Diego was exhausted, his body aching and exhausted from the days of fierce fighting, and after closing his eyes for a moment, he was half-asleep and half-awake by the sound of waves washing over the shore.
He was awakened by a morning light shining on his face, bright but not dazzling, and his eyelids were blood-red.
He opened his eyes in horror and looked to the east, thinking that he had missed time, but the sight in front of him quickly relaxed him.
The fog had not yet dissipated, but as the sky grew brighter, the thick haze began to thin out, and it could barely block people's views any longer, and the island of Keldaron in the distance gradually revealed its dark outline.
Looking up higher, the sky was still a light blue, so light that it was almost impossible to see the blue.
As far as the eye could see, a red glow appeared where the mountains met the sky.
The range of the red glow is slowly expanding and getting brighter and brighter.
Diego knew that the sun was about to rise over the horizon.
"It's okay, I didn't miss the time."
He muttered to himself, then rubbed his stiff cheeks and looked back at his friends.
Beneath the riverbank, the soldiers slept on the ground, but everyone knew that this was not the place to sleep, and everyone slept very lightly, without dreams or snoring.
In a weedy patch above the riverbank, Guan Haifa was watching vigilantly in the direction of the watchtower.
Noticing Diego's gaze, the big cat bared his teeth and gave him a very human expression.
Diego smiled, then lowered his head and gently kicked the Knight Lieutenant in the foot, who was also one of the Sleepers, to wake him up from his sleep.
Huffman sat up blankly, such a short sleep was not enough to relieve the exhaustion, and he looked very haggard.
"Time?"
He said sleepily, then wiped the saliva from his cheek, "Sorry, I fell asleep." ” "Shout everyone up, we're going to do it soon."
The lieutenant nodded, waking up a squad leader next to him, and with a muffled whisper, the order was heard, and there was a sound of carefully packing weapons and equipment from under the riverbank.
They climbed up the riverbank and crawled on the ridgeline, the withered weeds covering their bodies to some extent.
After a while, the sun rose from the eastern horizon, and there was only a small patch, red, emitting a soft and warm glow, and their backs were warm.
Diego saw a patrol hurrying back from the bridge, and no one glanced at them, for it took a great deal of courage for an undead creature to look directly at the rising sun, even if it didn't look dazzling.
At the moment when the patrol entered the wall of the watchtower, Diego jumped up from the ground and ran towards the exit of the wall of the watchtower.
All the soldiers jumped up and followed him, and they rushed unstoppably like a tidal wave across the embankment.
From now on, they had to race against the clock, and they didn't have to think about whether the undead within the walls would be noticed.
The sun rises slowly but inexorably, like a bud breaking through the ground, arching and arching, drilling upward.
In the end, it finally broke through the shackles of the earth and jumped completely out of the horizon.
In an instant, as if it had been ignited, the crimson fireball suddenly became blazing, and thousands of dazzling rays of light burst out from its body, spilling into the earth, making people's eyes hurt.
At this moment, in the north of Andorhar, the roar of dwarven artillery rumbled.
Silver Dawn has a total of twelve dwarven cannons, all of which are located there, Tirio?
Fording ordered them to fire one by one, but the latter gun had to fire before the roar of the previous gun died down to ensure that the sound of the cannon was continuous.
Diego ran wildly as he looked around.
Luckily, the rumbling of artillery completely drowned out their footsteps, and almost all of the undead scourge in Andohar was looking north, and no one noticed that a group of human soldiers was rapidly approaching to the southeast of the town.
As the watchtower got closer, he jerked to one side, slammed his shoulder against the wall, and stopped himself.
Immediately after that, it was Masrae and Dezko, and Brian actually ran fourth, and the dwarf was running almost in a charging stance.
Diego glanced in the direction he was coming, and some of the fast runners were behind him, but some of the slower ones were still some distance.
Just then, a third cannon roar was heard from the north, and Diego knew that he couldn't wait for everyone to assemble any longer.
"Start attacking!"
He whispered, then turned around and rushed in through the exit of the watchtower's wall.
The attack was well in time, and when Diego stormed the wall, a group of undead soldiers was running head-on towards the wall—the undead guards who had just returned from patrol, and before they could unload their weapons and armor, they were ordered to look outside the wall, only to be greeted by a puff of scorching projectiles.
As if it had been harvested, the undead natural disasters that rushed over swept down a large area.
Diego stepped forward to make room for those behind him, and at the same time fired another shot.
After that, he didn't stop shooting or shooting, orange gunfire flickering outside the watchtower, pouring death and destruction into the crowd of the undead.
Undead scourge continued to rush out of the gate of the watchtower, rushing towards him in the face of a rain of bullets, but they couldn't break through the death barrage sprayed by the death gaze, and one by one they fell on top of the pile of corpses that covered the ground.
In Azeroth, hunters have always played the role of long-range support, and few have taken the lead and charged like Diego, and it must be said that the fierce fire and huge ammunition capacity of Death Gaze gave him the confidence to do so.
The soldiers who followed Diego watched the tragic scene in front of them in amazement, no one had any intention of going up to help, even in the eyes of their own people, the hunter at this moment was too fierce!
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A few archers followed suit and fired a few arrows, but soon stopped again, for they found that the power of the bow and arrow was too shabby compared to the death gaze!
Diego didn't count how many shots he fired, but he kept counting the sound of artillery in the distance, and when the twelfth was over, he stopped firing.
But at this time, there was no more undead natural disasters still standing in front of the watchtower.
The soldiers behind had all rushed in, and after experiencing the battle of Long Street, the mental endurance of those recruits had obviously improved a lot, looking at the sea of corpses and blood in front of them, they almost did not change their faces, and there were no embarrassing actions such as nausea and vomiting.
"Go to a group of people and see if there's anyone else in the watchtower!"
Huffman exclaimed.
He felt a little embarrassed, especially after seeing Diego do everything alone, which gave him a sense of aggrieved that he had nowhere to go.
"Don't worry, don't worry about you not fighting for a while!"
Dezko comforted him that he had felt so much of this that he was used to it.
Moments later, several dying screams rang from inside the watchtower.
Masrae jumped from the top of the watchtower and made his way to Diego.
"There's not any movement around, so no one is supposed to notice what's going on here."
There was a burst of suppressed cheers all around, and everyone understood that they had succeeded!
Or rather, half the battle!