The shield wall pressed in.
The veterans lined up in front of the stairs leading to the second floor.
On the stairs behind them, Diego kept firing with his musket, but the two sides were too close to each other, and the death gaze didn't fire fast because it needed to be recharged, and it didn't knock over a few in total.
Just then, Diego saw a dark cloud fly over his head.
His hands shook in fright, and a bullet that came out of his disembowelment almost hit the massive mountain of Roh.
It's the Night Elf Druid.
The giant bearman who landed on the ground stood up and swooped down on the first row of shields.
While most of these shield defenders were the strongest soldiers selected, none could match the strength of a giant bear.
The shield defenders were pounced on by it at once, two or three.
The originally tight shield array was torn open with a gap.
The bear activates its fur at its fur and fiercest as soon as it comes up: its fur is as rough and tough as tree bark, its mane is as hard as steel thorns, and its survival instinct allows it to dodge fatal damage in battle.
The warhammers in the hands of the shield defenders struck at its thick fur as if it tickled it, and even if the occasional mace nail could cut through its fur, the wild forces of nature revived it almost in a furious way, and the muscles around the wound rolled and writhed, healing almost in the blink of an eye.
The shield defenders could do nothing with it, but one of its sweeps could send a piece of the air away, a blow that could break a man's tendons, its claws were sharp, its bite was savage and ferocious, and it roared wildly, rampaging through the crowd and stirring it up.
There was no way to hide, and the shield defenders who could not avoid it were as fragile as chickens, as if a wild boar had broken into the budding rice field, and in the blink of an eye, a large piece had been arched down.
The battle ended quickly, as if suddenly, the fierce crash, shouting, and roaring came to an abrupt end, and only a few faint moans were still being uttered by the wounded on the ground.
The behemoth stood among the corpses and the wounded, turning its head to look at the stunned spectators at the top of the staircase.
It shook its wet mane vigorously, its thick fur rolling like waves, blood raining around, and scarring red flowers on the walls.
It grinned, its fangs stained with blood, and dark red blood foam trickled down from the corners of its mouth and fell to the ground with a tick, looking like a ferocious demon.
Diego heard a grunt of swallowing saliva behind him.
It was the first time the veterans had seen the druid's bear form, and they didn't make any connection between the murderous-looking behemoth in front of them and the tall, lanky Night Elf.
"Hey, man, how am I doing?"
Big Bear gasped and looked at Diego triumphantly.
"What is this?
Is Five Minutes a real man?
Diego said scoffingly.
After the explosion, the Druid Bear, who was already exhausted, heard that he could no longer hold on, and collapsed to the ground at once.
"Or else?
If you don't break out in a wave, if you really look at these people and fight slowly, I can't beat them.
He said weakly.
The dying crusader wounded on the ground almost broke down: what could I do, I was desperate too—Lao Tzu was squeezing around in the crowd, and he was lying here in a daze without even touching the bear's hair!
Diego nodded in agreement, indeed, against these iron-clad turtle-like shield guards, this unreasonable shit-stirring stick may be the king.
"What about Dezko?
What the hell are you guys doing?
He suddenly remembered this and asked curiously.
"Won't you go up and have a look?"
To his surprise, the druid even sold a pass.
Well, Diego glanced out the door.
The square outside the gate was silent, and Arton was leading the veterans to bring the crusader wounded to the gate, although the two sides were still fighting desperately and bloodily, but this did not affect them to help the wounded.
It had been well over a quarter of an hour, and it seemed that it would not be possible to fight for a while.
He threw the death stare behind his back and walked up the stairs to the second floor.
"What room are they in?"
He asked without looking back.
"Go upstairs and turn left next to the stairs in the second room."
The bear replied without raising his head.
Diego walked up the stairs to the second room on the left and walked straight inside.
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The room was empty, and on the two chairs in the middle of the room, Tyran and Dezko were leaning back with tired faces.
They looked tired, and when they saw Diego come in, they just nodded at him slightly, and didn't even say a word.
Diego saw that Tyran was holding something the size of an egg in his hand.
It was an oval stone with light blue runes carved into it, and there were still traces of smoke and fire on the surface of the stone.
"This is Hearthstone?
You want to run away alone?
Diego recognized what it was at a glance and asked playfully.
He knew Tylan's character, and of course he didn't believe that he would leave everyone alone and run away, but that didn't stop him from making fun of it.
In Azeroth, there is an ancient tradition.
People who travel far from home usually take a stone from the fireplace in their home.
When people think of their hometown, looking at the Hearthstone around them can relieve homesickness.
Later, mages named their teleportation stones, which allowed users to teleport back to where they had been located, usually to their own home or a safe hotel.
"No, of course not!"
Tyran quickly explained, "Actually, ......"
"In fact, this is a summoning stone, and when the rune on it is activated, it can provide the mage who made this rune stone with a spatial signpost to teleport here."
A deep voice rang out in the room, and Diego bet he had never heard it before.
He turned abruptly and saw a human dressed in a green mage robe sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.
He wore a wide-brimmed, peaked mage hat with the face of a man in his fifties, thick eyebrows and pubic eyes that caught Diego's full attention.
He bowed slightly to the mage, then turned to look at Tyran.
"Who is this?"
"This is Abileton, my mage advisor and my old friend."
All the while, almost every human lord in Azeroth, if not too poor, hired a learned mage as an advisor.
Not only can this advisor advise on matters related to spells, but he also has to protect his employer from other mages, most notably Medivan and Ryan?
The Ureon pair are old friends.
Well, of course, Medivan was pretty incompetent as a mage advisor.