The dazzling light streaked across the sky like a comet, and almost all the demons in the basin seemed to be drawn by it, and they watched as it slammed into the dark door.
Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the green curtain of the Dark Gate caused only a slight ripple and quickly calmed down as if nothing had happened.
All the demons let out a long sigh, but before they could turn their heads to look for the perpetrator of the attack, a deafening roar erupted from within the Dark Gate.
In just a moment, as if a drop of water fell into a hot oil pot, the bullet containing the power of the holy light turned the space teleportation channel constructed by the power of evil energy upside down, and the violent energy hedge, annihilation, and release between the holy light and the evil energy set off raged and rolled in the channel like an angry tide.
In order to alleviate the pressure within the spatial passage, a terrifying tide of energy was released from both ends of the passage.
A dazzling flare suddenly appeared above the portal's light curtain, and the flare grew brighter, and within seconds, a huge storm of energy erupted from the flare and swept in all directions.
The Eredar Warlocks, dead and alive, right in front of the portal, were swept up by the unstoppable tide of terror and tossed in the direction of the pass.
It was like a huge tsunami, but it was made up of all the scorching air, mixed with torn flesh, sand, wood, leather, and other messy debris, and in the end it turned into a rolling storm.
The various shelters built by the demons were suddenly lifted open and flew into the air.
The demons inside were all scraped into rolling gourds, the heavy ones were better, and the lighter ones were swept into the sky and thrown out towards the periphery of the basin.
Diego saw a flaming imp chirp over his head, slammed directly on the rock, slapped into a puddle of meatloaf, and then slid down the steep rock wall.
From the air, the basin looked like a huge bowl, the distance from the center of the basin to the bottom of the bowl where Diego was located, the slope was gentle, and from him further on, the slope suddenly became steep, almost like a cliff.
At this moment, hundreds of flame imps and hellhounds were being thrown from the center of the basin like rain, sticking pies on the mountain wall, and then dyeing the mountain wall a blood-red color.
Diego originally planned to take advantage of the chaos to find out of the basin, he had already crawled out of the orc crypt and walked twenty or thirty yards in the direction of the mountain pass, but the moment he saw the portal suddenly erupt, he knew that something was wrong and turned around and ran wildly towards the orc crypt that he had just climbed out.
Almost as soon as he threw himself into the crypt, the energy storm swept after his ass.
Under such a storm of energy like a natural disaster, Diego, who could not do anything, had no choice but to cling to Guan Haifa, who was also trembling, and lay on the ground of the crypt, not daring to move.
This huge burst of energy lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it gradually subsided.
By the time Diego, who was almost buried, poked his head out of the crypt and looked around like a groundhog, the entire basin had completely changed.
The area around the Dark Gate was almost razed to the ground, and farther away, all the strange houses and buildings that had been built were left in ruins, and the demons rose from the ground in despair, and the first thing they saw was the Dark Gate.
That was their retreat, and it was also the passage for the reinforcements to come into the world.
However, the tragic situation of the Dark Gate made them tremble for a while.
In the middle of the huge portal, the originally thick green light curtain was now faint and almost completely transparent, and it almost stopped rotating, shaking from time to time as if it was lingering.
Just as Diego was hesitating to shoot it again, to destroy it once and for all, more groundhogs emerged from the orc crypt where the surrounding low walls collapsed and the canopy flew away, spitting out the sand in their mouths.
Seeing this, Diego had to stop and quietly tuck his death gaze under his cloak.
It's not that he's afraid of death, but once he charges the musket, the orcs, who are extremely sensitive to the power of the Holy Light, will definitely pounce on him and surround him.
It was the instinctive hatred of the chaotic creatures infected by evil energy towards the Holy Light, and they were invincible and undying.
Diego sighed inwardly, and staggered out of the crypt, spitting sand as he staggered in the direction of the canyon exit.
Around him, almost all the evil orcs were like this, and they all looked like they were still in shock, and they didn't look any different.
Fifty yards, forty yards, thirty yards......
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the exit of the canyon, Diego's heart couldn't help but beat more violently, as long as he entered the canyon, it would be almost the same as escaping.
No matter how many demons there were, it would be impossible for them to catch up with him—as long as there was a death gaze in his hands, Diego believed that this narrow terrain was a trench for the demons!
However, just as he was about twenty yards from the exit, a voice suddenly rang out not far to his right.
"You, come with me!"
It was an Eredan language, and although Diego was not proficient in the language, it was still understandable for simple conversation, after all, it was also spoken by the Draenei who came to Azeroth.
Although more than 20,000 years have passed, and the language of the wandering Draenei people is very different from when they were in their hometown of Argus, they still have a lot in common in terms of grammar and semantics.
Diego followed the sound and saw an angry guard watching him from a dozen yards away.
There was no expression on the demon's face, not like he had seen through his disguise, but more like he wanted Diego to do something with him.
What the hell!
Diego couldn't help but curse his bad luck in his heart.
To be honest, he didn't want to go back at all.
You know, whether it's Eredar Warlock, Eye Demon, or Cerberus, there are too many ways to see through his disguise.
And once it is detected in the basin, there is nowhere to escape.
"Hurry up!"
Just as he hesitated, the angry guard urged impatiently.
True to their name, the Angry Guard's temper is notoriously irascible.
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Perhaps because they couldn't control their anger, as a member of Ereda's demons, the evil energy infect brought them not the magic ability of Eredar Warlocks, but the twisted and strong flesh.
However, it is precisely by relying on these physical advantages that they have become the honorary guardians of the leaders of the Burning Legion, although not as formidable as the Eredar Warlocks, but they also have a position to be reckoned with in the Burning Legion, at least instructing cannon fodder like the Evil Orcs, and they have never encountered a situation of disobedience.
But today, the Angry Guard opened his eyes and met such a megalomaniacal who had eaten the heart of a bear and a leopard - just when the Angry Guard finally couldn't contain his temper and wanted to teach the slow creature a lesson, the evil orc suddenly grinned and smiled at him.
"No!"
The Evil Orc said categorically.
"What?"
The Angry Guard asked incredulously.
But what he was waiting for was not an answer, but a scorching bullet.
With a loud "bang", the basin that had just calmed down for a while was boiling again!