didn't plan to do it himself until the hunt was completely gone.
Without hesitation, Diego raised his pistol and fired a shot into the sky.
With the screech of flares, a ball of light pierced the sky.
By the light of the blob, they could see the figure of the beast, a griffon with a wingspan of more than five meters, its wings reflecting the glow of magic in the starlight.
Obviously.
It was blessed with some sort of protective spell.
Without being reminded by anyone, Diego did not hesitate to raise his rifle and continue to fire.
The silent night was instantly broken by the roar of rifles.
He is confident in his marksmanship.
Even at night when he couldn't see his fingers, he could shoot the big bird—it was just too big.
In fact, just as he imagined, all the bullets in the entire magazine hit the target, but the effect was not as ideal as he imagined.
The griffon's body flickered with a spell aura.
Blocking or deflecting bullets, it doesn't appear to take any damage.
Attacked, the big bird flapped its wings and soared into the air.
But its weight makes the climb very slow, and its owner doesn't think he's going to hurt himself, he doesn't think the ants below can hurt him.
"Hell, I don't believe it yet."
Diego said viciously, pulling out a full magazine, filling it into the magazine, and starting to shoot.
This time, he infused the bullet with an abundance of arcane energy, The bullet still didn't penetrate the griffon's spell shield.
But this time, it was obvious that its energy had been consumed, and the magic aura that flickered when it was shot was far less dazzling than it had just been.
Diego struck even harder, and just before he could use out another magazine, the aura of spell that hung around the griffon's body suddenly vanished.
The shield that protected it had finally run out of energy and failed.
Diego pulled the trigger overjoyed.
The last bullet in the chamber was fired.
The griffon whirled in the air, trying to dodge attacks from the ground.
But just then, the bullet from the new magazine hit the base of its wings, and it let out a scream, spasmed in the air, and staggered to climb to a height that the bullet couldn't reach.
But the consequence of doing so was that the rider on its saddleback lost its balance and slipped off its back, falling down like a stone.
"You deserve it, fall to death this old guy!"
Fan Gogh cursed in relief.
Diego drew his pistol and fired another flare.
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He wanted to know where this guy had fallen, and he wanted to see people alive and corpses when he died.
This is a great treasure, almost everyone knows that the mage is a rich man, and a random touch on the corpse is enough for an ordinary person to eat for several years.
But to everyone's surprise, the rider did not fall like a freefall, he fell slowly in the air, swaying from side to side, occasionally being propelled like a feather into the distance by the night wind.
"Damn, it's the Feather Fall Technique!"
Diego finally realized what was going on, and he scrambled to reload his magazines and raise his rifle again, but before he could shoot, the fallen man had fallen too low, and the surrounding canopy completely obscured him.
"Chase!"
Windsor shouted loudly that this was their best chance to kill Morgans.
If he is allowed to run away this time, the next group will have to face an even more terrifying counterattack from this mage.
The group ran wildly through the jungle, but when they reached the place where Morgans had fallen, they saw the mage standing under an old oak tree smiling, looking calm.
A green flame of magic burned in the bushes around him, illuminating the place like a ghost.
But Diego immediately noticed that his robes had been cut through the branches, and that blood was leaking from his trouser legs.
"He's definitely hurt."
He thought to himself.
"Want to have fun?"
The mage said suddenly, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed a piece of charcoal, "Want to try my spells?"
I can play with you until dawn. ” "You ......," Diego gasped and opened his mouth, but the marshal interrupted him rudely.
"Don't listen to his, he's stalling and waiting to regain his strength."
Windthor yelled loudly, raising his shield and covering himself and rushing forward.
But the mage raised his hand, and silver fusiform arcane energy rapidly gathered at his fingertips.
From the time the spell was recited to the spell being formed, it was only a second later.
Then, in the next second, fifteen energy bullets the size of a fist roared up.
Shot at Windthor one after another.
The speed and the fierceness of the attack made the veterans who were preparing to rush forward have no time to dodge.
Diego only heard the sound of a "tuk, tuk, tuk" from a projectile hitting his shield, and then Wendthor began to retreat until the projectiles were poured, and he was even a full five meters back from where he had charged.
The last one leaned back, lying on the ground on all fours.
Diego was a little glad that it was Windsor who was playing against him.
If it was someone else who didn't have a shield, then it would be turned into a lump of minced meat by these energy bullets in minutes.
Taking advantage of Morganth's chance to deal with Windsor, Masrae has turned into a giant bear and pounced on it.
However, the staff in the mage's hand slammed to the ground.
A cloud of extremely cold frost energy spread like a lotus flower in all directions, enveloping the giant bear in it.
He could even hear the cracking of his own blood being frozen.
The bear struggled to move forward, his large paws no more than three feet away from the mage, but it had no idea when it would be able to cover the distance.
Immediately after, the mage pointed at Van Gore, and with a cloud of smoke, the gnolls turned into a sheep for the second time today, and walked around the ground in a daze.
At last.
He looked at Diego, who had not moved since the start of the war, which was why he was the last target of the mage.
"You're very knowledgeable.
If you're willing to join me, I'll give you a good place," the mage said approvingly, looking at Van Gore, who had turned into a sheep, "How about leading this group of brainless gnolls?"
I need someone as smart as you to help me, since I left Stormwind.
There is a great shortage of talent like you around me. ” However, at this moment, the mutation suddenly occurred.
In the shadows behind Morgans, a yellow leopard leaped out of the grass and pounced on his back, but Morgans turned around and snapped his fingers in a calm manner.
A cone of ice shot out from between his fingers and struck the big cat.
It was blasted out of the way, and before it hit the ground, it was frozen into ice.
Diego was waiting for this opportunity, he picked up his gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the brilliant gunfire shone again and again in the night forest.
"I really don't want to kill you, you don't know how much I've contributed to the development of the arcane, whether the spell is evil or not, is it really that important?"
Morgans calmly turned his head, pointed the jade staff at him, and said threateningly, his voice was like thunder, completely suppressing the roar of the rifle, "I don't want to be your enemy."
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Lay down your arms, hunter!
Join the Tower of Ilgara!
” "What you have done has already been done, you are just walking the old path that Kel'thugad has walked, destined to be remembered for thousands of years!"
Diego shouted and fired fiercely, but the bullet hit the mage as if it were on solid ice, and only the crunch of an ice axe on a glacier could be heard.
Eventually, he ran out of bullets in the chamber of his gun, until the last pull of the trigger, the sound of the empty compartment hanging, and the clip jumped out with a clatter and fell to the ground.
He hurriedly drew his pistol and fired, but he had long forgotten that it was only filled with flares, and it could not penetrate the mage's spell shield.
The flares that had been bounced off the ground were burning violently, illuminating the place as if it were day.
"A hunter without bullets is nothing!"
Morgans said contemptuously, and he removed his flat hand and aimed it at Wendthor who was persistently rushing up again, and the flame energy in his hand spewed out towards the warrior, bathing him in flames.
"Die, old self-righteous thing."
He shouted loudly, as if he recognized who the warrior in front of him was, but he clearly had no good impression of the veteran.
But Windsor emerged from the flames, his shield and armor already red, but the marshal shuffled forward with a slow, steady pace, two, three, and finally raised his sword and began to charge.
Morgans was taken aback, but quickly reacted.
He took a step back, dodging Wendthall's shield blast.
The warrior spun around and slashed with his one-handed sword, forcing Morgans back a step.
He then swept his sword and slashed at his waist, and the mage was forced back a third step.
But that was the end of his attack, and now Morgans had completely eased up.
Windsor's next blow slashed at a large, transparent barrier of ice, and the silver blade splattered with ice but did no damage to Morganth.
The mage hid in the ice. looked at him mockingly.
The warrior's angry flat slashes, heavy slashes, straight stabs, and shield strikes were blocked by this piece of ice every time, and they could only cut out pieces of ice chips on it.
Just as he raised his blade for the last time, the magical ice suddenly vanished.
Just before he swung his sword in overjoy, the mage roared and raised his wizened left hand again, surging arcane energy erupting from his hand.
The impact landed on Windsor, sending his body flying like a sack.
"The ghost is not gone!"
Morgans threw out these words.
Turning around, he looked at where Diego had been.
In his plan, he had plenty of time to wait for this hunter to reload.
He knew that muskets could never decide the outcome of a battle.
However, the human hunter was not there.
Morgans was surprised to find.
Diego was behind him, but it was too late for him to turn to look.
The bayonet in front of the rifle had already pierced the mage's back.
The armor-piercing cone-sharp bayonet finally broke through his magical protections, and the enchanted blade gleamed in the night.
"A hunter without bullets is not waste," said the hunter through gritted teeth, pressing his whole body against the butt of his rifle as if he were hanging himself on it.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Morgans finally realized that the situation was out of control, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
"I must admit that ignoring your threats was the biggest mistake."
The mage took a hard breath and grinned, "But it's good that I still have a chance to correct this mistake. ” said.
He twitched and raised his hand, arcane aura converging in his palm, ready to cast a magic blast to drive the hunter away from him.
But Diego didn't give him that chance.
He burst out with all his power and pressed them against the butt, the sharp blade of which went through Mogans's ribs and into his heart.
The look on Morgans' face was astonished.
Even shock.
Obviously, he still can't accept the fact that he is about to be defeated.
"I never wanted to hurt anyone.
Why bother," he sighed bitterly, relaxing his expression, but his face looked full of hypocrisy, "I just want to quietly conduct my own spell research, why do you have to kill them all?"
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” Diego's bayonet had sunk into Morgans' body, and the tip of the blade had even pierced through the mage, peeking out of the robes in front of him.
The mage fell to his knees, but Diego still didn't dare to let go, clutching his rifle tightly.
Diego writhed the bayonet hard, trying to widen the wound it had inflicted, but the ice clotted from the blood at the wound prevented him from doing so, and he realized that Morgans was not without the power to fight back, and that he was still preparing the most powerful counterattack.
However, at this moment, Diego saw a charred Wendsol stand up again.
He was covered in smoke and staggered over.
He had already lost the shield in his left hand, and instead held his sword in both hands and slashed with a powerful slash.
The blade slashed into Morgans' neck, slicing the mage's head off in one fell swoop.
However, Diego felt himself faintly hear a terrible wail of despair, and a huge evil energy erupted from Morgans's body like a volcanic eruption, and this green pus-like flame shot straight into the sky, and the originally brilliant night sky was completely obscured by it at that moment.
In a trance, Diego felt as if the boiling energy had outlined a face, a demonic face with horns on its forehead, struggling to let out a desperate wail.
When it was all over, there was only a mass of laundry left on the ground.
Morgans had long since been devoured by the parasitic demon, and after the demon was banished, he did not even have an empty shell left.
Diego rushed towards Windsor in a panic.
On the burnt black ground, Windthor lay motionless, looking like a dead man, only his slightly heaving chest proved that he was still alive.
Diego knelt beside him, scrambling to untie his armor, occasionally making a soft noise when he accidentally touched the hot iron plates.
Impatient, he finally cut the belt of his armor with a bayonet.
As he tore off the marshal's armor despite the heat, a hot steam rose from Windthor and looked like a steamer for steaming buns.
"Masrae, are you dead?
If you're not dead, get here!
Diego shouted anxiously.
At this moment, with a soft bang, Van Golay the sheep finally changed back into human form, and he looked around in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
"Am I missing something?"
He looked at the mess in surprise and asked.
(To be continued) Azeroth's Adventure Guide