Masrae scrept forward against the rock wall, and Diego followed him in a lizardskin cloak.
The discolored cloak now has a black ironstone-like black, which makes it blend in perfectly with its surroundings.
Whenever the slaves digging at the edge of the rock wall pushed the minecart away to the middle of the mine, they would cross the lot he was in.
Then the next slave, and then the next.
The speed at which they were not advancing was very fast, and it was only forty or fifty meters after they had approached an hour.
Because the speed at which the slaves were digging was not consistent.
Those powerful ogre slaves may be able to dig out a cart of ore in two or three clicks, and those gnolls who are grinding and chirping may not be able to dig out a cart in half a time.
"Haven't you arrived yet?"
Masrae asked impatiently, resisting the dimly lit underground, "This is not a place for the Night Elves.
He grumbled in his heart.
"Don't be in a hurry, Masrae.
We're not in a hurry, there's no night and no day in the melting pot, it's always like this here, you don't have to worry about dawn.
Diego said casually as he watched the movement around him.
For a qualified hunter, patience is always the most valuable quality.
"But I ......"
Masrae tried to complain a few more words, but Diego pressed his shoulder and motioned for him to silence.
The Night Elf, who had quieted down, finally noticed that a figure was shaking in the shadows just three meters away from him.
The rock wall was dug deep, creating a shadow that was difficult to reach.
It's easy to ignore if you don't pay attention.
Masrae felt sweat run down his sweat, almost soaking through the clothes on his back.
The two of them looked at the figure nervously, but the figure didn't seem to notice the movement here, he was still digging one pickaxe after another, probably dissatisfied with the quality of the ore in the place he was digging now, he moved two steps towards Diego and them, and chose a new dig.
The two men were even more nervous, and they clung to the rock wall, holding their breath and not moving.
For a moment, Diego was hesitant to strike first and take out the slave.
Leaving the shadows, they finally saw the man's face.
It was a typical copper-bearded dwarf, with a bronzed complexion, a fiery red beard, and his beard was divided into three locks, the middle of which was braided into a chest-length braid.
Diego judged that this should be a strict man, and even if he was reduced to slavery, the dwarf still took care of his beard.
Diego nervously looked at the dwarf from under his cloak, and he could only squint his eyes, not daring to open them too widely, lest the other party notice the reflection in his eyes.
But in the next moment, he almost froze as the dwarf tilted his head slightly and grinned, and Diego could even see the reflection of his white teeth in the darkness.
"He found me!
Oh my God, he found me!
Diego shouted to himself that he was sure the dwarf had seen him.
He quickly reached for the hand axe at his waist, and if the dwarf shouted, he would have to stop him.
But the dwarf didn't do anything, he continued to dig hard from the rock wall, and then loaded the dug rock into the minecart behind him, as if he didn't see anything.
"If you're an enemy of these black shit, then kick them in the ass as reward for not reporting you.
Remember to help me kill a few more ......," he whispered as he looked like he was talking to himself.
Diego could barely believe his ears, he froze.
It wasn't until the dwarven slave pushed the minecart away that he calmly followed the Night Elf and moved forward.
For the rest of the day, Diego had been in a bit of a trance, which made him almost found several times, and if it weren't for Masrae's even if he had pulled him, he would have been exposed.
Diego suddenly wanted to change his plans, he wanted to be like an assassin and kill them with one blow, but now, he wanted to do more and save these slaves.
However, he immediately dismissed the idea, for he and Masrae alone could not do it in any way.
But this thought grew in his heart like a weed, and in the short time that they had advanced more than twenty meters, he had even begun to think about the feasibility of this plan, and constantly supplemented and improved it "Try it, if you don't try it, how do you know you can't do it?"
A voice repeatedly seduced in his heart.
"What the hell, what's wrong with me?"
He cursed angrily, to be honest, he never felt how noble he was, let alone a saint, even before the crossing, he had never just passed the "Thought and Morality" class, and the biggest good thing he did was nothing more than to give up a seat on the bus and help his grandmother cross the road, in recent years, he didn't even dare to help his grandmother cross the road.
You know, he's only been in this world for two months, and he's not going to die with the same kind of laughter and generosity as the real Azeroth.
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Strictly speaking, Diego was not one of those unemployed otaku who was keen on Japanese comics before he crossed over, and he was an unemployed otaku who was old at home, to be honest, he didn't know much about Japanese comics, and he also had his own job.
He just likes his life to be simpler and doesn't like to go out.
This is not uncommon in today's impetuous and utilitarian society, such otaku are often incompatible with the surrounding reality, they confine themselves to a corner, in order to passively resist those ugly and sick, they do not want to become cold and cold-blooded, sleek and sophisticated, and do not want the little blood left in their bodies to be consumed, but they are powerless to compete with the cold reality, so they have to be alone and immerse themselves in Plato's ideal world.
In Azeroth, Diego admires the heroes of the war between humans and beasts, Uther, Tirio Ferdin, Anduin Lothar, and Tulayan, who are full of loyalty, courage, sacrifice and glory, they are the embodiment of justice and virtue, they punish evil in the dark, uphold justice in the face of adversity, and save the people in disasters, but Diego has never considered himself so powerful, he is not ready to take on his responsibilities.
"Yes, you can't do it, you're not that strong, you can assassinate that foreman and leave in peace, you're much more noble than those natives, you can't die, you still have a wonderful life......"
The voice chattered in his heart, sounding cold and mean, "Oh-oh-oh——, our great time-traveler can go back to the surface, he has done his best, just like those time-traveling protagonists......"
Diego felt deeply stabbed, and he had despised countless times the smug, pretentious protagonists who had only seen him in the crossing, and when he couldn't stand it anymore, he sighed and was depressed.
Those protagonists who shout "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations", which one is not trying to climb for officialdom, fighting for hegemony or becoming a god and becoming an ancestor, racking his brains?
What have they done for the post-travel world?
Will they genuinely do something for the people around them, the natives they see as NPCs?
In the eyes of those people, these natives are nothing more than stepping stones to climb up the background of their different identities.
"Do you want to be in the company of these people whom you despise now?
Do you want to be like that?
Once again, he asked himself, "What kind of person am I going to be?"
” "No, I'm different from them, I'll never be like them!
I truly love the world, I am no different from the natives of Azeroth, I am proud of my camp, my race, I long for the recognition of this world, I long for glory!
A voice shouted deep within him, and the famous proverb popped into his mind, and it took him almost all his reason to control himself from shouting at this moment.
“esartharno’darador！”
Every drop of blood in his body was shouting, it was an awakening from his soul, and the always soft High Elf language was as hard as steel at this moment.
"Defend glory with blood!"
He repeated in a low voice in human language. …… Masrae was getting to the northernmost edge of the mine, which was already very close to the pool of slag, and the red glow from the magma made it bright enough, and the two of them had to be careful to make sure they wouldn't be spotted.
Masrae looked up and saw a stone staircase carved out of the rock face, which zigzag several times on the rock face and disappeared into the darkness higher up.
According to Diego, it was the second floor of the melting pot, an area for the overseers and guards.
He looked back and saw that his teammate was still more than thirty meters behind, which surprised him a little.
Ever since he left the Copperbeard Dwarf, Diego had behaved very unusually, which worried him a lot.
"Hey, Diego," the Night Elf felt like he had to do something, in fact, it was what he had been thinking about until he got here, and the misery of those slave laborers touched his heart with pity.
"What's wrong?"
Diego, who was interrupted from thinking, raised his head impatiently and said sternly.
His whole body was shrouded in darkness under the cloak, and he looked cold, without a trace of human heat.
Masrae hesitated, which made him look a little hesitant, but in the end he mustered up his courage.
"I think we should do something for them," Masrae said earnestly, gesturing to the calloused, desperately toiling slaves in the mines in the distance.
"That's what you really think?"
His teammate asked meaningfully, lifting the cloak from his head, but his expression looked a little elusive, and the red light emitted by the distant magma shone on his face, interweaving the ups and downs of light and darkness, cloudy and uncertain.
"Yes, Elune, no one has the right to imprison the freedom of others for personal gain, this is the boundary between good and evil."
Masrae enthusiastically said that people of faith are happy, and they never have to think too much about multiple-choice questions, just follow the teachings of the gods.
Diego was speechless, and the two of them suddenly fell silent, but Masrae still looked at his teammates expectantly, convinced that this human was a noble man who would not tolerate the evil actions of the Black Iron Dwarves.
"Yes, you're right, and I think so too."
Diego broke the silence suddenly.
His voice sounded hoarse, but he looked relieved, and the Night Elves felt a sense of determination in him.
"I knew you'd approve of me, Diego!"
Masrae whispered excitedly, even a little excited, and his teammates finally returning to normal gave him a reason to do so, "I was hesitant to do it with you, but I did it anyway because I knew we were one kind of person!"
” Diego smiled wordlessly, and he swallowed a little hard, moistening his parched throat.
He felt very tired, even more tired than after a big fight.
One step to heaven, one step to hell, the sublimation and degradation of human nature are often just a thought.
"We need to have a well-thought-out plan."
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The Night Elf said excitedly.
"Let's go back first, we need to find a few helpers first!"
Diego said, pulling a bottle of dwarven spirits out of his pocket and taking a big sip, "I think that's what I need most."
"He was to himself. …… I wondered, is this chapter going to offend too many people?