Diego slowly replaced the musket with a full shotgun magazine, reloaded it, and then turned around the corner and strode towards the three-pronged street. ＠＠， "May the light of Elune shine on our path!"
He prayed calmly.
Behind him, the Druid Bear let out a wild roar and crashed into the wood-paneled house to the right.
The wooden strips and yellow mud-pasted slab wall could not withstand his savage collision at all, and collapsed with a bang.
But that's not all, the bear didn't stop, but continued to rush forward.
If you look down from the air, you can see the rudimentary shantytown between the mule cart and the goblin ambusher, as if a heavy tank was advancing at high speed, crushing forward.
Wherever the tanks passed, houses collapsed, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and in the blink of an eye a deep trench was pushed out.
Diego leaned against the wall on the right side of the Ze and walked straight forward.
In this position, the goblins at the intersection on the left can see him, but the goblins at the intersection on the right can't see him.
To be honest, the goblins at the intersection on the left were really taken aback.
By the time they remembered to pull the trigger in their hands, it was already too late.
With a loud bang, a dense field of shotguns rushed in.
A few goblins standing a little taller fell down, and the goblins who weren't shot were busy lowering their bodies and putting themselves behind the pile of debris.
They bowed down, but they could no longer raise their heads.
The continuous bullets swept over their heads like a storm, and they did not dare to move.
However, they didn't have any intention of fighting back at all, because the sound of the shotgun hitting the wood was like rain hitting plantains, and it kept ringing in front of them.
Without the slightest stop, who would dare to go out and look for death at this time?
It's still serious to worry about whether this improvised barricade will be blown apart.
Diego walked steadily.
The shooting is also very rhythmic, with almost every step.
A shotgun will come out.
The large-capacity enchanted magazine of Death Gaze played a desperate advantage at this moment, and he single-handedly suppressed ~ the entire street opposite.
When he was still more than ten meters away from the intersection of Three Forks Street, Diego stopped.
Because if he went any further, even the goblins at the intersection on the right would see him, but he didn't stop shooting, and the death gaze continued to roar in his hands.
No one doubted that he would continue to bombard, and sooner or later the ragged makeshift barricades of the goblins would be blown to pieces.
The goblins at the intersection on the right watched in horror at the tragic plight of their teammates at the next street intersection, due to the angle.
They couldn't see Diego, they instinctively thought that there was an entire army shooting.
Just as they were terrified about whether to retreat, with a loud bang, the house next to them was shattered by the huge impact, and in the midst of the flying debris, a behemoth roared and rushed into their midst, setting off a bloody storm.
The bear's infiltration quickly turned the battle into a one-sided slaughter.
The goblins found that their muskets couldn't hit the big guys who were rampage through the crowd — more often than not, by accidentally injuring the teammates on the other side — even if they hit the mission, and the round projectiles couldn't penetrate the bear's thick fur and fat.
Inflict fatal injuries on him.
The bear's furious pounce and bite were like the call of death to them, and a goblin died with each attack.
The Great Bear attacked every goblin he saw wildly.
He had been suffocated by the long-range exchange of shots between the two sides before, and he unleashed his destruction to the fullest.
Under his savage and brutal crushing, the goblins finally collapsed.
They were at a loss in the confusion and could only howl and run to death.
Or, they have other options.
It's about holding on and waiting for the support of your companions on the next street.
However, the goblins, who had taken a few quick glances across the board, fell into despair almost immediately.
Because the goblins in the next street are not much better off than they are.
Actually, it's much worse.
At the same time that Masrae broke through the wall of the shed.
Diego pushed towards the goblins on his left at the same time.
The hail of shotguns from Death Gaze slammed into the debris pile in front of them, and as the distance closed, the shotguns grew more and more powerful, and large pieces of wood splintered from the makeshift barricades, raining down on the heads of the goblins hiding behind the barricades.
More than one goblin mistook it for a bullet and was so frightened that he peed his pants.
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Diego finally came to the barricade, and he made a wrong step and spared the side of the barricade.
At the same time, a puff of shrapnel whizzed by, enveloping the goblins in a barrage.
With a scream, at least four or five goblins fell.
The goblins panicked, some tried to escape, some tried to fight back, and for a while, the goblins were all together, and no one could achieve their goal.
Diego stood calmly in place, peeling an onion, knocking the outermost goblins to the ground with each shot.
The Death Gaze's semi-automatic structure eliminates the need to reload during a shot, and it roars one after another, pouring death and destruction into the crowd.
The battle ended very quickly, the roar of the death gaze sounded five times in a row, and there were no more goblins in front of Diego who could still stand.
He lowered his gun and walked behind the barricade.
However, at this moment, he heard a soft "click" sound behind him.
Diego's body froze suddenly, as if the blood in his body had been frozen at that moment—a sound he couldn't have been more familiar with, the sound of a goblin musket pulling up its hammer.
"Hell!
Where did this goblin come from?
He cursed inwardly.
"Throw away the gun and turn around."
A voice spoke behind him, the typical goblin accent, oily and weird, as if their vocal cords were all coated with lube.
Diego did so.
Although he knew that the scales he wore under his leather armor, Asnar's food, would be able to withstand the fire of the goblin musket, he didn't dare to bet that this guy was aiming at his own head.
He turned his head slowly, and saw a small goblin standing in a mud puddle in the middle of the road, with a table topping over beside him.
The pit wasn't big, otherwise it wouldn't have been covered by the tabletop.
But it's okay to get a goblin in there, it looks like this guy was hiding in the pit just now.
Deceived the hunters.
What a smart guy.
Diego was glad that his caution was correct, as the goblin was aiming his musket at his head.
The ugliness of the face was full of pride—it was enough to catch this powerful human hunter to make him appreciate the great foreman, and he couldn't help but rejoice in the heaps of gold coins that had been bountied.
As for the miraculous musket in the hunter's hand, he didn't have much hope - this epic weapon was not something he could keep.
Although he had never heard of the idiom "guilty", he still knew a similar truth.
"All I need is gold."
He said in his heart.
Diego isn't panicking, though, and he has at least five more ways out of his current predicament.
The endless methods of the hunters are not something that a goblin laborer can understand.
But before he could choose that option, a nimble yellow figure leaped from the rooftop of the street, a massive body of more than three hundred pounds looming over the goblin's head like a dark cloud.
"Oh.
Gold on top!
The goblin let out a terrible scream, and then Guan Haifa threw himself to the ground, biting his throat open.
The last bullet he fired in his hurry flew over Diego's head with a scream, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Well done, Kanhaifa!"
Diego shouted appreciatively.
He picked up the Death Gaze from the ground and ran back to the druid.
But he ran a few steps and then stopped.
The big bear was standing in the middle of a mass of debris and corpses, panting violently, and it seemed that everything had been taken care of, and he didn't need his help.
Diego looked back.
He made an all-done gesture in the direction of the mule cart.
A few seconds later, the four Nesinvari stepped out from behind the mule cart and headed for it.
"I have to say, I've never been so surprised in my life as I am today.
No better dwarven musketeer can be as good as you!
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Necinwari praised from the bottom of his heart.
There's no such thing as a dwarf in the way of life, and when he says you're the best, he really thinks you're the best.
Behind the old dwarf.
The other three were equally stunned, to be honest.
The madness and violence of this human being was completely beyond their imagination, and it looked like a blizzard in the Kazmodan Mountains.
It's hard to guess but it's powerful.
"Thanks, I think so too, but for now, we need to hurry."
Diego honestly accepted the old dwarf's compliment, and for the dwarf, they didn't like to be rejected because that would mean you thought he was lying.
He turned and ran first toward the northeastern hillside.
After more than twenty minutes, they finally ran out of the camp and came to the low hill to the northeast.
The trees on this hill have been cut down by the goblins, and they are bare, not suitable for hiding.
A couple of people just stopped and took a breath here.
In the meantime, Diego looked back in the direction of the lake.
Through the haze that hung over the camp, he saw that the entire goblin camp was like a stabbed honeycomb, boiling into a pot of porridge, and countless goblins were screaming and rushing out of the camp, chasing them in a hurry.
Diego was amazed that these goblins, who had run to the point of softening their legs and feet, were still running, knowing that the last time Nesinvari was here, it was the day before yesterday.
At that time, the goblins' cooks were still Stinky?
Kitchen knives, and just according to Acton?
According to the copper cup, the kitchen knife was drowned the night before, regardless of whether his death was a conspiracy of Stavin - although it seems to be most likely - that is, it has been three days since the necromancer began spreading the plague, and according to Diego's memories of the plague, three days was enough time for all the goblins in the camp to die.
But now it seems that the goblins are only dying at best, and few are actually dead.
Diego had long been surprised that the Scourge could spread in the icy environment of Northrend, but given that Azeroth possessed so many supernatural powers, he had to believe it.
But it's unbelievable that the plague doesn't spread at a high speed in the hot and humid environment of the Valley of Thorns - even with the goblins' immunity, it's unbelievable how slow the disease is.
But surprise is surprise, and escape must come first.
Before the goblins could reach the hill, they left the area and retreated into the jungle in the distance.
However, at this time, their group had already taken the initiative, and the death gaze of the ordinary magazine was not comparable to the goblin musket in terms of range and rate of fire, not to mention that Diego had the four musketeers of Necinvari next to him.
Gradually, after paying dozens of casualties, the goblins chasing after them became fewer and fewer, and the original dense gunfire gradually thinned out.
(To be continued.) )u