Although Staven was dead - he hadn't fully transformed into his undead form and couldn't take such severe damage, Diego still fired a shot at his head.
The bullet blew off his skull in one fell swoop.
The red and white thing sprang everywhere, even splashing a few drops on Diego's body.
Now, even the most unpicky necromancer can't take advantage of this corpse.
Watching the necromancer slowly fall on his back, Diego felt mixed feelings in his heart, feeling a little indifferent, a little empty, not to say how excited, he just felt as if a big stone pressing on his heart had been moved away suddenly, his whole body was relaxed, and even his breathing was much easier.
But it was clearly not the time to savor the feeling, and he remembered that Masrae had come in with him.
He looked around and saw Masrae huddled in the corner, looking unconscious.
But his breath was short, his face was hideous, the muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes rolled rapidly under his closed eyelids, as if he were in unbearable pain.
Clearly, what Diego had just experienced was happening to the Night Elves.
He leaned down and reached out his right hand to caress Masrae's forehead, and the familiar power of the light was mobilized, enveloping the Night Elves through his arms.
Once again, a golden glow shone through the temple.
When the light subsided, Masrae's face gradually calmed down, and his breathing was no longer rapid, accompanied by a violent tremor of his eyelids.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
"Diego, watch out for the demons!"
His gaze was distracted, out of focus, and completely unable to see what was in front of him.
But none of this could stop him from warning his companions loudly.
"Alright, Masrae.
Everything is in the past and we are safe.
A gentle voice sounded above him.
It was Diego's familiar voice.
He blinked vigorously, finally seeing Diego above him.
"Diego?"
Masrae asked, "What happened?"
I met a demon in a nightmare!
If it weren't for Elune's protection, I would have been devoured by it!
” As the chosen people of the Moonlight, the Night Elves' pure hearts are clearly more resistant to the erosion of darkness than humans.
"Stavon is the hell, but it's a good thing I've killed him," Diego said, looking up to see a broken crystal bottle beneath the idol.
The potion inside has been exhausted, "Maybe these things have done some trick too, it should contain some kind of voodoo potion that can drag us into a nightmare." ” "I'm so glad to see you back to normal, Diego."
Masrae was keenly aware of the changes that had taken place in the hunter, and in him, something palpitating had vanished, and the gentle but gracious Diego had returned.
"I don't know what happened to me some time ago, it's like I've lost my mind.
I have to say, I'm so sorry to put you in such a dangerous situation!
Diego said apologetically, it was like a nightmare, he was sure.
The Soul Reaper's corruption of him didn't happen just after he came here, the evil and greedy demon had already set his sights on him even before the priest girl died.
What else did Masrae want to say.
But just then, they heard Guan Haifa let out a low roar outside the temple door.
This was followed by the footsteps and shouts of the trolls.
"These trolls are slow to come.
We even had time to get some sleep.
Masrae said jokingly.
What he didn't know was.
They don't have a long time in the nightmare, it's just that the pain makes them feel like it's a long time, just like people always feel like they have a hard time when they're in the middle of a difficult ordeal.
They hurried out of the temple.
As soon as he burst out of the temple gates, Diego heard a screech of spears flying through the air.
Troll headhunters have always been fond of intimidating their foes by carving holes in their spearheads to make them cry in flight.
But now it saved the two of Diego, and if it weren't for this sound similar to the sound of a chirping, they would definitely be shot into hedgehogs by the sudden throwing of spears in the darkness.
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"Get out of the way!"
Diego shouted, and he sprang forward and threw himself behind the statue of the king cobra in front of the temple gate.
Rao was a fast runner, and he was shot in the chest by several spears, and even with the protection of Asnar's food, he was still poked in sharp pain, and his ribs felt like they were about to be broken.
With his gun in his arms, he leaned close behind the statue and saw Masrae and Guan Haifa huddled behind another statue.
They're stuck in this little alley.
"What should I do?"
Masrae looked at him and shouted anxiously, "Do you want me to rush?"
” "Before you get to the alley, you'll be shot as a porcupine."
Diego replied, "Don't worry, there will be a way!"
” He pulled a flaming magazine out of his backpack and replaced it with a musket.
He needs to create a mess, and the more chaos the better.
"The Light is with me.
He is my shield that protects me from my enemies, and he is my tower, guiding me to the light!
He muttered a prayer—though he didn't expect the Light to answer him, but they would at least keep his heart calm—and he twisted around and spun out from behind the statue.
In the next moment, blazing bullets roared out of the muzzle of the gun and fired towards the alley.
Compared to the speed of the bullet, the spear was like a snail, and when the bullet hit the target, the trolls didn't even have time to throw the spear.
Diego aimed at the ground at the entrance of the alley, and with a thud of explosion, the orange flames instantly dispersed the darkness that shrouded in the night.
The trolls who were ambushed at the entrance of the alley were dazzled by the sudden bright light, and stood there at a loss, like grouses illuminated by the lights at night.
Diego fired a steady stream of guns, this time aiming at the revealing trolls, and a huge fireball struck them, exploding violently, setting them on fire into a humanoid torch.
The entrance of the alley turned into a sea of fire in an instant.
The firelit ground was strewn with burning mutilated bodies, and the air was filled with the air with the scorching stench of miserable howls and the scorching stench of corpses.
However, the trolls are clearly not defenseless.
A spear flying from the darkness farther away struck Diego in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Masrae, come on, it's up to you!"
Diego rolled back behind the statue in pain, then shouted at the druid, who had transformed into a giant bear.
But just then, a long, crooked, slender figure stepped out of the darkness with strange steps, and while Diego couldn't tell whether his crumpled body was previously deformed or distorted, he knew at once that this was the owner of the ruins, the troll witch doctor, the exile Zangir.
He finally showed up.
Almost instinctively, Diego raised the musket in his hand, but before that, the figure had raised his withered arm and threw a fist-sized clay pot far away.
The clay pot grazed the statue and smashed against Diego's side with a clattering sound, and a cloud of smoke erupted from the jar.
Can you still have fun playing, come here again!
Diego cursed with grief and indignation.
He held his breath and quickly retreated from the smoke, but it was too late, the potion was not the kind they had experienced in the temple, a hot sensation that burned from his nose to his throat and lungs, and for a moment, Diego felt completely unable to breathe, as if he were suffocating.
"I'm poisoned!"
Diego coughed and shouted in fits and starts.
Disturbed by the intense pain, he felt completely unable to concentrate and unleashed a cleansing spell on himself to expel the toxin.
"In the name of Elune, I summon the forces of nature to cleanse the evil of corruption, banish the curse of darkness, and heal the erosion of toxins!"
Just then, the druid behind another statue shouted loudly, and a soft green light flew out from the tips of his claws, sinking into Diego's body.
Diego only felt a chill in his body, the original burning sensation in his throat gradually faded, and he let out a long breath of turbidity, feeling much better.
With his mobilization, the power of the Light flowed slowly within him, mending his damaged body.
"We have to rush out, who knows what other tricks this terrible witch doctor has, we can't wait for him to come and catch turtles in the urn."
Diego wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth and gasped.
(To be continued......)