Diego felt a rush of heat rush up his throat.
He gritted his teeth and let the fishy sweetness overflow his mouth.
He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.
"It's a nightmare, and when I wake up, the nightmare wakes up."
He said to himself, and slowly opened his eyes.
However, the cold truth once again disappointed him.
He took a few steps forward in despair, but did not dare to approach the girl's body.
He watched in amazement as Brother Samuel crossed over to the girl, and the holy light erupted from his palm, enveloping her.
Just then, Masrae came to his senses, pulled out a large handful of ironwood seeds and sprinkled them around the girl, and began to gather the power of nature.
Diego stood aside, watching hopefully as they busied themselves as they made their last efforts to save the girl.
Until Brother Samuel came to him with a sad face.
"I'm sorry, Diego, we've done our best, but ......," he said with some sadness, "may the Light bless her soul. ” "Hopeless?"
Diego muttered like a dream, he suddenly raised his head to look at Samuel, his eyes full of pleading, "I heard that paladins can pray to the Holy Light to redeem the dead and save their lives......"
"I've tried it just now, but the Holy Light doesn't answer my prayers, and many times it's like this, you know, even in the Second Orc War, + Tulayan can't save the life of the Duke of Lothar......"
Samuel said sadly, the Holy Light's will is unpredictable, even the Holy Light can't decide whether to save the lives that have been lost in place.
Utter despair completely enveloped Diego's body and mind.
He barely managed to keep himself from falling, and he felt like the world was crumbling before him.
The heart that was originally overflowing with happiness seemed to be suddenly missing a piece and empty.
He covered his face helplessly.
Tears welled up in his eyes, he felt so stupid that he had never confessed to her, the priest girl hadn't even heard him say "he liked her", and now, it was too late.
"Oh my God!
How so?
Rainier finally arrived at this time, and he shouted in surprise.
"How so?
I want to ask you!
Diego spun around and grabbed him by the collar, snarling almost against his face.
Didn't you say you had enough people left?
Twelve, aha?
Who are you left behind?
Cook?
Or a groom?
Even a dozen potatoes can fight better than them!
” Diego questioned fiercely, his face turning hideous with rage, spraying saliva on Reinier's face.
He grabbed so hard that the baron's face was so red that he almost suffocated.
"Hey, calm down, Diego, calm down!
He's about to be strangled by you!
Brother Samuel hurriedly rushed over.
Trying to break his fingers, while his mouth kept persuading.
Diego's hands were as hard as steel, and Samuel didn't break them with great effort, and finally Diego finished roaring.
Snatched Rainier out of the way.
Diego gasped violently, his eyes glaring at Reinier for a moment.
He viciously spat bloody spit on the ground.
"Rainier, I shouldn't have come to help you this time!"
He said regretfully.
"I know.
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It's my fault, Diego.
I'm really sorry this happened.
Rainier said apologetically, not knowing what he had to do to appease the Hunter's anger.
"Get out, don't let me see you again!"
Diego took a deep breath, tried to calm his excitement, and said coldly, but that didn't mean his anger had subsided, and he looked at Reinier indifferently as if he were looking at a stranger.
"I ......"
Reinier tried to explain something, but Brother Samuel shook his head sternly at him, motioning for him to leave for a while and wait for Diego to calm down.
He nodded dejectedly and walked in the direction of the big tent.
"Diego, you shouldn't do this to him, Rainier is just ......"
Samuel said to Diego as he looked in the direction he left, and didn't want to see a rift between the two young men, which was not a good thing for the two realms that were in ruins.
"Mentor, I'm in turmoil, can you let myself be quiet for a while?"
Diego looked up at the monk and pleaded, this was the first time he had used the title to Samuel since he left Northshire.
Looking at his tear-stained face, the paladin let out a sympathetic sigh and left.
Diego sat quietly on the muddy ground in the middle of the camp, but he looked more terrible in silence than when he was agitated and angry, and the light from the brazier lit by the camp shone on his body, casting a shadow on his face, as if a terrible demon was grinding its teeth and claws in his body, waiting to be devoured, and the soldiers around him trembled far away, afraid to approach.
As if sensing the sadness and anger in the hunter's heart, Guan Haifa also wandered restlessly in the shadows around him, making a low roar from time to time.
It watched warily at everyone who approached Diego, except for one person.
"I guess you should check this out!"
Just then, the voice of the Night Elf rang out.
Masrae approached from a distance and sat down beside Diego.
Diego turned his head slowly and slowly, looking at Masrae blankly, his empty eyes unfocused, like a soulless puppet.
Masrae was carrying a broken piece of cloth covered in red, green, and green stains.
Diego's fish-like eyes blinked slowly a few times before they focused on the piece of cloth, and after a while, a little more and more life rose from the dead eyes, as if they had been ignited, and those eyes suddenly became amazingly bright.
"What is this?"
He said in a dry voice.
"I found it on a spiky bush outside the camp, probably ripped from some murderer."
Diego nodded, took the rag, and sniffed it in front of his nose, a disgusting smell of corpses emanating from it.
Judging by its shape, this should be the corner of the placket of a robe.
He flipped over the other side of the piece of cloth and saw that the back of it was embroidered with two letters "S?"
in runic thread.
"Staven?
Mismanto!
Diego gritted his teeth and said slowly, word by word.
All along, Diego has not been hard-hearted, and sometimes he even has some faces.
He has never been the kind of lone husband who "would rather bear the people of the world than the people of the world bear me", nor is he a butcher who "slaughters a million to be the best of the best", let alone a madman who is full of self-destruction and is bent on seeking the truth, asking him to do something ruthlessly, he will not be able to do it eight ~ nine times out of ten, but at this moment, boundless killing intent poured out from the bottom of his heart, drowning his soul like a tide of anger.
In the depths of the source of the soul, the fire of vengeance, almost condensed into substance, burned brightly, burning almost everything.
"Necromancer, you'll regret what you've done, I promise!"
He swore in his heart.
(To be continued......)