Bullets thicker than carrots burst out and slammed head-on into the demons that squeezed in.
At the forefront were a group of sturdy orcs, their camp on the outermost side of the basin, the fastest to catch up.
Searing bullets scorched through the narrow valleys, slicing through the air and slamming into the orcs a hundred yards away!
The bullet easily pierced through the orc's rudimentary armor pieced together from various bones or stone slabs, then sliced through the skin, tearing flesh and blood through the entrails!
But the flesh of an orc was not enough to consume the kinetic energy carried by such an oversized bullet, and behind him, another orc was pierced, then the next, and another ......
Even though the orc's flesh had been strengthened by demonic blood, when the bullet finally ran out of kinetic energy and penetrated the last orc's body, six companions had already fallen in front of him!
The luckiest of them all has lost his entire left arm.
However, this lucky fellow only lived one second longer than his companion, because another bullet whistled in, turning another string of evil orcs into rock sugar gourds.
This time, he's the one at the front!
Diego stood in the middle of the canyon in such a big way, pouring fire directly ahead.
At this distance, he could hit the target without even aiming much, and every time he fired, a string of demons would fall, as if there was an invisible "boundary", and the demons who charged wildly just couldn't close the distance with him.
Eventually, Diego had to change the pace of his shooting to spread the demons' corpses more evenly across the canyon floor, lest they all die in one place, piling up a hill of corpses that would affect the shooting range of the death gaze.
A quarter of an hour passed, and in front of Diego, on the canyon floor about three hundred yards long, the corpses of the demons had been covered with a thick layer, and the blood was flowing like a stream, and yet, miraculously, the demons who rushed in behind did not even notice the miserable situation of their companions in front of them, and still poured into the canyon like a flood that burst the embankment to send them to death, batch after batch!
Even when the demons who finally "rushed" to the front found out the real situation in front of them and wanted to turn around and run away in horror, they could only despair to find that more companions were rushing behind them, and they could not escape at all.
The carnage lasted for nearly half an hour, and when the demons outside the canyon finally realized that something was wrong, the corpses on the canyon floor were already more than a meter, and the creek that flowed unrampantly had already turned into a river of blood, and Diego had to fight and retreat, and retreated more than a hundred yards so as not to drown his boots.
But when he saw a group of winged succubi, dread, and doom guards soaring into the sky from the basin, Diego knew he had to retreat.
Because he had lost the cover of the canyon terrain, although the wings of these demons were not enough to support their heavy bodies for a long flight, it was not difficult to pass the large army of demons and attack Diego from the top of their heads.
Diego raised his gun and slammed the tallest flying Dreaddemon into a spark, then turned and ran out of the canyon.
Under the protection of the Cheetah Spirit, he runs far faster than the fastest Cerberus.
Diego just ran with his head down, Guan Haifa following closely behind him.
He occasionally turned around and gestured backwards with the Death Gaze in his hand, just in case the winged nasty ghosts swooped down and gave him a cold kick from behind.
But in fact, those flying demons didn't dare to get too close, especially when they knew that the other party had such a powerful long-range weapon in their hands.
You must know that on a large-scale battlefield, even if these demons have the ability to fly, they will never fly into the sky, because it is undoubtedly a target for the opponent's long-range firepower, putting themselves in the place of death.
Each of them understood that all they had to do now was to hang far behind this pesky little bug, so that the team behind them would not lose their target after running out of the canyon.
It took Diego another quarter of an hour to reach the middle of the canyon and then slowly slowed down.
On the ground in front of him, there were twenty or thirty demon corpses scattered around, these demons died extremely miserably, some broke tendons, some disemboweled, and some were directly torn into corpses, scattered all over the ground.
These demons must have heard the great movement in the basin and ran back from outside the valley to find out, and now they are all dead here, and it is obvious that this must be the work of the Night Elves.
He held his gun with some vigilance and looked around, while Guan Haifa shook his nose and went straight behind a pile of craggy rocks more than twenty yards away.
Sure enough, a panther jerked out of the shadows of the pile of stones.
"Hey, Diego, over here!"
The beast shouted excitedly at him, and then waved its claws and pointed at the wall halfway up the mountain, and the flying demons hanging far behind them were so frightened that they hurriedly dodged to the sides of the cliff, and two timid succubi even flapped their wings vigorously and turned around and fled back.
Following Masrae's direction, Diego saw a bulge in the middle of the cliff where large bunches of grape-like salt bombs were dangling from a sharp stone cone. "......"
Diego turned his head and glanced at the Night Elves.
"Hey, man, you can't blame me for that, I hung them up a lot more solidly than they do now, but the storm that came out of the valley just now was so violent that it turned them into this ghost," Masrae quickly explained, turning his head to look at the group of demons running wildly in this direction a few hundred yards away, "Anyway, you made the movement just now, right?"
What did you do to make those demons chase you one by one as if they were burning with lust?
” "Stand back!"
Diego didn't answer, but pulled the Night Elf out of the valley for another fifty or sixty yards, then picked up his gun, aimed it at one of the salt bombs, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
With a single gunshot, the bullet hit the bomb accurately, but strangely, the coconut-sized salt bomb just shook a little, and nothing happened at all.
Is it a dud?
"Hell!"
Diego cursed viciously, then moved the muzzle of his gun and fired a shot at a nearby bomb, but it didn't make a difference, the bomb still didn't explode.
"Huh?
Masrae, be honest, did you do anything to these bombs?
Diego turned his head and looked at the Night Elves suspiciously.
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"I just pressed the white buttons on the bomb one by one!"
In the face of Diego's gaze, Masrae lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, and did not even dare to look up at him.
"I'm going to !!"
Diego almost fainted in anger.
That white button is a special anti-shock and explosion safe, as long as you press it, no matter how violently it shakes - even if you kick the bomb as a ball, it will not detonate!
"Is it serious?"
The Night Elves asked, glancing in the direction where the demons were coming.
They were less than three hundred yards away, and he wondered if he should transform into a giant bear and block it for a while.
"Forget it, it's not that it can't be remedied!"
Diego let out a puff of air from his nose, then pulled out a flaming magazine and loaded it with a death gaze.
He picked up his gun, aimed at the string of bombs again, and opened fire.
Gunshots rang out, followed by a crisp cracking sound.
The core powder of the lava in the flame bomb slammed into the steel shell of the salt bomb, and it burst into flames.
Ten seconds, just when Masrae was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, thinking that the bomb had failed; Just as the fastest demon pursuers finally ran under the flaming bomb and were about to rush towards it, one of the iron-clad coconuts made a thud, followed by all the others.
A thunderous roar suddenly sounded from the mountain wall halfway up the mountainside, and countless smoke and dust rushed towards the opposite mountain wall, and there were crumbling gravel and sand everywhere, and in the crackling sound, tens of thousands of tons of dirt and sand poured down like a waterfall, unstoppable.
The demons below the explosion site were buried underneath before they could even scream.
When the collapse finally stopped, and the smoke and dust cleared, Diego found that the narrow valley had been blocked by rocks, and he did not see a single demon except for the ochre-red sand and dirt, and it was as clean as a flooded riverbank.
"That's it?"
Beside him, Masrae gently brushed the dust off his face and said in surprise.
"Of course not!"
Diego was gun-wielding, looking warily at the top of the pile of gravel, and he heard movement coming from above.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a strong demon guard emerged from above.
When he saw Diego's figure, he waved his sharp claws and let out an angry roar!
Behind him, more demons tumbled over the pile of gravel.
Diego blasted the demon guard back with a single shot, then flung the musket back behind his back and beckoned at Masrae.
"Run, brother!"