"Guys, I owe you ...... again," Brian said in a trance, looking as he was reeling from the fear of nearly drowning.
Diego looked at the dwarf sympathetically, not knowing how to comfort him, but he knew that a dwarf who was as strong as a rock never needed to be comforted.
"We're running out of time!"
Just then, he heard the Minotaur beside him remind.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, indeed, if he didn't hurry up, when the sun rose, their greatest accomplice of the day, the fog, would have dissipated.
Previously, in order to know the situation at the rear of the fleet, Guan Haifa had been left on the last ship, but now this arrangement had an unexpected effect - through the soul connection, Diego ordered it to bring the other ships over.
They waited a few minutes before several small boats slid out of the fog in the distance.
"That's a good cat, my lord, and we were all stunned when he suddenly jumped up from the deck and drove the paddlemen to work, and it took us a while to guess what he wanted us to do!"
As soon as the ship at the front approached, the lieutenant could not help but whisper praises for Guan Haifa.
He peered into the cabin and saw the dwarf staring at the sky.
"I have to say that it is his greatest luck to have such a faithful friend as yours!"
He said with a sigh.
"You're in luck, because we're already friends!"
Diego replied with a smile, looking at the boat behind him and jumping out of it first, while Dezko followed behind him with the dwarf on his back.
As a hunter, the tidal flats in front of him couldn't stop him at all.
Although the route he chose did not seem to be anything special, in fact, he had been choosing places where shrubs could grow, or stepping on heather grasses, which generally grew on hard ground and could withstand the trampling of people.
They crossed the mudflats overgrown with dead grass and came to the edge of the town.
Washed by the river's perennial water, the banks here are steep and hard.
They hid in the corners of the riverbank, and it was difficult to spot them unless the Scourge soldiers poked their heads out to look down.
Diego told everyone to stop, and then crawled up a stretch of his own accord - clinging to the raised rocks on the slope, he climbed with ease.
He poked his head out at the top of the riverbank and looked in the direction of the town.
About twenty yards ahead of him was the watchtower that Masrae had mentioned.
The top half of the tower has collapsed, but the sturdy beams still keep the bottom half intact, and the black-brown blood stains on the remaining walls of the tower are vividly visible, apparently the work of the Scourge meat grinder when Andohar was destroyed.
Around the tower, there was a solid stone enclosure with openings facing north—the undead scourge hadn't altered the building so that its openings were facing the direction they wanted to guard against.
Perhaps in their hearts, the road leading to the Ridge of Remorse in the south was nothing to guard against, because a short walk to the east from the Ridge of Remorse was the peninsula where the Psychic Academy was located, Keldaron, and no one dared to go to the island of death to touch their heads!
Diego unleashed his senses as far away as he could to detect the number of undead in the watchtower, which, as Masrae had said, was crammed with about forty Scourge soldiers, but everyone was in good spirits and none of them were sleeping.
Scholars in Azeroth have long debated whether or not undead creatures need to sleep, but in reality, the undead never need to sleep, and the streets are almost empty every night like the Undercity, not the Forsaken who need sleep, but just spend long nights at home as they used to do.
This unclear blessing or curse ability brings energy to the undead creatures, but it is not without a price.
For the living, insomnia is a painful torture, long-term insomnia will lead to depression, anxiety, irritability, serious irritability, excessive behavior, violent tendencies and even suicidal tendencies and other symptoms, but for the undead, the moment they wake up, they can't sleep again, they face more serious problems than this, perhaps this is the real reason why the probability of madness in undead creatures is several times higher than that of living people!
Diego frowned and slowly slid down the riverbank.
"How?"
Huffman leaned over and asked.
"We're in trouble," Diego said, grim-faced, "they're all huddled together, and we're afraid there's no way we're going to be able to kill them without making any noise." ” "They didn't sleep?"
The lieutenant asked in surprise.
Silver Dawn has killed countless undead scourges, but no one has ever paid attention to this.
"The undead never sleep."
Diego explained in a low voice, not laughing at his ignorance, in fact, Diego had just remembered it.
About the operation, he and Tirio?
Ferding deduced it a dozen times, but not once did he consider this factor.
"So what now?
If we retreat now, we will have time to leave before sunrise.
Huffman looked at the sky and said worriedly.
"No, we can't just give up halfway!"
Diego said stubbornly, his gaze passing over everyone's faces, "I have a new plan, a more risky plan, and if it fails, it could drag us into the abyss from which we will never recover!"
” His gaze did not linger on the faces of his adventurous companions—for he knew that whatever decision he made, they would support him unconditionally—but ended up resting on the face of the knight lieutenant.
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"It's not a mandatory task, each of you can choose to quit," he looked at Huffman with blazing eyes, waiting for the other party's choice, "As you said, if you quit, you still have enough time to leave!"
” "No, let's join!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the lieutenant said categorically, "We will show you our courage and determination with our actions!"
” "So, let me talk about the next plan of action."
Diego nodded unexpectedly and beckoned everyone to gather around.
It took him a few minutes to explain his intentions, and then he dispersed.
With weapons in their arms, they leaned under the river bank and waited, waiting for the moment to attack.
Diego closed his eyes and leaned against a rock, silently thinking over and over every step of the move in his mind, knowing that the plan was a little too radical and not at all like his own.
But in Diego's heart, there always seems to be a faint sense of urgency urging him to do faster and more!
Diego knew he wanted to travel the land, see her every scene, and meet the legendary heroes.
But as he traveled through Azeroth, he found himself in love with the land even deeper, and he would not allow anyone to pollute him and destroy her.
He doesn't allow Arthas, the Lich King, Ragnaros, Deathwing, the Elder Gods, the Burning Legion, or whatever.
But to stop these incomparably powerful evil forces, he can't do it alone, in fact, he doesn't need to face it alone, whether it's the Kenrito Council, the Silver Dawn, the Ring of the Earth and the Cenarion Council, Azeroth has many forces of justice doing this, what he has to do is to rely on his prescient historical foresight to help them make as few detours as possible.
And to do this, a nobody with no reputation is obviously not enough to win people's trust, he must expand his influence, in short, it is a process of gaining prestige, he must ensure that when the darkness is approaching, disaster is coming, and the forces of justice need to make certain decisions, every word he says is believed, not disregarded and ignored!
Time is running out for him!