Diego fired more than a dozen shots in a row, stalling the momentum of the scourge charge.
"Don't patronize the fight, it's time to send a signal!"
Behind Diego, Dezko yelled.
A cloud of blinding lightning threw out of his hand, making the electricity of a rushing Cataclysmic soldier crackle, shaking like Wu Lao Er next door.
Diego suddenly remembered that he had more important things to do.
He drew a 500 revolver from the side of his leg and fired three shots into the air in a row.
Three red tracer bullets flew high into the air with a long tail flame.
Even if it was noon and the sun was blazing, the light of these three red fireworks was extremely dazzling, even if it was more than ten miles away.
"Let's go!
Walk!
Walk!
Dezko shouted in one voice.
Without time to see the response from the north, Diego leapt from the stone carving and scurried towards the town hall.
This was really a helpless choice, if possible, Diego would prefer to choose to break through to the north, but looking at the tide of undead with no end in sight, he knew that his small team of dozens of people could not do it at all.
Again, he had to choose to die by himself, but this time the situation was more dire than that of the Madnhold Castle, at least the castle was stronger and more defensible than the town hall.
They retreated just in time, for by the time the broken Diego retreated into the town hall, the army of the undead filled the square.
From the sky, the town hall looks like a piece of cheese that has been submerged by ant colonies, ready to be torn to shreds by ants.
A reckless undead scourge followed Diego and charged through the gate, only to be greeted by a fiery flameball.
The scorching bullet shattered the moment it hit the Scourge soldier, and the lava core powder in the honeycomb warhead burst out in all directions, spilling all over his body, and the next moment, the power of the fire element contained in the powder erupted violently, igniting the corrupt body!
The elemental fire wiped out all of his life almost instantly, without a struggle or scream, and under the effect of inertia, the body staggered two steps forward, and then fell to the ground, blazing like a torch.
At first, the powder of the lava core was burning, but soon, the rotten body itself joined the ranks of the fuel, and the rancid fat and muscles sizzled in the flames, gradually becoming charred and charred until orange-red flames emerged.
This blazing flame blocked the doorway, and for a moment, even the most ferocious undead scourge did not dare to rush inside.
Passing through a winding passage, Diego entered the town hall.
Several shield-wielding soldiers swarmed up and blocked the end of the road.
Diego gasped and looked around.
It's a synagogue-like building, the most common in Azeroth.
The difference is that in some places the town hall is magnificent, while in others it is nothing more than a large shack made of wooden planks, but the style is much the same, not too much.
The town hall in Andohal is medium in size, and the entrance is a Z-shaped corridor.
Above the second bend of the road, stands a bell tower embedded in the main building, more than 40 feet high.
If you stand down and look up, you can even see the mechanical clock at the top.
At the end of the corridor is a rectangular hall with a podium at one end.
It was originally a meeting place for officials, but at this moment, the original decorations such as curtains and oil paintings on the walls have been destroyed, and the hall is empty, and the floor is littered with piles of garbage and debris, and the dust is scattered on the ground, which looks like the end of the world is coming.
Diego really didn't understand how Araki had been in such a ghost place for so many years, maybe he didn't care so much about living conditions anymore?
In fact, for the undead, it's not so uniform as to where they like to live.
Some of them prefer to live in places where negative energy is abundant, such as cemeteries and cemeteries, such as the famous Baron Rivendell, who lives in a house full of bones in Stratholme.
Some people who like to do research are accustomed to using the laboratory as their home, such as Professor Slater of the School of Psychics.
Some of them have relatively normal preferences, still maintain their habits before their deaths, and live in a normal house.
Araki seemed to be the last of these, but he didn't seem to bother to clean his home.
The hall was huge, and everyone was not crowded at all.
In addition to the passage leading to the main entrance, there are two large windows open on the walls at the east and west ends of the hall.
By now, though, both windows had been boarded shut — and Diego finally knew where the tables in the hall had gone.
There is a small door on the north wall in the northwest corner of the hall, which is open, and it is supposed to be a place for people to rest.
Just then, Diego saw Huffman walk out of the small door and walk towards him.
"A small room with nothing in it."
He said with some disappointment, "What are we going to do next?"
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” "Hold on, we have only one choice."
Diego said, glancing to the north, "Hopefully we'll hold out until the moment the main forces come over!"
” "Okay, I'll arrange the defense!"
The lieutenant nodded, he had a premonition of this situation, and he didn't feel that desperate.
Diego came to the north wall and kicked it hard.
The walls are thick, half a meter long, and the large granite blocks make it look impregnable.
He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, all they needed to defend now was the gates and windows, and the difficulty was suddenly reduced a lot.
"Gotta find a way to block the door."
Diego thought to himself, and he swept around the hall, and finally his eyes fell on the podium at one end, which was made of sturdy chunks of pine.
"Tear down that podium and block the door."
He grabbed a sergeant who was walking by and commanded.
The latter saluted him, led his men down to the podium, and began to get busy.
"Masrae will be in charge of defending the gate for a while, and Bryan and Dezko will guard one window by themselves, no problem, right?"
Diego beckoned his fellow adventurers over and said in a deep voice.
Several people nodded, and not one of them was pessimistic - it seemed to them that this was not a desperate situation at all, especially in their past adventures, there had been more desperate battles than this, but they had all survived, and it was the same now, they just had to hold out until the moment the main force arrived.
Diego nodded in satisfaction.
He turned around and climbed the escalator under the bell tower, knowing that it wouldn't be long before the undead scourge attacked, and he needed a vantage point to observe the enemy.
It's been too long since anyone has come up to the bell tower - no one has come up to oil the mechanical clock since the fall of Andorhar, and the clock's hands have long since stopped turning, and everywhere is covered in a thick layer of dust, and Diego fought almost all the way to the blindfolded dust before finally climbing to the top of the mechanical room.
The bell tower remained intact from its high position, the undead soldiers who occupied it did not seem to be in the habit of climbing high and looking far away, and the mage-turned-Araki was completely unaware of the importance of the vantage point, so the elaborate machinery made by the gnomes was not damaged at all, even the outermost stained glass dial was intact.
But today, its good days have finally come to an end.
Diego came to the dial and slammed the butt of his gun on the dial.
With a cracking sound, a piece of glass the size of a washbasin fell between the criss-crossed shelves of the dial.