Soon, the steam locomotive drove to the end of the pit.

There were no slaves working non-stop, and there were no prison guards whipped with leather whips.

In front of them was a huge curtain of light.

On both sides of the light curtain, there stood countless substitutes for punishment.

They were dressed in heavy animal skin suits, their faces were covered with glasses with two crystal-ground lenses, and their beaks were partly covered by protruding bird's beak-like masks, with rows of tiny round holes hollowed out.

"All... Replacement... Anti-pollution miners!"

A dull voice came from the beak shield of the punisher leader.

Soon, a group of old miners wearing shabby anti-pollution mining clothes and holding clothes walked out and went straight to these new rookie slaves.

Under the alignment of the high-pressure steam walker, everyone was very well-behaved, and they lined up, allowing these veteran slaves to choose like leeks.

Obviously, because of the different races and body types, each miner holds a different size of the mining coat in his hand.

But there is one thing, they are similar.

That is, almost all the miner clothes of the slave miners looked so dirty, shabby, and full of patches.

Obviously, none of these anti-pollution mineral coats are new, but left over from their previous owners.

There is no need to think about it, the fate of the owners of these clothes will never be a smooth retirement and leaving here.

The choice is endless, and many of the huge Extraordinary Slaves have become the target of the old miners, and the shorter they are, such as goblins and humans, the less people have a choice.

And the tenth-rank Chalkin, who has only eaten the flesh and blood of the Warcraft once and has only mutated once, has become a 'weak chicken' in the eyes of the old miners!

However, such a selection did not generate much noise and quarrels.

This was not only due to the menacing gazes and cold muzzles of the punishers, but also because the size of the clothes in the hands of each miner who came to pick a partner was predetermined.

Soon, Chalkin waited for his partner, a man much shorter than him, almost as tall as a dwarf.

The miner was obviously unhappy with the size of the anti-pollution jacket in his arms.

So when he handed the clothes to Chalkin, he acted rather rudely, raised it above his head and smashed it directly into Chalkin's arms.

Chalkin took the heavy orange-yellow mineral coat and couldn't help but whisper, "You don't seem to be satisfied with my size?"

The dwarf miner glanced at him, and a dull voice came from the beak of the bird.

"Size determines the size of the power, little one, I have to say, you are really lucky, we don't have many miners of your size. ”

Glancing at the dwarves in the distance, who were shorter than him, but quite sought-after, and then at his partner in front of him, Chalkin suddenly felt a little angry.

"Look no further, dwarves are born miners. ”

"Most of them believe in the goddess of the earth, and their extraordinary skills are more suited to the environment here, certainly much more sought-after than you humans. ”

"What about you, what race are you?" asked Chargin dissatisfied.

The 'dwarf' pressed against Chalkin's back, pulled the rough buckle up, and said in a somewhat condescending tone, "Have you heard of the Baisha tribe?"

"Honey badger, you're a flat-headed dude?!" Chalkin's eyes widened, and he looked down into the other's visor lenses in a low-pitched posture to see a shaggy flat face.

"Boy, speak with respect. The flat-headed brother said in a flat tone, patted Chalkin on the back, and motioned for him to take the helmet and put it on.

Chalkin didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly reached out to take the beak mask.

He was a zoologist in his last life, and Chalkin didn't want to provoke this kind of flat-headed brother who used poisonous snakes as spicy strips and scorpions as snacks, and was unhappy to see lions in the zoo, and he had to go over to fight with lions when he dug holes, and he was beaten as an endangered animal.

Before the mask was put on, Chalkin smelled an extremely strange smell.

"What does it smell like, why does it stink so much?"

Brother Pingtou said disapprehantly: "The bird's beak mask is made of brass, and the hollow part is plated with silver and stuffed with ceiba grass, moon flowers, birch charcoal and other herbs, which are used to filter the air, so you can bring it if you don't want to die too soon." ”

"Aren't these all herbs from the Sun Path, the Moon Path? ”

"I remember the last guy with this bird hood was an ogre, but don't worry, it doesn't have anything to eat here. ”

Char King Kong put on the beak mask, and when he heard that the ogre had brought it, he almost threw up.

Before Charkin could take off his mask, the flathead brother had already put his arms around Charkin's neck, clasped the mask on his face, and dragged him straight into the light gate.

Entering the light gate, Chalkin heard a murmur and whisper in his ears before he could see the situation inside the mine.

These voices came from the dark depths of the pit, like talking, like complaining, like madness.

Like the whispers of demons, and like the weeping of those who have died unjustly.

Chalkin is no stranger to these voices, he had been to a haunted house in his previous life when he was in college, and how annoying those screams, cries, and roars were.

Compared to the chilling sound in horror movies, this voice seems to be full of magic, and people can't help but pay attention to what is in it.

I don't know when, the slaves who entered the light curtain around him gradually lost their voices, and everything he saw was covered with a layer of oil in his eyes.

Oil stains, black oil stains everywhere.

It was as if someone was carrying an oil drum and dumping it wantonly.

On the ground, on the stones, on the rock walls...... Pollution from the ground is everywhere.

Chalkin looked up, and a black stain of oil dripped on his face, striking Chalkin with a thrill.

At the moment when Chalkin was hit by this drop of oil, he felt that the flathead had disappeared, and the prison guard who was escorting him was gone, and the whole person seemed to be standing alone in the dark, and everything around him was pure black.

"Focus!!"

"If you don't want to die faster, mobilize the strength in your body to fight this darkness. In the darkness, a loud bang rang out like thunder.

Outside, on Chalkin's shoulders, a black-and-white hairy face half his height and also wearing an anti-pollution mine suit shouted into his ear.

At this time, Chalkin's eyes were completely covered with a layer of black.

The whites of his eyes completely disappeared in his eye sockets, and the extreme blackness occupied his entire eye socket.

Contaminate.

It's pollution from the ground.

If there was no partner beside him, Chalkin at this time would have been completely lost in pollution just the moment he entered the black mining area.

Chalkin startled a spirit, and he began to mobilize extraordinary strength, trying to resist the whispers of the evil god in his ears.

The whites of his eyes began to gradually recover, and at some point, he had broken away from the long line of slaves and walked towards the darkness.

And around him, there was some black oil stain somewhere.

Everywhere there are ores that glow with a dull light.

"Rookie, concentrate on me, you'll kill us if you do it again." As he spoke, the flat-headed brother put the bird's beak mask on his head, and without saying a word, he dragged him towards the slave team in the black mining area......