The two of them didn't rest for long, and to be honest, they didn't have to rest for long, and the fatigue caused by excessive tension quickly passed.
The two of them relaxed their stiff bodies and set off again.
Diego walked ahead, and his familiarity with the place surprised Masrae.
The Night Elves can't remember the first time they've been glad their teammates were on a living map.
But he didn't ask Diego why he knew so much - who hasn't had a story these days?
What's more, Diego has lost his memory.
It doesn't matter if others believe it or not, he believes it anyway.
When standing in front of the mausoleum, Masrae realized that the structure built on top of the boulder was not made of stone, but had been carved out of the boulder by the Black Iron Dwarves.
It resembles a Mayan temple in shape, square but with only one floor.
Diego took out an adventurer's torch and walked through the stone door of the black hole in the middle.
He used torches to light the torches in turn, which were stuck in the iron rings of the wall.
The ends of these torches are hollow, filled with animal fat, and can burn for a long time.
By the light of these torches, the Night Elves carefully discerned the murals on the walls, which were carved out of the stone walls without paint or plaster.
It seems that there have been fierce battles here on more than one occasion, as some of the frescoes are full of traces of slashing with knives and axes.
"This mural is about the Titans.
God, it's such an ancient history, and I bet not even the Night Elves have such a realistic account of the Titans......"
Masrae sighed heartily as he stroked the rough stone wall - his archaeological illness had relapsed.
"This is the power that the Titans have bestowed on the guardian dragon.
The dragon was supposed to be the Guardian of the Earth, the black dragon Nesario, which was his signature strong, powerful and broad jaw.
This one is the red dragon Alexstasa, the Oath of Life, and sure enough, like the cross, she has a golden ring on her horns.
This one is ......"
The Night Elf suddenly became furious, stroking the pit left by the dragon's head being cut off entirely, and cursed.
Diego never thought that the elegant and calm Night Elves would have such a violent side, "This is what that son of a bitch raised, doesn't he know how precious these historical records are?"
” "Orcs don't value Azeroth's history, and these Draenor invaders will never cherish the world we love," Diego whispered, putting his hand on the Night Elf's shoulder, "we need to get out of here, there's more important things to do." ” Convinced by his friend's persuasion and his sense of responsibility, Masrae tried to calm his emotions and reluctantly let go of the stone wall.
The two men continued to walk towards the lower mausoleum.
Led by Diego, the two of them walked along the long corridor for a while.
Thanks to the unique tastes of the dwarven craftsmen, even for the statures of Diego and Masrae, the corridor was tall and wide enough to be cramped.
Diego guessed that even if a tall, stupid ogre rushed in, he would be able to turn around.
After turning the last corner, the wall stretched far to the left and right in front of them, disappearing into the darkness.
Masrae felt as if he had entered a large hall.
Behind them was the scorching hot air baked by lava, but in front of them was a cold and cold wind.
Masrae shuddered, stopped, and peered out at the door.
But Diego didn't stop, he walked along the wall and inside, lighting all the torches on the wall.
When the torch was all lit and burst into flames, Masrae found himself standing in the doorway of an empty hall.
There are no utensils or decorations in the hall, except for the heavy sarcophagus in the middle.
This sarcophagus presents a complete dwarven style, simple and rough, but in some details, it reflects the superb craftsmanship of the black iron dwarves.
The sarcophagus appears to be unified, making one wonder how Frank Ron Cast Iron's body fit into the coffin.
But in places that are almost invisible to the naked eye, there are gaps between the stones, even if they cannot be inserted with the sharpest blades.
On the side of the sarcophagus, there are many frescoes and ornaments carved into them, presumably describing the great life of the occupants of this sarcophagus.
Diego immediately grabbed the Night Elf who pounced on the sarcophagus.
"Its owner is watching us, Masrae.
If I were you, stay away from it.
Needless to say, Frank Ron Cast Iron was the greatest architect of his time, but that doesn't mean that this black iron dwarf was good.
Diego pointed to the sky above the sarcophagus.
Although he couldn't see it, he knew what was there.
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As a former materialist, he was not afraid to fight the hardest battles against living enemies, but he still had a respectful attitude towards the mysterious existence of ghosts.
The hunter's words sobered Masrae a little, and he immediately turned on his spell vision, in which he saw the ghost of a black iron dwarf staring at him fiercely, waving its arms with teeth and claws, its pale face looking hideous and terrifying, its mouth opening and closing, as if it were about to choose a person to devour.
The Night Elf was startled, and he instinctively took a few steps back.
Unbeknownst to him, the ghost was intent on telling him something, but it was clear that some kind of world rule was hindering communication between the living and the dead.
The ghost's excitement and impatience were regarded by him as malicious intimidation.
"We'd better get out of here first."
Masrae said with some fear.
He finally knew where the coldness and coldness of the place came from, and even the lowest-ranking druid apprentices knew that this environment full of negative energy was not suitable for living people to stay long.
Diego didn't say much to him, instead turned and walked across the hall, where there was an exit to the lower level of the boulder.
In fact, before crossing over, entering the hall in a spirit state will reveal the ghost of Frank Ron Cast Iron bound to the sarcophagus, and this ghost will also give the player a quest that rewards a key that can open all the secret doors of the Dark Furnace.
But now, Diego didn't want to test whether the rumor was true, and even if it was, he couldn't guarantee that he would survive the mission.
Because even for those powerful and mysterious beings, resurrecting the dead is a difficult task.
What's more, he has a clear idea of this task and how to get the reward, so why should he die once to toss himself?
Standing at the exit of the hall and looking out, Masrae couldn't help but swallow.
The swallowing sound made as the Adam's apple moved was audible even to Diego beside him.
In front of the two of them was a rugged path.
The narrow path carved out of the boulder coiled around the boulder like a giant serpent, extending clockwise downwards to a width that was about enough for one person to pass through.
The two men hesitated for a long time before they made up their minds to walk down the path.
On the left side is suspended, there is no fence, there is no railing, and the two people are terrified.
The path was uneven, and some sections even sloped outward, and this treacherous road seemed to have been deliberately designed to be of this type, and to be honest, with the exception of the dwarves, a race with a lower center of gravity and a wide chassis, any other humanoid creature would tremble when it walked.
And these black iron dwarves were obviously not a neat race, the path had never been cleaned, and it was covered with sand and stones.
Diego stepped on it more than once and almost slipped.
Right next to him, some stones slid into the lava dozens of meters below, and without even a sizzle, they melted into it and became part of the lava.
Sometimes, Diego couldn't help but guess that it was a vicious trap deliberately set by the Black Iron Dwarves, who used it to defend themselves against the attacks of the Black Stone Orcs.
The trail stopped in front of a thick iron chain.
The chain is identical to the three upper chains, except that the chain connects to a lower rock wall, almost just a few meters above the lava lake.
Masrae was worried about whether the tumbling magma would sputter onto the chains.
There is no hesitation - they all know that hesitation is useless, and when they walk into this huge mountain space, they understand their mission, and there are always things that must be done in a person's life.
"I thought, I must be crazy!"
Masrae gritted his teeth and was the first to step onto the chain, he didn't even transform into a cheetah form, although it would be more stable to walk on four legs.
"In fact, I was already crazy when I made the decision to come here with you!"
Diego corrected him, took a deep breath, and stepped on the bridge after the Night Elves.
It turns out that it is not the two extra legs that solve the fear, but a strong heart.
Someone once said, "If some experiences scare you, the solution to that fear is to go through it again."
As he took the step, Diego felt that the road was not as dangerous as it seemed - some things, after more experience, it was just that.
He walked nonchalantly behind Masrae, as if panic and fear could no longer bother him.
At the end of the rope is a square stone platform, which is the base part of the rock wall carved into a huge column.
The iron chain goes deep into the stone platform, and it looks as if it is one with the stone platform.
The stone platform has a plane about two meters wide around the stone pillar, and near the stone wall, there is a depression that can barely stand a person.
The hollow was neatly hewn into what looked like it was supposed to be a room for the sentinels.
But the room was not working at all at all, and it was empty.
Obviously, whether it was out of slack or overconfidence, the Black Iron Dwarves didn't have any sentry posts or guards on this side.
Diego didn't see the Blood Elf named Lotus Scar, a powerful teleporter who had not yet come here to help the people of the Flame Demon Ragnaros.
On one side of the pillar, the Black Iron Dwarves opened a stone door in the pillar.
Diego and Masrae's heartfelt probes peered through the low door.
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In front of them was a huge rock hall.
After more than 1,000 years of excavation, the mine has been expanded to the size of four or five soccer balls.
Although such a large space is not supported by a single column, the abundant metal content of the rock here prevents its dome from collapsing.
Unlike the darkness and obscurity of the melting pot, the hall was illuminated by the light of countless braziers and lava.
Countless slave miners toiled in the newly excavated mining faces, including humans, stone-palatined monsters, orcs, copperbearded dwarves, and a few gnolls.
Several heavily armed Black Iron Dwarven Overseers patrolled among the slaves, shouting at them from time to time, and whipping the lazier slaves.
This mine is strictly only the outer periphery of the Blackstone Abyss, and it also has some early warning and avant-garde functions.
Fortunately, the ground of the mine is uneven, with potholes, and in some places there are some irregular stone mounds.
In the middle of the mine, there are even a few square rock pillars, which form some shadows.
For two people and a leopard, silent infiltration is not so difficult to do.
"What to do?
How do we get in?
Masrae asked, turning his head to look at Diego.
Over the past few months, as the more things they have experienced, the young Night Elves have begun to become less reckless.
This kind of adaptation and transformation is difficult to do so quickly in a calm and tranquil elven society, the night elves are too quiet and unwanted, and some villages will not even have any major events for many years.
"Take advantage of those shadows."
Diego pointed to the shadows where the fire didn't shine.
Truth be told, the Night Elves and Sekihaifa have better stealth skills than his disguise.
The stealth of the druid and the big cat is mobile, and it is difficult to be spotted, while the hunter's disguise is different, it is closer to the sniper's stealth disguise, once moving, there is a high chance of being detected, if Diego does not have a lizard cloak, he will never dare to move in disguise.
I have to admit that this lizard skin has helped him a lot, and his camouflage skills have been greatly enhanced because of it.
At night it looks like it is gray in the night, but when the cloak is in motion, or in a bright spot, it changes the color of its surroundings, and in complex environments, it becomes a mottled and fragmented color.
As far as Diego knew, the only thing that could serve a similar purpose was the inscription.
It was a new technology that came out of the Scourge of the Dead a few years later when the Alliance and the Horde were on an expedition to Northrend on the northern continent of Northrend.
Inscriptionists and enchanters are essentially the same, enchanters keep magic on objects, while inscriptionists etch inscriptions directly on the human body - but, the evil necromancer has achieved some results after so many human experiments - these etched magical tattoos on the human body can enhance some of the spells or skills of the tattooed person.
For hunters, the most tempting thing is the camouflage glyph.
Hunters with camouflage glyphs etched can also move while camouflaged without revealing their form.
However, in this day and age, the necromancers had not yet released their latest research results, and no one knew what inscriptions were, and Diego did not have a hobby of making paintings on him.
He took out his lizardskin cloak, draped it over his back, and crawled down to the mines.
After a few seconds, the cloak began to darken, gradually changing to a mottled color of ochre red of the ground and the deep black of ore.