Through the narrow corridor behind the door, they came to a square room, a lounge-like place, where some spectators were resting, and the excitement of gladiatorial battles brought them not only excitement, but often deep tiredness.
A few peddlers of wine and food weaved through the chattering crowds, and a few orderly guards patrolled back and forth in case the adrenal glands were in danger of making a fuss—things that were essential on every gladiatorial day.
No one noticed the arrival of the two new gladiators, as the audience was not only the Black Iron Dwarves, but also visitors from other races, and those who were bored were happy to spend a few silver horns to watch a gladiatorial fight.
There was no shortage of heavily armed gladiators, too, and Diego saw a pink-bearded gnome and a two-headed ogre mage waiting in the contestant's lounge.
To be honest, compared to them, Diego and Masrae are simply not too ordinary.
The two men walked up the stairs leading to the upper grandstand and soon entered the grandstand area.
Truth be told, the stands of the Arena of Order are never to be hung up in comfort, they are simply layers of hard round stone steps.
They walked down the walkway between the fan-shaped stands until they reached the bottom of the walkway.
There is a minimum height difference of four meters between here and the field below, and even the best bouncing monsters can't climb up the vertical walls.
Viewed from this angle, the arena below looks like a giant round cricket jar.
The distance between the bottom step and the edge of the well is wide, about two meters.
They walked along the well to the opposite stand, where Diego knew there was an exit to the residential area of Darkforge.
That was the way they had to go.
But the spectators along the way were not friendly to them.
Some impulsive Black Iron Dwarves even spilled the Dwarven Beer in their hands.
"Damn it, damn elf skinny, you should be glad your ass wasn't cut off by Gorosh to give us a chance to enjoy it, I'll definitely ask Gristone for your price, just tonight!"
"The next one, I promise, only needs the next one, and you will definitely die a miserable death......" “……” They cursed in a variety of ways, but they were only too happy to do anything out of the ordinary, because these gladiators were the private property of the Black Iron King, and they would bring him untold gold gains, and the heavily armed dwarven shield guards around the stands ensured that they did not dare to risk the wrath of the Black Iron King.
But the young elven boy almost couldn't help but make a move, if it wasn't for Diego to hold him back, this druid wouldn't have been able to do anything.
But not all of the spectators were angry at them, and the few gamblers who bet on the underdog were full of praise for them.
"Well done, man, I'll definitely support you next time!"
A spectator who had just cashed out his bet shouted loudly as he slapped his rattling money bag.
Around him, several red-eyed spectators swooped up and punched at each other, this guy was not among the protection of the Black Iron King.
The two of them finally walked out of the arena in a hustle and bustle.
The streets were deserted, as if the whole city had poured into the arena.
But in fact, the open day of the arena is almost the festival of the whole city, and the black iron dwarves under the pressure of the fire demon enjoy this rare opportunity to vent on this day.
The adventurers did not go far, they stopped in an empty house not far from the arena.
The house was left with only four walls, and even the doors had been torn down, so that even the most sloppy thieves would not visit it.
As Griston had said, these empty houses were everywhere in Darkfurnace - the population of the Black Iron Dwarves had never returned to their peak since the Firefiend was summoned.
This fierce battle is too difficult for adventurers.
They needed to rest, relax their sore muscles, eat, and even more so Masrae, and he needed time to heal his wounds and change into leather armor by the way.
Sitting in a corner against the wall, Diego followed a heartfelt connection to give orders to his pet.
After more than ten minutes, Guan Haifa's figure appeared at the door of the house.
It sniffed, then quietly walked in, curled up beside Diego, and looked at him expectantly.
Diego couldn't help but smile as he pulled out a few pieces of jerky from his bag, threw two to his pet, and then threw one in his mouth.
"How are you feeling?"
He asked vaguely.
The healing profession is good, if it is him, he will have to wait obediently to die if he is hit by such an axe, and he can be killed by just bleeding.
His first-aid skills couldn't heal such a serious injury.
"It's okay, it's much better than just now, maybe you just need to get some sleep, and maybe you'll be back to normal."
The Night Elf casually dropped the bloody clothes he had changed, walked over casually, took a piece of jerky from his hand, and chewed it heavily.
"I'm afraid you can't sleep yet, we'll have to hurry."
Diego said apologetically, he paused for a moment and thought for a moment, "Otherwise, you rest here, and I'll take Guan Haifa to get the key." ” "I'm not one of those children who don't have any hair," the Night Elf's face was a little moved—though he was a child in Diego's eyes—but he said nonchalantly, "You don't want to leave me, you can't do anything without me." ” "Well, you're right."
Diego said a little helplessly, although reluctantly, but he had to admit that the elves were reasonable, and sometimes, the power of spells always played an unexpectedly important role, just like just now.
Masrae smirked.
"I deserve a glass of wine to commemorate this occasion!"
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He took a hard bite of the jerky, then stretched out his limbs and lay flat on the ground.
But in the next moment, his eyes widened sharply and he cheered in a low voice.
"Wow, where did you get that?"
A bottle of purple wine with an alluring sheen appeared on his head, and he snatched it into his arms.
Then he pulled out a wooden cup with an incredibly swift motion and took it.
"What a godsend!"
He took a deep sip, then closed his eyes slightly in admiration, his expression looking like that of a dwarf who was a drunkard.
"I sometimes really suspect that you were transformed by a dwarf, and if I can find a mage, I will ask him to use Detect Transfiguration on you as soon as possible."
Diego sighed from the bottom of his heart, whether in his past life or in this life, it was difficult for him to understand these drunkards.
"Your suspicions are justified, and sometimes, I think so."
Masrae agreed, pouring another glass and drinking it, then looked at the bottle for a moment and hesitated, handing it back to Diego.
"Save it for me, I'm afraid I'll drink it dry in one go, if it stays in my hands."
Just when Diego thought he was afraid that drunkenness would affect his next move, the Night Elf swallowed and turned his head with difficulty, trying not to look at the remaining half of the bottle.
"There's still a long way to go."
He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said. “……” Diego was speechless, he felt like he really didn't know what was good.
After a short break and a hasty meal, they hit the road again.
But they didn't go far before the street forked in them.
One road goes south, and the other goes straight north.
"This way!"
Diego pointed to the path to the north, the road to the south that led to the temple of Thorrison, and they had to go back later, and that's when that road came in handy.
They walked silently for a moment, but after a few moments Masrae spoke, and he could see clearly in the darkness.
"I think," he said, "it seems a little too bright up ahead, even the lava lake outside isn't so bright, what could it be?"
” "The Great Rift!"
Diego whispered, but he found it difficult to express what he had ever seen, "It's hard for me to explain to you what it is, you'll understand it once you've seen it, I promise, you'll never forget it." ” Soon, everyone could clearly see the red light.
It shines erratically on both sides of the street in front.
Now, they can finally see the road in front of them.
The street opened up a short distance ahead, and the light shone from under the ground there.
The air began to get hotter.
When they came to the end of the street, their eyes suddenly turned completely red, and a huge underground crack tens of meters wide suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Wow, what a spectacle!"
The Night Elves exclaimed uncontrollably, "I bet that in all my hundreds of years of life, there is only one comparable to the sight of the World Tree when I first saw it hundreds of miles away!"
” Just a few meters below their feet, hot magma flowed, branched out, and converged in this fissure, nearly 100 meters deep, like the rivers and lakes that run through normal cities.
Some lava flows cascade down the river like a waterfall from the eruption holes at high altitudes, splashing countless waves and droplets.
It is rumored that molten catfish can be fished in this lava river, but Diego has not tried it, although his fishing skills are also masterful.
Truth be told, it's pretty subversive.
Due to the abundant metal deposits in Blackstone Mountain, these magmas contain extremely high levels of metal.
In many cases, the Black Iron Dwarves scooped up the lava directly from the crucible, cooled it slightly, and then put it on the anvil for forging.
For the seasoned dwarven miners, it is easier to tell the metal in that lump of lava than to eat or drink.
This was almost the most visible and brightest place in the entire Darkfurnace City, and the two of them looked up to see a huge rock dome that covered the entire city, which was larger and more empty than all the dome they had seen before, and the edge of the dome extended to where they could not see with the naked eye.
They are now under the vault, near the south.
The underground rift stretched beneath their feet to the east and west, until it reached into the darkness beyond.
As far as Diego knew, the underground rift finally turned north on the west side, reaching the heart of the Molten Fire, the lair of the Firefiend's Ragnaros.
The cliffs on both sides of the Great Fissure are hard black rocks with a smooth surface glowing red in the lava.
Twenty or thirty meters above the lava, there were many porches, windows, and terraces dug into the area, and many of the Black Iron Dwarves liked to build their homes next to this strange river, and they made the most of every inch of the rocks in the Black Rock Mountain.
In their free time, the dwarves can meet up with two or three friends on the terrace and have a few drinks while overlooking the river of lava.
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But this joy of life also seems a little out of place after the arrival of the Fire Demon, these magma are full of the Fire Elemental Eyes and Ears of the Fire Demon King, and no one likes to live under the surveillance of others all the time.
Just above this thrilling river of lava is a wide and flat bridge.
The Bridge of Flames was more than ten meters wide and fifty or sixty meters long, but it was far from the largest on the river.
The one that crosses the lava river on the Black Iron Avenue is almost twice the size of the bridge, both in length and width.
In fact, from this bridge used to be the inner city of Darkhearth, where the prosperity and cleanliness were definitely not comparable to the chaotic prison district.
However, at this time, there were no guards on the bridge, and the two of them easily passed the bridge.
They swaggered to the other side of the bridge until a guard stopped them.
But to the adventurers' surprise, the guard didn't intend to check the gladiator badge that Diego handed over.
"I know you, you're doing a great job!"
The black iron dwarf pointed at them, and he turned his head to look at his companion excitedly, "Dughhar, these are the two gladiators I just used to do with you, and they killed Gorosh!"
” "Gray, you've spoken at least six times before they came," said his companion sullenly, looking very dissatisfied, "you ought to have a drink, knowing that the leader asked you at least three times when I was here by myself for a full time." ” "How did you answer?"
The dwarven guards suddenly became nervous, it seems that the boss checks the post, no matter what the world is not a pleasant thing.
"I'm going to get a ji."
Dughar said solemnly, and the adventurers on the side looked at each other, their jaws wide open almost hitting the surface of their feet.
"Well done!
I'll treat you to a drink, Dughhar," to the surprise of the adventurers, the dwarven guard looked pleased with the answer, appreciating promise.
He turned back and faced the adventurers again, "I won at least a dozen gold coins this time, and it's all up to you!"
He patted the tinkling money bag on his waist, "What's your name?"
” "Tom Cruise, his name is Brad Pitt."
Diego preemptively said, he had no guilt for borrowing the name he had heard in his previous life, he didn't want the Black Iron Dwarves to track down their traces by his name, because their operation to save Wendsor this time was destined to anger all the Black Iron Dwarves, and it was not very difficult for the mages to rely on their names to track down the real culprit.
"Oh, Tom, I swear you're the best gladiators I've ever seen!"
The dwarven guard said familiarly, and he pointed in the direction of the Black Iron Bar to the north, "Come together tonight, I'll have a treat, and you'll find that Gray Anvil is the most bold and enthusiastic Black Iron Dwarf!"
” "Come on, Gray, you don't have enough money for alcohol, and how many times a year can you go to the arena?
How many gladiators have you seen?
His partner sneered and said that his popularity was not as good as his own.
"Dughhar, you're itching again, aren't you?"
Gray snarled and pounced on the anvil, looking like he had had enough.
Well, at this point, there are no more adventurers.
The two of them bypassed the scuffled dwarven guards, passed through the square arch behind the bridgehead, and walked in the direction of the inner city.
I don't know why, maybe the scene I just saw was too unbelievable, the two of them didn't speak, and there was an eerie quiet atmosphere in the air.
"Dughhar, it's the dwarven guard just now, why is it like that?"
Masrae said suddenly, it seemed that the question had puzzled him for a while.
"What?"
Diego didn't stop, he asked casually without looking back.
"He, Gray Anvil, went to get a ji, but looking at Gray's expression, it seems to approve of him, is this phenomenon common in dwarven society, or very popular?"
Masrae asked, confused.
"Uh, this ......"
Diego was a little speechless, he hesitated, but he felt that it was better not to leave any psychological shadow on the elf boy.
"It may be that their superiors find this behavior a good ......," he said in difficult terms, "......
Good things, so I like to hear about them, but I'm sure these behaviors are relatively rare and abnormal in both human and dwarven societies!
” "So, what about you?"
The Night Elf asked in pursuit.
"Huh?
How do I?
Diego asked in confusion.
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"What do you think about this kind of thing?"
"Oh, this ......"
Diego had a hard time putting this kind of thing on the table, which was always hard to talk about in the more than twenty years of traditional education he had received in his previous life, "Masrae, can't you respect me?"
” "No, unless you think you're supporting it."
The tendon bear child has committed a problem again.
"Well, I'm not for this kind of thing in general, and I'm not against it."
Diego explained that it's none of his business, he is holding his head high, and he rarely judges the actions of others.
"And what about you, do you like to do this kind of thing?"
The Night Elf was visibly unhappy with his diplomatic rhetoric and mocked.
"Of course not!"
Diego finally erupted, foaming at the mouth and growling, he had had enough of the second thing, "You'd better shut your foul mouth, Masrae Bearskin!"
If you don't want to be beaten up!
” "Oh, then I'm relieved!"
The Night Elf wiped the saliva from his face and said with a sigh of relief.