Without hesitation, Diego jumped into the bell tower.
Right behind him, the group of spells came one after another, slamming into the place where he had been standing.
Accompanied by a series of explosions, smoke and dust suddenly rose in the bell tower.
The hundred-year-old dwarf machine was finally completely destroyed, and the large and small parts that were blown up were like shrapnel, shooting in all directions.
Diego, who was hanging in mid-air holding the escalator, was "lucky" to get a piece, but fortunately, the dragon skin helmet was powerful enough to not knock him unconscious.
He crept down the escalator.
The bell tower is not afraid to stay, more than a dozen spell casters, although he is not afraid of one-on-one, but one at the same time to pick a group, he asked himself is not so powerful.
But before the soles of his feet touched the ground, he changed his mind and climbed back to the top floor.
He crawled across the floor and searched, then found the remaining three Type 2 improvised drop-off bombs in a mess of clock parts.
Thankfully, none of the spells that blasted in just now were fire-based spells, not counting soul fire, this strange warlock spell could burn the enemy's soul, but it didn't produce high temperatures, it was more like a cold fire.
He carefully set up an explosion trap behind the shattered dial, and then hid the improvised bomb within the trap's blast range.
Although he hadn't seen any gargoyles come here yet, that didn't mean they wouldn't come, and this trap was for them.
After doing all this, he climbed down the escalator again, to his surprise, the hall was very calm, although the soldiers in the corridor were shouting for battle, but the others were lined up in a neat battle formation, silently waiting, and Masrae was handing out his peculiar white dried fruit, the Night Elves felt that in this closed environment, the undead Scourge would be incorrigibly stupid if they didn't throw in a few cans of poison gas.
In the silence, Diego licked his chapped lips and felt as if he should say something, but by the light cast through the cracks in the broken roofs, looking at the resolute faces of the recruits, he felt that these vengeful warriors didn't need to use any rhetoric to boost their morale, because they couldn't wait to go into battle.
Inside the corridor, the human soldiers who were fighting fiercely finally couldn't stand it.
Because the undead disasters are almost advancing with their bodies, every time they cut down an undead disaster, there will be another undead disaster pounced, just push forward, neither parry, nor block, just rush up, let them chop, if they are cut to the ground, they will admit it, if they are lucky not to be cut down, they will grab the human shield hard, press the whole body on it, and fight to the end, almost every human soldier's shield is pressed with several undead soldiers, in the face of this heavy pressure, They had to retreat backwards so as not to be crushed to the ground.
Diego replaced Death Gaze with a full shrapnel magazine, then mounted the Jay's bayonet on the front handguard, which would be useful if the undead burst into the halls.
He stood at the entrance of the road, watching as the soldiers were pushed out of it one by one and retreated from his side into the hall.
Finally, the last row of human soldiers staggered out of the corridor, and then was pulled aside by Huffman and the others, who had been waiting by the exit for a long time.
The undead scourges, who were still desperately pushing, suddenly felt a sudden emptiness in front of them, and they were almost shaken, but before they could recover their senses, a blazing gunfire burst out violently in front of their eyes.
At such a short distance, Dapeng's projectile came in an instant, and the undead who rushed to the front were beaten with flesh and blood, and they fell to the ground without even screaming.
The flames of gunfire shone brightly in the dimly lit hall, and the gunshots rang out continuously, like a clever cook cutting onions, and the undead had just rushed out of the corridor, and before they could spread around, they were cut off by Diego piece by piece!
The undead rushed out of the corridor in waves, and then were blasted to pieces by Diego in waves, and a large area was harvested in just a few moments.
However, although the brains of the undead are not very good, they quickly learn to use their brains after paying a lot of casualties.
When they rushed forward, everyone grabbed the belt of the person in front, so that even if the person in front was killed, the person behind could hold him in time and use the corpse as cover to continue rushing forward.
Diego soon noticed this, and when he couldn't stop the undead with three shots, he immediately flashed to the side and yelled.
"Masrae!"
The impatient Druid Bear, who had been waiting behind him, let out a deafening roar and fiercely charged back against the rushing undead.
The undead soldiers couldn't stop him at all, and they were scattered like bean sprouts.
Like a huge pestle smashed into the garlic mortar, this invincible behemoth rushed straight into the corridor, knocking his entire body into it, accompanied by a sound of sore bones and bones, all the undead disasters in front of him were crushed into pieces like garlic cloves, and the dark red garlic juice was squeezed out of the garlic cloves, and a thick layer was applied to the ground.
With a pop sound similar to pulling its feet out of the mud, the bear slowly retreated from the tunnel, its huge claws clattering across the ground, leaving dark red paw prints, its body wet and covered in blood and juice.
He stopped a few yards outside the corridor, not shaking the blood from his fur or cleaning the shredded flesh from his fangs, he just looked at the black hole in silence, looking like a grim grim reaper.
A few seconds later, he let out a terrifying roar and rushed headlong into the corridor again.
There was a loud "tom" sound in the corridor, and another wave of charging undead disasters were flipped on their backs by the people he hit.
In this narrow space, the unparalleled impact of the giant bear was brought into full play, and the undead natural disasters stuffed in the corridor could not retreat, could not be avoided, and were smashed to pieces by him again and again.
The road is just a few meters long, but now it is like a road of death paved with rotten flesh and dirty blood, and the bones of the undead are piled up like a mountain, almost blocking the entire road, and the undead disasters behind have to move the corpses before they can turn over and continue the attack.
Well, it doesn't feel like pounding garlic anymore, it sounds more like ramming, and the undead scourge in the corridor are compacted under his crazy impact, looking like a wall of bones.
The bear struck seven times before finally stopping.
He stood outside the corridor, snorting and panting.
The aura of spells that had been shining on his body was now faintly visible—for the sake of this brutal assault, he had activated all of his guardian spells just now, from bark spells and iron mane spells to survival instincts and furious recovery, and he had no reservations.
With the blessing of these guardian spells, this raging giant bear is unstoppable and invincible!