The next day was a rare sunny day, with the sun early in the morning blowing away the wet mist, a rare occurrence in wetlands.
Taking advantage of the fine weather, the two men set off on foot and headed for the far south.
Although they had found a wolf pen in the Angry Fang camp, the wolves were supposed to have been sent to Grimbaatar to deliver supplies, and the pen was empty.
But even if there was a wolf inside, Diego wasn't sure he could tame this unruly creature, but he was loyal, and would never change its owner, let alone ride it.
The druid's transformed panther sprawled back and forth in the dense grass on both sides of the road, venting his excess energy.
It jumped in front of Diego and then suddenly appeared behind him.
The massive beast was over two meters long, its smooth and toned muscles rolling beneath its satin-shiny fur, exuding wildness and grace.
The Panther was very fast, often moving Diegora far away in the blink of an eye.
This made the hunter's eyes red, he had not yet captured the soul of the cheetah, and there was no way to cast the spell "Cheetah Guardian" to speed up, so he could only rely on his two legs to stumble upside down.
"Hey, big cat, can't you carry me on your way?"
He shouted indignantly, and in front of him, the cheetah was almost out of sight.
But the druid refused - he paced back, looking at Diego in disbelief, his eyes full of distrust, and the suspicions that had been dispelled a long time ago seemed to be being revived.
"I'm never going to allow a man to ride on my back, that's disgusting."
Originally, Diego hadn't thought too much about it, he just wanted to save energy, but as soon as Masrae did this, he also realized that something was disgusting - the things in it were too dirty, and it completely subverted ethical cognition.
He couldn't help but spit out a few times, and never mentioned this request again.
But it didn't take long for him to have to shout again.
Because this bear boy - oh no, now I have to call him a leopard child, but it doesn't sound good, let's call it a hairy child, anyway it's covered with hair - it's so uneasy that he's already walking away from the road, deep into the grass in the distance.
"Don't go near the grass over there, there's spiders in there."
Diego warned loudly.
"What is there to be afraid of spiders, I can kill a large area of those bugs with one foot."
The hairy boy floated from the grass over there with a casual voice, but the next moment, he jumped out of the grass with a big jump, jumping faster than a rabbit.
Diego saw him followed by a long line of giant spiders.
These red spiders, more than three feet long, kept tapping on their hideous mouthparts, making clattering sounds.
Strands of peculiar silk pulp erupted from the glands in their abdomen, and as soon as they came into contact with the air, they immediately solidified into sticky spider silk.
If it weren't for the hairy child who jumped out of the grass decisively, he would definitely be entangled in these spider silks.
"Hey, big cat, these bugs are handed over to you, stomp them to death!"
Diego looked at the embarrassed fleeing hairy boy and shouted sarcastically, but he still drew the longbow behind his back, "Next time I won't wipe your again, and I will solve the trouble I cause."
He complained.
The combat power of these spiders was not as terrifying as they looked, and it only took ten minutes for the battle to end.
Dealing with these insects with no intelligence, the druid didn't even lose a single hair, which made him proud.
He looked at Diego in surprise, who was carrying a hand axe to chop off the huge spider legs from the spider corpses.
"What are you going to do with these spider legs, can you eat them?"
Since eating the crocodile soup cooked by Diego yesterday, this hairy boy has completely become a foodie, and he has to ask if he can eat anything first.
"You'll find out at noon."
The hunter muffled.
This made the Night Elves look forward to it.
At noon, they stopped under a large tree on the side of the road, and the herbaceous plants common to the wetlands were clearly no match for the huge plant, which was sparsely thatched.
Diego leveled the ground at random, and then began to set up a fire to roast the giant spider legs, using dead branches that had been broken from the trees.
This was very satisfying to the druids, because the act of caring for nature was something that every druid would love to see.
But in fact, Diego didn't cut down the leafy branches only because the branches were too wet to burn.
It didn't take too long to prepare lunch, and it had nothing to do with Diego's pre-Celestial attributes - to be honest, before the time, the otaku Diego didn't know how to cook at all, and cooking instant noodles was already his highest level of cooking - thanks to his Draenor mastery cooking skills.
Peeling back the charred carapace, the original white spider meat was now golden in color and fragrant, and Masrae almost swept most of the food to his side with a fluttering method.
Diego carried a string of crunchy spider meat, munching on it and looking in the direction they had come.
He saw a figure moving in the swaying grass half a mile away.
"Masrae, did you notice anyone behind us today?"
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He asked, looking back.
"No," replied the gobbling Night Elf without raising his head, crunchy spider legs rattling in his mouth, "who could be in this place?"
We've been walking on this road for a long time, and we haven't met a single person, not even a jackal. ” Diego didn't say anything, he applied a hawkeye spell to himself, and looked into the distance, but this time he didn't find anything.
"Was it just a hallucination?"
He thought about it, didn't come up with a clue, and put the matter aside.
While the effects of the Eagle Eye were still there, he turned around and looked around.
He saw a large white stone standing farther down the hill.
He'd been there before he crossed over.
This stone is very famous, called Segan Stone.
It is believed that there was once a huge vein of Thorsilver underneath it, but after hundreds of years of mining by the dwarves, the Thur silver in this cave has long been exhausted, and only some associated tin ore remains, but it is also fragmented and has no mining value.
Leaving only an abandoned mine cave, it has been turned into a nest of giant spiders.
Caravans of unknown circumstances often camp in the area at night and then all disappear.
Along the way, Diego had seen the abandoned wagons more than once, but the goods had already been looted by the moss-skinned gnolls that infested the swamp.
After lunch, the two of them set off again.
This time, the hairy boy learned his lesson and obediently walked along the road, never going deep into the grass again.
This made Diego, who was used to the liveliness of guys, a little uncomfortable.
After seven days of traveling, the two men finally saw the magnificent megalithic dam between the two mountains, separating the wetland from the Lokmodan area.
This miraculous creation, the crystallization of the wisdom and strength of the dwarves, the most astonishing wonder of the world of Azeroth, is about three hundred feet tall and more than four hundred and fifty feet wide, and is made of huge rocks, thanks to the outstanding construction skills of the dwarves, these huge rocks are tightly seamed together, and there is not a single leak.
In the middle of the dam are three large raised dwarf heads.
Regarding these three huge dwarven heads, a famous mystery writer once mentioned in his book: in the era of Anweimar, the king of the mountains that the dwarves believed, the three dwarven tribes of Copperbeard, Brute Hammer, and Black Iron in order to prove the unity of the three tribes to His Majesty Anweimar, united with the elite stonemasons of the three tribes to build a boulder dam, and carved the heads of the three tribal leaders on the high backwater wall of the dam - ironically, the civil war between the three tribes that had been secretly brewing broke out immediately after the death of His Majesty Anwemar.
This is the famous Battle of the Three Hammers in the history of the Dwarves.
As the greatest architect of his time, the Black Iron Dwarf Frank Ron?
Cast Iron designed not only the huge dam, but also the Blackstone Tower and the Dark Furnace City, two magical mountain fortresses.
But his design style is still limited to the aesthetic of the dwarves, the most typical, inherited from the creator of the dwarves, the Titan forger Kazgros, that is, big, huge, super huge.
In fact, not only him, but many other dwarven designers have similar hobbies, in this regard, the most typical example, is the gate of Ironforge, no one has ever thought that five short dwarves would need such a huge door frame, but they just do it, and they are proud of it.
In fact, the three avatars are not just for spectacular or other superficial reasons, they also play the role of overflow, flood discharge, in the rainy season, as the water level rises, the flood water beyond the design safe level will be discharged from the mouths of the three avatars through the underground channel in the dam.
When the two men arrived at the foot of the dam, the dam was overflowing, and the water fell vertically from a height of 100 feet, directly impacting the river below, forming three huge waterfalls.
In the deafening roar, the turbulent water vapor drifted in the air, like three white veils, reflecting a circle of rainbow light reflecting the sun, full of colors and ever-changing, so that the whole waterfall was immersed in an ethereal dream.
The two of them admired for a long time before they collected their mood and returned to the original path.
Dan Ogaz, the road leading to the Lokmodan area, is located in the mountains to the west of the dam.
As the northern gateway to Lokmodan, the trail winds through the gorges, sometimes with detours that can be overwhelming, as you often find that after walking for most of the day, you find that the place you started in the morning is not far from your feet.
In places where it is impossible to go around, the dwarves will dig tunnels into the mountain walls.
As a result, there are many tunnels in Dan Ogaz, and it is not uncommon for a few steps to emerge from one tunnel before another cave.
From entering Dan Ogaz to arriving at Lokmodan, both travelers spend nearly half of their time in dark tunnels, so much so that when they reach the dwarven bunker at the southernmost end of the mountain road, both of them have a feeling of seeing the light of day again.
Heading south through Dan Ogaz to Lokmodan, the two were amazed by the contrast of the scenery, and no one would have imagined that a place with such a different climate would be so close.
Unlike the warm, humid wetlands, Lokmodan is cold and gray all year round.
Sunlight rarely penetrates the fog, and the limited field of view can only depict a world in which tree branches sway in the faint light.
The continuous rainfall keeps the land lush and green with flowers.
Although the warm currents from the eastern sea keep the lake from freezing, the snow melt still has a great impact, and the biting cold fills the morning and night.
The weather is not suitable for sensitive humans, but it is perfect for dwarves.
Unlike the dry, barren lands of the south, the air in Rockmodan is clean and crisp, and even the Night Elves who love the forest can't find fault with it.
Looking west through the pine forest, you can see steep snow-capped mountains.
This is a branch of the Kazmodan Mountains, named after the dwarven god Titan Forge Kazgros that separates Rockmodan and Danmoro, but the dwarves who are good at digging and digging have made two tunnels in this mountain range, and they named it the North Gate Path and the South Gate Path.
Although it was closer to the Ironforge Castle from the north gate to the west, the tired two decided to take a detour to rest in Sersama first, and then go to the ironforge from the south gate.
The long journey, which was close to half a month, had exhausted their stamina.
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With this intention in mind, the rest of the road is relatively easy, more like traveling.
The two men even left the boulevard and traveled along the western shore of Loch Locke.
The megalithic dam forms this large lake and is the largest freshwater lake in Azeroth.
The entire lake is vast and covers a large part of Kazmodan.
Three large islands are dotted in the middle of the lake.
The northernmost island contains ruins from the Second War, and the two to the south are deserted, with only the occasional sight of Rubblestone Palatins and Crocodiles.
In fact, it is more like a valley surrounded by mountains, and the foot of the mountain is covered with dense coniferous pine forests.
The water is beautiful and the surrounding mountains are rich in precious metal deposits.
The near-seclusion and abundance of resources brought peace and abundance to the area, and few foreigners arrived here, except for a few human merchants.
The dwarves who have lived here for generations have fished, mined, and logged here, and like all the Ironforge Dwarves, the inhabitants of Lokmodan are industrious and welcoming, greeting almost every dwarf who sees two travelers, and sometimes even inviting each other to their homes.
The lake is rich in fish, including piranha-like lobes.
The abundance and variety of fish in the lake also reflect the diversity of predators in the area.
Black bears are often seen on the shore catching fish from the water, and Diego and Masrae often see fat black bears standing upright at the water's edge, waiting for the fish to leap out of the water.
Seeing the travelers passing not far away, the black bear just glanced casually, and when he saw that the other party didn't bother him, he turned his attention back to the water.
The unfathomable sheer surface of the water apparently also gave some giant creatures enough room to live, and the two of them had seen huge plesiosaurs that fed on aquatic plants more than once.
Diego had wanted to try his masterful fishing skills at Lake Locke, but after seeing the plesiosaur's big size, he dismissed the idea.
He was so impressed by this prehistoric creature that he couldn't believe it was a vegetarian before he crossed over.
Diego was completely enchanted by the picturesque landscape.
It was not that he had never traveled before he lived in the concrete jungle, but the crowded scenic area like a market made him lose his appetite and no longer have any interest in traveling.
Contrary to him, the Night Elves were oblivious to this enchanting landscape, which he had become accustomed to for centuries of forest life.
After a few days of traveling along Lake Rok, the two of them finally arrived at Sersama, the largest dwarven gathering place in Lok Mordan.
Sersama is located in a valley where the dwarves have carved their homes into the mountain walls around the valley, and when travelers follow the road to enter here, they see various cave-like buildings, similar to the Hobbit in the Lord of the Rings movie, but with a rougher look and an extra porch.
As the only town in the Lokmodan area, Sersama is quite prosperous, with a few shops on both sides of the street.
Diego watched as the people he once knew were busy going about their business: in the arms shop of blacksmith Mohan Copperthroat, the warrior Glendin Swiftaxe haggled fiercely with his boss; Tailor Ryan Firewing and his wife, the priestess Berda, display the newly arrived silk fabrics in front of the shop, while their neighbor, Sulbin Shadow Cole, known as a dwarf sorcerer by the name, is sorting out his strange enchanted materials in a wooden lattice......
In a prime location in the middle of the street, there is a liquor inn run by the couple Vydra Fireplace and Nacro Fireplace.
The inn is thoroughly dwarven, cellar-style with a large rock façade and several large wine barrels embedded side by side in the wall, which looks very rugged.
The barrels were filled with dwarven stouts, mead, and thunder ale.
The tube at the bottom of them leads to the interior of the inn, where the owner or hostess can bring out the fine wine to serve customers.
This not only saves space, but also creates a "dwarven character" for the inn.
It is also a destination for two travelers here.
The innkeeper's daughter, Lina Fireplace, is in charge of the corral, and the dwarf takes care of the mounts of the passing guests.
She was at the door chatting with the huntress Berda Wild Heart, a well-known hunter in the area, with whom Diego had learned the art of steady shooting before the crossing, but who apparently did not know him at the moment.
"Hi Lina, hi Belda."
Diego greeted the two dwarven women.
The two dwarven ladies also returned the salute in surprise but politely, and seeing that the two travelers were not leading their mounts, Lina Fireplace only made a gesture to signal the two of them to go to the inn on their own.
Descending the staircase into the inn, a dwarven bonfire burned in the fireplace, with musket decorations and specimens of boar's head hanging on the walls, tables and chairs arranged rather scattered, and even chests and sacks piled up in the corners.
Nacro Fireplace - This bold bearded dwarf is the owner of the place, and he's laughing and chatting with a few guests.
There weren't many guests, and Diego saw a few people, including the grocer Yanni Ironheart, the thief Gerda Copperblade, the green-robed mage Gandal, and the paladin Faldock Shixin.
Noticing the two travelers entering, Nacro Fireplace held up a bubbling dwarven ale to them and exclaimed, "Fill up a glass of ale and pull up a stool and sit down."
We're going to have a drink and share our stories at the same time!
"Apparently, he was a little drunk.
Diego declined the invitation, but he still politely saluted everyone, even going so far as to name them one by one.
This surprised everyone, and to be honest, they didn't think they had seen this human, but out of politeness, they responded enthusiastically.
After registering the bar and the hostess Vedra Fireplace, the two of them picked a set of tables and chairs that looked taller and sat down, which were specially prepared for the passing human travelers.
Diego expertly served Sersama sausage, steak and cherry pie for two, as well as a few pieces of reheated Mogaure spiced bread.
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This minotaur-style loaf is hard when cold and can even be used as a weapon for self-defense, but when it is hot, it is fluffy and delicious.
Blood sausage is the proprietress Vidra's specialty, and it has a very strong flavor and is a great accompaniment to wine.
Diego had learned how to do it with Vidra before the crossing, and that was after completing a mission, of course.
To Diego's surprise, the young Night Elf stubbornly took two large jugs of Thunder Ale, looking like a high school freshman who had just left home and finally escaped the shackles of his parents, which was very wild and wanton.
"You've been here?
I see you know everyone very well.
The envy of the excited young Night Elves was the envy of the elves, knowing that few dwarves liked the elves, and they always disliked the "skinny" ones who were "pretentious", even if they were in the same Alliance.
"Perhaps, I don't remember, but I know the names of all the people here, and I know their hobbies and habits."
Diego was proud, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion as he looked at the vivid words, drinking, and walking around in front of him as the "NPCs" he once knew so well.
Before the crossing, Diego's prestige was adored among all the alliances and neutral forces, and his name was thunderous in the alliance, but now he is clearly just a nobody, "I was parachuted down, and I had to start from scratch."
"He's in his heart.
After a full meal, at their request, the hostess took two people to the guest room.
The rooms at the Spirits Hotel are located on the second and third basement floors, past the kitchen and storage room.
As he passed by the storage room, Diego saw some ammunition and guns, and he even saw some black powder of what appeared to be gunpowder leaking out of a large barrel and spilling it all over the floor.
To be honest, living next to a bunch of explosives was a test of his psychological resilience.
Diego chose the basement three floors because he knew that the owner, Nacro Fireplace, and his friends would often drink late into the night, and that the chef, Honey Kingmail, would have to work until midnight in the kitchen, which was directly above the room.
He thought he wasn't that tolerant of noise, and the rooms on the third basement floor were much quieter.
Stepping over a pile of anvils and storage boxes to the guest room on the third basement floor, the proprietress said goodnight to the two of them before going upstairs.
The rooms are not big - this is the usual style of the dwarves, and the interior of the building is always relative, using every inch of space as much as possible, but very clean.
Diego and Masrae can only choose one room for one person.
After saying goodnight to the Night Elves, Diego entered the room.
The floor was paved with irregularly shaped stone slabs, and the warm fire in the fireplace was blazing.
There is a locker on the left-hand side of the door where you can store your luggage or clothes.
The beds are made close to the fireplace, warm enough without the risk of being burned by the fire.
The sheets look soft and clean, and there is a large square table in the room where guests can sit and read something.
Although it seems that it was originally intended to be used by two travelers......
Looking at the cozy and warm room, Diego felt a wave of fatigue almost immediately.
He couldn't wait to get on the bed.
This was the first time Diego Asnar had fallen asleep in a bed instead of a tent since he came into the world.
Covered with a fluffy goose down quilt, he slept soundly.
Sersama was so safe that he threw his bow, along with his axe, on a weapon rack in the corner, not expecting to use them overnight.
But in the middle of the night, he was awakened by the rapid sound of a bell.
He got out of bed and heard a faint shouting from upstairs outside.
Through the dark red embers of the fireplace, he put on his shoes and cloak and walked out the door.
There was no one on the second and first floors of the ground, and he came to the porch of the hall, and was surprised to see the innkeeper, the cook, and the hostess, all crowded here, looking out like a flock of geese.
The fireplace couple each carried a dwarven musket in their hands, and Diego found that the hammers of the two guns were wrenched, and the anvils were also covered with fire caps, ready to be fired.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
He leaned in and asked.
"That's what I want to know!"
Nacro Fireplace turned, and in a gruff voice, he didn't look like he was awake, at least not yet.
The musket swayed wildly in his hand, which made Diego unconsciously move away, and God knows if the gun would go off.
Just then, he heard the voice of the proprietress Vidra Fireplace, "What's going on outside, Cadrell?"
” Looking through the cracks, Diego saw Cadell, the mountain ranger, and a few of his colleagues running from the end of the street.
"There are orcs!
Langar he spotted a couple of orcs north of the village," Cadrell gasped and ran past the tavern door, his heavy plate armor clanging against him, "I don't know how he recognized those Great Tooth monsters - he'd never seen an orc, at most he had fought a few battles with the gnolls west of town, and if he got it wrong this time, I'd have to get Daddy Langar to take him back and kick him in the ass, I swear." ” Diego chuckled inwardly.
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He had a hunch that the orcs were coming for him and the Night Elves.
But he didn't say anything, he didn't want these dwarves to think of themselves as troublemakers, although in history, dwarves and orcs had already fought each other, and it was not an exaggeration to be mortal enemies.
The Dan Ogaz outpost still hangs a notice offering a bounty on the heads of the Dragonmaw Orcs for any time or quantity.
Back in bed, Diego couldn't sleep for a long time, and after the initial excitement of entering Azeroth, he finally realized the danger that lurked in the world.
At last he got up again, rewound his bow, and laid it beside the bed with the axe before falling asleep again.