"Looks like they've finally found out you're gone!"
Diego said sarcastically.
He turned his head and looked at the faintly bright caves, and after a moment, he looked at Tyran with some disbelief, "There are no guards here?"
” "No, there is, it should be in the mines."
Tyran said, tiptoeing down the cave for a while, finally stopping at the edge of the cave and peering into the mine.
Diego followed him, also cautiously peeking in.
The cave is not cramped, but more than seven feet high, with a frame of wood or stone supporting the two walls and the roof of the tunnel.
At intervals, a torch was nailed to the stone wall.
By the light of the torches, Diego saw five guards resting on wooden chests not far from the entrance of the cave.
They didn't seem to hear anything from the Castle of Madenhold, and were still busy fiddling with their own business.
Some were oiling their leather armor, some were boiling tea on a small stove, and one was holding a roasted black stick bone, trying in every possible way to get out the marrow inside, and the poor bone was put to his mouth and sizzled.
But without exception, all of them were facing the inside of the mine, and no one looked outside the cave at all.
Unlike the guards at the mouth of the valley against foreign enemies, these mine guards had to guard against prisoners who were thrown into the tunnels to do hard labor, so their attention was usually focused on the miners inside.
This small iron ore in the valley of the hearth is a high-grade bonanza, but unfortunately, the total ore reserves are not very large, and the veins extend down the mountain, winding hundreds of meters long, and finally disappearing into the belly of the mountain.
The miners had to expand the tunnels horizontally in order to maximize the potential of the veins.
This feature also makes this small iron ore mine not criss-cross and twist and turn like other mine roadways, like a labyrinth.
There are only a few tunnels inside, not long but wide enough.
So even if these guards stay at the entrance of the cave, they can see the miners' every move.
Diego roughly judged that the guards were about ten meters away from the entrance of the cave.
Unlike in the castle's chamber, the guards were talking to Tyran?
Fording was in a fight, his sneak attack was only discovered halfway through, and now the mine was silent, and once he moved, all the attention was on him alone.
Just in case, he decided to bring two more people with him - the entrance of the cave could accommodate up to three people entering and exiting at the same time, and any more people would be too crowded.
"Masrae, you get the first one on the far left.
Remember to become a cheetah, this mine road can't squeeze a giant bear.
He said in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, behind him, the Night Elf completed its transformation, and a cheetah appeared in front of everyone.
"Dezko, you second!"
"What about me, which one do I hit?"
Tyran?
Furding interjected.
Diego glanced at him, and to be honest, he was reluctant to let the lord attack with them, as he didn't know how powerful Tyran really was, and there was a lack of understanding with them.
"You follow and make sure you don't slip through the cracks."
Diego said euphemistically.
Although a little dissatisfied, Tyran nodded, he once led the army and knew better than anyone the importance of obeying orders.
Diego cats are next to the entrance of the cave, extending their left hand downward, exposing themselves to the light from the torches in the cave to make sure everyone can see.
"One!"
He popped out one of his index fingers.
"Two!"
This is followed by the middle finger.
"Three!"
As he stretched out his ring finger, the three of them burst into the mine at the same time.
Tyran?
Fording followed them closely.
The sound of their boots rubbing against the ground finally alarmed the guards, who stopped what they were doing and turned to look out of the cave.
"Who's where?"
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One of them asked aloud.
The scene that greeted them was terrifying.
At the forefront was a black cheetah, which had already rushed in front of him before its target could react, its sharp claws gently slashing his throat, bringing up a rain of blood, but the raindrops did not splash the lightning-fast cheetah.
He was followed by the ghostly ghost wolf, a guard holding up his halberd and preparing to fork the beast on it.
It wasn't the first time he had dealt with these beasts like this, the forests of the Western Plague Lands were full of wild wolves, and he always harvested a lot of wolf skins during the hunting season every year.
But the wolf was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and right in front of him, the running werewolf stood up, and in full view of the crowd it turned into a tall minotaur, who wielded the war hammer in his hand and easily swung the halberd in his hand, and then struck him on the chest, sending him flying far away.
Diego finally rushed over at this time, although he was only a second or two slower, but he had to admit that in terms of running speed, he was far worse than the beasts.
Because in the past two seconds, the enemy he faced had been prepared for battle, and with three enemies and one, they still had a numerical advantage.
One of them had a halberd, one had a broadsword, and the last had a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
Three weapons attacked Diego from all directions, forcing him to parry, wielding a jay's bayonet.
But the hunter was never alone, and just behind him, a yellow leopard leaped up and ran a few steps along the cave wall on the right before falling back to the ground.
Now, the flanks of the guards are completely exposed to its threat.
The three guards were taken aback by Guan Haifa's agile movements, and they subconsciously wanted to retreat to ensure the safety of their flanks, but at this moment, Diego took the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack, which restrained most of their attention, and the shield-wielding guard on the far left saw Guan Haifa pounce with the corner of his eye, but he only had time to raise his shield to protect his head and face in front of the pounced yellow leopard.
Guan Haifa was too heavy, he was thrown to the ground by this hundred-pound beast with a shield, and he was crushed under him, he screamed and kicked desperately, trying to kick the big cat away from his body, and even dropped the long knife that was suppressed, and felt a dagger from his waist.
He succeeded, and Guan Haifa took a step back, and then uncovered the shield that protected him with one claw, like uncovering the hard shell of an oyster.
He swung his dagger vigorously to keep the big cat from approaching again, but his weapon was too small for the enemy, and his attack only seemed to further infuriate the big cat.
Guan Haifa just waved his front paw lightly, and slapped the dagger away.
Then, the big cat waved his other paw.
He had to put his other hand in the direction of the leopard's claw, making a useless defense.
Guan Haifa's claws buckled on his forehead, and then cut his head and face.
"In the name of the Light!"
At the same time as Guan Haifa took care of the shield-wielding guard, Diego shouted in a low voice, and the fist of sanctions condensed by the holy light fell from the sky, directly smashing the halberd-wielding guard unconscious.
Immediately after, the stone crow's bayonet, which condensed the power of the Holy Light, slashed diagonally, almost cutting the remaining guard in half.
Diego let out a long breath, calming his pounding heartbeat.
He held his musket and watched warily outside the cave, but there was silence around him, and it didn't seem to alarm anyone.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at his companions, only to see Dezko and Masrae sitting casually on the wooden box.
"Look, I'll just say, he can do it alone, and he doesn't need our help at all!"
The Night Elf grinned and said to Dezko.
"If I can use a musket, I'm not afraid of another fight!"
Diego scoffed.
At this moment, beside the stunned soldier, the teapot on the small stove was boiled, and the hot steam spewed out from the spout of the pot, making a sharp sound that startled several people.
It is a miracle that this tea set was not broken in the battle just now.
"I seem to smell swift grass," the minotaur sniffed, then gently lifted the lid and sniffed hard, "Wow, it's chrysanthemum tea, we're really lucky!"
” The battle began abruptly, but ended even faster, and almost in the blink of an eye, the guards were all knocked to the ground.
Tyran, who had nothing to do, glanced around, pulled out a rope from the side of the box, tied the unconscious soldier in a knot, and gagged him with a rag.
As he kept his head down, a staggering figure emerged from the depths of the mine, shovel in hand, and watched warily at the strange procession of minotaurs, night elves, and humans.
"Who are you?"