To be honest, if he hadn't wanted to get some news out of this guy's mouth, Diego would have fired a few shots as soon as he entered the door, because he had seen too much of the big picture and didn't play with the opponent, and then sat back and waited for the opponent to turn the tables.
It's not that Diego didn't have the idea of letting him go before extorting a confession, but in front of these cursed cultists who are eager for death, corporal punishment or something is really not enough to see.
Diego opened his mouth, but he found himself at a loss for what to say, whether to accuse the necromancer of his evil deeds or to give him a fake greeting.
But just because he doesn't speak doesn't mean that others don't speak.
"Hey, Bone Stick!
You did all of this?
Dwarf Blom asked coldly, but anyone could tell the anger in his eyes that was about to condense into substance.
The Scourge has long been thought to be the enemy of all living beings, all of whom are made up of the undead, but in reality, there is also an army of ordinary living people among them, and these living people are the Cursed Cult.
Many times, these living people are even more violent and crazy than the undead.
Dwarves hate the Cursed Sect more than any other race, and this is where Dwarves are most dissatisfied with humans, as most of the members of this sect are humans. v, he rubbed the dirty blood and minced flesh stuck to the war hammer on his shield, I have to say, this action is still very intimidating, Diego couldn't help but take a step back when he saw the necromancer opposite.
Strictly speaking, what the dwarves say is not entirely true, as necromancers are not bone sticks, although they are not far from bone clubs.
But I have to admit that they are still alive.
Although these fanatical lunatics dedicated to the Scourge are eager to die immediately and gain an immortal life that lasts forever.
But for the sake of their master's plan, they still have to continue to live.
Better mixed in with humans to act as spies, corpse collectors, or missionaries.
The necromancer realized that the dwarf in front of him was not a good person to communicate with, so he looked up and shifted his gaze to the humans among the three intruders.
"I'm very sorry for causing such a serious loss to you and your territory, Your Excellency Viscount Aznar, I hope you don't mind!"
He said humbly.
"Actually, I mind very much!"
Diego said with a calm face.
But the necromancer's face was flushed with joy, even if this lord's face was gloomy and terrifying, but at least he could communicate, right?
In the eyes of the Cursed Sect, as long as it is a creature of wisdom.
You can buy it, and if you reject it, it's just that you don't bid high enough.
"Of course, we will compensate you for the loss, I think it will be a great price to your satisfaction!"
"You're bribing me?"
Diego's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Of course not, I mean compensation, yes, that's what it means," the necromancer quickly explained.
"We can pay large sums of money for your losses, we can help you with spells, and even send someone to act as your spell advisor."
"Why should I trust you?"
"I thought you might be able to take a look at this, I'm not alone."
Staven smirked.
He reached out, took a badge from his bag and handed it over.
It was a badge depicted on a shield-shaped bony base plate with two crossed blood-stained scythes.
In the center of the pattern are three pinned skeletons, with two flaming soul lamps dangling from the scythe.
"Cursed Sect?"
Diego couldn't help but say.
"You know us?"
Staven said in surprise.
You know, the Cursed Sect is notorious in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom continent.
They can stop crying, but in the south, few people have heard of them.
This made him a little uneasy, because anyone who knew the true face of the Cursed Sect would not choose to cooperate with these maniacs who eat people and don't spit out bones, unless he is crazy.
"I've heard a little."
Diego said indifferently, in fact, he knew no less than this necromancer, and in the memories of his previous life, he knew the origin, history, organization, members, and territory of this evil organization.
He could even write a book about the sect if he wanted to.
His answer reassured Stavin a little, and to be honest, developing a real nobleman to join the Cursed Sect - even if it was only on the periphery, would have helped him improve his status, and maybe he could even get a deacon or even a bishop because of it.
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You know, even among the Cult of the Damned, where death is the ultimate goal, power is useful, because the higher the rank, the more power you gain when performing the Lich Transformation Ritual.
"Although in some rumors, our reputation is not so good, I would say that this is definitely a misunderstanding, and of course, there is also a slander against us by the Church of Light.
If you get in touch with us, you'll see how friendly and humble we are.
The necromancer tried to explain, but to be honest, he wasn't very eloquent, mages often excelled in intelligence rather than charisma, and they were rarely able to convince others without magic tricks and illusions.
But at this moment, the mage had been blinded by his yearning for power, and his overly gullible grasp of people's hearts was far less clear than his grasp of spells, and he didn't even notice the mockery and sarcasm in Diego's eyes.
"Where is your church?
How come I've never heard of a branch of the Cursed Sect within the confines of the Kingdom of Stormwind?
” "In ......"
Stavin hesitated, not knowing whether to tell the nobleman whether or not to tell the nobleman that this was a core secret of the church, but when Diego's face sank, he finally panicked.
You must know that this real nobleman is worth far more than a thousand ignorant farmers to him.
"At Raven Ridge!
There's one of our secret altars there, and Bishop Mobentfell controls the entire diocese of Stormwind," the necromancer said quickly, "If you join us, I can take care of introducing you." ” He bent down deeply, as if to express his humility, but on the face facing the ground, there was a vicious smile written on it, as if he had seen another prey that had fallen into a trap.
"If you work with us once, you'll never be able to get rid of it, idiot, and we'll cling to this to control you, just as we have done to the greedy nobles in the past."
He thought triumphantly to the bottom of his heart.
However, to his bewilderment, the prey completely rejected his offer.
"No, I'll find the door myself."
The lord said jokingly.
He looked up in amazement to see a thick musket blocking in front of him, and then the next second, a dazzling flash of fire filled his entire vision.
(To be continued.) )