Two days later......

As the Chanis Gate slowly opened, the harsh light shone through the entire black cell.

Bands of prison guards armed with black stone batons, torches, and double-breasted Lanny coats rushed in, shouting and shouting as they opened the doors of the cells and dragged out of their cages one by one, either rickety or mutated, low-level Extraordinaire slaves.

Reaching the depths of the Dark Mine, it was approaching dusk.

Even so, the sunset of Rongjin still illuminates everything around it very brightly.

Chalkin's hands were tightly cuffed, and he was pulled out of the cage by the guards who came to escort him, and followed the dwarves, goblins, werewolves, humans, and other slaves out of the carriage.

Even though it was already dusk, and the slaves who had been in the dark for a long time were suddenly exposed to the sun, there were still many prisoners in the black cells who could not open their eyes due to the strong light.

A slave of a certain vampire path was even burned by the sun, and a large amount of black smoke came out of the surface of his body.

However, before he could lose control and go berserk, he was soon shot to the ground with a high-pressure steam step, and immediately a prison guard used a prepared black cloth bag to rudely put him into the bag and threw it onto a sealed steam locomotive like a corpse.

The sound of gunshots, screams, fluctuations of extraordinary power, seals everywhere, everything terrified the slaves who were escorted off the car.

Due to the short time spent in the dark, Charkin was much better at adapting to light than the other inmates in the black cell.

Recovering from the glare, the first thing that caught Chargin's eye was blood all over the ground.

The slave who tried to resist was shot in place mercilessly, and above his bleeding skull, an extraordinary feature the size of a fingernail was slowly elaborating, levitating in the air, and gradually converging into a small ball of strange light, which meant the end of a life.

Chalkin squinted his eyes and followed the stumbling ranks of slaves, surveying his surroundings.

It's a huge station, with neat masonry floors, and in the distance on the docks are teams of sturdy slaves, all of whom have been devouring the flesh and blood of contaminated monsters for many years.

Polluted and eroded by extraordinary properties, many people have developed strong mutations.

Sickly strong, distorted huge, grotesque scales, make the whole mine feel like crazy at a glance, twisted, and incongruous.

This is the WoW Mine under the governance of the Seven Great Churches.

Death row prisoners, slaves, and infidels from all over the world were transported here to become part of this twisted madness.

In the distance, an extraordinarily tall elf was bare-chested, the original elf's unique handsomeness no longer existed, his ears were long, his golden hair was bursting like a hedgehog, and his strong body was covered with sea squirts, corals, shells, and other things, as if he had been soaked in the sea for hundreds of years.

"That's the erosion of the sailor's path, and obviously as an elf, he can't digest the sequence potions of the Storm Lord path very well. On the side, the prison guard in charge of escorting Chalkin followed his gaze and spoke in a mocking tone.

Here, you can see extraordinary people everywhere.

There are members of the Heart of Machines who drive steam locomotives, the night watchmen of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, and the magicians of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

They were armed with wands or high-pressure steam walkers, lined up like armies, patrolling and monitoring everything around them.

Barbed wire, steam locomotives, punisher squads, heavily guarded ......

Looking further into the distance, a huge steam city stands at the foot of the mountain.

More slaves were shocked in their hearts, they never dreamed that there was such a majestic city in the center of this vast Warcraft Forest.

"It's majestic. Behind him, another prison guard who came here for the first time said with emotion.

Looking at the slaves who worked numbly, and then at this majestic city of steel, Chargin shook his head silently, where is this city of generosity, this is clearly a city of unjust souls forged by flesh and blood.

Following the slaves were pushed onto the steam locomotive full of slag, the steam locomotive filled with a whole car of slaves sounded a huge whistle, and the scorching air wave instantly blocked the slaves' vision, and then, the locomotive with magic crystal headlights, like a steel monster, drove along the fixed track towards the direction of the mine.

After walking through the long living quarters, accustomed to the scene of sub-people of all races working together, twilight has gradually fallen.

A huge red moon took the sun's place, and through the crossbar fence of the car, Chalkin leaned through the window, trying to remember the route outside the window.

The dim gas street lamps were now slowly lit, and people in a hurry could be seen everywhere on the street, and after driving along the track for more than forty minutes, a huge pit appeared at the end of the horizon.

It is a terrifying crater left by a meteorite impact, and the bottom of the pit seems to be connected to hell.

There are still a lot of radial dead trees on the surrounding ground, and you can clearly feel the scene of natural disasters at that time.

Sitting on a steam locomotive, you can find countless huge mines dug by slaves in the spiraling pit of the mine, each reflecting a breathtaking light as night falls.

It is as if there are endless treasures hidden in the cave.

Diamonds, gold, crystals, gemstones......

Bands of orcs, tall giants, and dwarf goblins toiled in the pits that spiraled down in all directions, pushing carts of freshly mined rough to the smoky furnaces.

The reflection of these rough stones is so bright that it looks like a river of light spiraling downward in the night.

However, only a small part of these stones can be refined into magic crystals.

Only the magic crystal symbolizes endless spiritual power, energy, power, and wealth, while most of the other ornate-looking rough stones contain strong pollution, and just digging up and refining them also has a huge radiation danger.

Slowly descending the tracks, Chalkin saw a number of ordinary slaves on the same train, who were being driven by the prison guards into different pits in batches.

It would seem that the slaves lived in these dug pits.

The steam locomotive was still going down, and Chalkin suddenly saw a familiar person.

It was the girl who was in the same carriage with him disguised as a slave, and she was also assigned to a mine with the crowd.

I don't know if the girl sensed it, the eyes of the two people met at this moment, and Chalkin sat on the steam locomotive, and under her gaze, continued to drive towards the black mine area that gradually turned black like an abyss......