Diego couldn't sit still any longer, he felt like he was going to go completely crazy the next moment if he didn't do something.
He got up from the ground and walked to the tent where Brother Samuel was.
"Oh, it's Diego......"
The paladin was sitting on a stool tiredly, thinking about something, when he saw the hunter open the curtain and walk in, and said with some surprise.
He was genuinely glad that Diego was coming out of his grief so quickly.
"Mentor, can you do me a favor?"
The hunter asked straight to the point, he was in a hurry.
"What do you want me to do?
You know, kid, I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as I can.
The monk said kindly.
"Help me get a message to tell me about Edwin in the territory?
Van , Cliff, Harry?
Bogard and Stallman?
The three of them, let them take care of Yuexiling, and I will go back later.
Diego said that for him who was disheartened, the Moon Creek Territory suddenly became less important, and he originally ran the territory only to satisfy his desire to have a home, but now it seemed as if the idea had lost its meaning.
"Where are you going?"
Samuel was keenly aware of the meaning of Diego's words, and asked with some puzzlement.
"I'm going to track down Sophie's killer, and Masrae has found some clues."
"How long will this take you?"
Brother Samuel asked.
He wasn't worried about Diego's safety, as he didn't think there were any monsters in the Twilight Forest that could pose any threat to Diego after the Cursed Sect was wiped out.
"I don't know, maybe two or three days, maybe two or three months, who knows?
I can only be sure that I will not come back if I don't catch or kill the murderer.
Diego said categorically.
"Well, then, I'll keep an eye on what's going on in your territory, but you'll have to come back sooner as well."
Samuel finally said helplessly.
He had trained countless young people, and he knew that these fools with unturned brains would not turn back as long as they got into the tip of the horns and did not hit their heads and break the bloodstream.
Diego knew what he meant—unpredictable.
For a territory, it is not a good thing that the lord is absent for a long time.
But even if these three people have some thoughts in their hearts that they shouldn't have, or do some small actions in private.
As long as his lordship remains, there won't be any major problems - he can take this territory from the Brotherhood once, and he can take it from the rebels a second time, and he has that confidence.
Diego and Masrae soon left.
Diego didn't even bother to say goodbye to Reinier, though he knew he had a problematic attitude towards the Baron.
It's more like being angry with someone, but he just can't forgive him.
In the bottom of his heart, he always stubbornly believed that if it weren't for Reinier's running, this beautiful girl would not have come to this hellish place and died here.
They followed the trail left by the necromancer all the way south.
These marks were very obvious, because Staven was obviously traveling with the undead monsters he controlled, and the trail was littered with broken flesh and bones or rags and pus left by these walking dead.
Even at night, it was difficult for Diego to check and track carefully, but Guan Haifa's sense of smell alone.
Nor will they go the wrong way.
Although he hadn't eaten for almost a day, Diego felt empowered, a thirst for revenge that only the blood and life of the killer could quench.
Even the twigs whipped on his face, even the thorns pierced the exposed skin, could not make him feel pain, and he walked through the night forest like a ghost, feeling no pain, no fatigue, and the fire of vengeance burned in his heart.
If you can't burn your enemies, then you destroy yourself.
Behind him, Masrae looked at his friend worriedly, wondering if the change that had appeared on Diego was a good thing or a bad thing.
He was just instinctively feeling a little uneasy.
But he didn't feel any signs of corruption and depravity in Diego, and for the sensitive druid, it was impossible for him not to be aware of this evil change if it did happen.
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"Maybe after his revenge, he'll be back to normal, right?"
He said to himself.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think that Diego had gone crazy because of the torment of losing his beloved.
The changes that occur in the hunter are just a normal reaction of a human going through love.
Due to the contamination and distortion of the plants by magical energy, Masrae was unable to communicate with the vegetation and make them friendly, and they traveled much slower in the night forest than during the day.
The tree's overgrown branches and warped roots were all over their place, and Diego tripped over the roots under his feet more than once, but his agility was not enough to knock himself all over the place.
In this regard, Guan Haifa and Masrae are much more relaxed, and the advantages of the four legs are clearly revealed here.
Even with the goggles of magical energy, Diego's speed inevitably slowed down.
Diego had to force himself to stop focusing on revenge and to think about something else so that his brain wouldn't be burned into a pot of porridge by the flood of thoughts that came to him.
He didn't think about Raven Ridge, because the thought of that place made him feel a heart-wrenching pain.
He circled around in his mind, and finally remembered his territory, Yuexi Town.
To tell the truth, he didn't know many people about that territory, and although the people who had been freed from the sea of misery by his arrival were grateful to him, he was not familiar with the inhabitants because of the reserve of a nobleman.
So, who else does he know besides the Big Three?
He felt like he could count them on one hand.
Gentle Christopher?
Falar, and that stone-stubborn copperbearded dwarf Edith?
Blom, Bart who is grateful to himself Dade?
Leibi, Van Gore, who awakened to the way of the shaman and became a chatter, oh, and that cute little girl, Vanessa?
Van Cleef, her appearance and figure did not match her age at all, although she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, it was believed that she was an eighteen-year-old girl, and to be honest, she was so beautiful.
Diego was suddenly startled by his almost blasphemous memory, and he couldn't help but shake his head to shake the terrible thought out of his mind.
"What's wrong with you?
How long has Sophie been dead?
Diego, you're a bastard in the middle of a no-and-out bastard!
Diego spit on himself in the bottom of his heart.
But just as he was in a trance, a ghostly light was emerging from behind the surrounding trees, like miserable white shadows, and then gradually formed a human form floating on the ground.
Their heads were completely hidden in the darkness under their hoods, their bodies were wrapped in tattered shrouds, and around their ankles were wrapped in locking chains, and their hands had been distorted into huge claws, which looked sharp and hideous.
And all this is miserable and transparent.
"What the hell!"
When Diego was finally awakened from his contemplation by the abnormal negative energy fluctuations around him, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.
The hell it is, indeed.
Ghosts that exist only in supernatural stories on Earth do exist in Azeroth, and are not uncommon in various adventure stories.
These resentful and cursed souls have no body, and ordinary swords will only break through them when attacked, but they will not do much damage, but that does not mean that they are also incapable of harming humans.
Because a part of their body, such as their claws, freely change form at their will, they are even sharper than a sword when materialized.
Moreover, when these claws full of shadow energy touch their opponents, they will also erode their ~flesh~ bodies, absorb their vitality, and make them rush to cold and despair.
For this disembodied spirit monster, ordinary bullets or blaze bullets and the like would not help at all, but Diego knew his situation, since the end of the battle with the lich, his power of holy light had not recovered to one-tenth of its original strength, and if the bullet was infused with holy light, it would not take a few rounds to drain it again.
"Dust to dust, dust to earth, let the deceased rest in peace, let those who are nostalgic and not go regain liberation!"
Diego prayed in his heart, and then raised the gun in his hand, not in a shooting position, but in a spear-holding melee position, the holy light shining silver-white on the bayonet at the tip of the musket, like a dazzling torch in the night.
"The Light is with me!"
Diego rushed forward like a warrior.
(To be continued.) )