Diego and Windsol ran breathlessly inside the massive catacomb. The latter finally put on his armor and ran with a clanging sound. In front of them, the two leopards had disappeared, and in this respect, the four-legged creatures had a natural advantage. They could hear a lot of stumbling footsteps behind them. Dwarven howls after howls made them sure they had been seen, and then behind them came the sound of the blades unsheathed, and a hammer clattered over Diego's head. Beside him, Windsor laughed fearlessly, "They can't catch up with us, and when they get to the bridge, they'll find that we'll be on the other side!" ”

Suddenly, the huge stone door of the mausoleum appeared in front of them. Outside the stone gate, the ground has a gentle downward slope. The only road leading to the other side was a swarthy, seemingly lonely chain bridge, more than three hundred yards long. This was a defense built by the dwarves against foreign enemies, who could only cross the bridge one by one. But now, it has become an obstacle for the dwarves to hunt down the fugitives, and they have to cross it one by one.

At this moment, Wendthor slowed down and cautiously walked towards the chain bridge.

"Watch ahead, young man!" Windsor shouted, his hands outstretched to keep his balance, "This is the legendary upper chain, it looks really narrow and dangerous. ”

"How did you get into Dark Furnace City before?" Just then, he heard someone talking behind his back. A figure leaped up from his side, a cheetah-like agility onto the chain.

Diego raced across the back of the cruciform iron rope, amazed at how light and agile he could be as light and agile as Legolas, the elven prince.

"Wow......" he couldn't help but whistle, "Now, who can sue me, what is a fear of heights?" He shouted coquettishly.

Muskets rang out, and the musketeers among the Black Iron Dwarves began to shoot. But at this distance, their bullets really didn't have much power, some of them bounced off Wendthor's plate armor, others over his head and flew out of nowhere. Diego couldn't help but look back at the enemies, and past Wendsol's figure, he vaguely saw hundreds of black iron dwarves clustered at the other end of the bridge, waiting in line to step on the iron cables, their heavy warhammers and armor reflecting a blood-red glow in the reflection of the lava.

Diego strode and finally reached the other end of the chain bridge. He grinned, then removed his rifle from his back. Compared with the rate of fire, than the range, who was he afraid of?

"Run! Don't look back. I must hold this path, you run! Windsor shouted, this is a human being of noble character, and even the most critical person cannot say anything. But it was clear that he was a little confused.

"Come here, we don't need you to break the queen!" Diego shouted angrily and urgently, for a hunter with an astonishing rate of fire, holding this narrow iron bridge was as easy as eating and drinking.

But the marshal apparently did not think so, and he turned around, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

"You can't get by!" Windsor shouted like a desperate hero, and in front of him, the Black Iron Dwarves stopped in surprise, and there was silence around them.

"I, Reginald Windsor! Son of Haierjo Wendthor and commander of Stormwind! I am the destroyer of Karazan, the victor of two orc wars! My sword and shield have left my glory in battle, my feet have stepped on the corpses of countless orcs, and my wounds are a testament to my bravery on the battlefield! I have the guts of Thoryin, black iron scum, you must never want to go through here!"

The marshal shouted heroically, filled with impassioned defiance of death. Once, Diego thought that this kind of person was very stupid and stupid, but when he saw that there were really people willing to sacrifice themselves for him, his soul from Earth was finally shocked. He finally really knew what kind of hero he had rescued. It is these selfless and fearless people who hold up the sky of Stormwind, and only such a man can be called the mainstay and have the ability to turn the tide.

Loyalty, steadfastness, faith, sacrifice, when mankind has fallen into pessimism and despair, it is their shouting and heroic struggle that make the ancient noble sentiment radiate bright again. They are the backbone of the human race and the last dignity and pride of mankind.

Under the light of this noble personality, Diego finally saw the cold-blooded, selfish, withdrawn, low-spirited, cowardly side of his soul, these glooms were firmly stuck to the depths of his soul like ringworm, but at this moment it was like being exposed to the sun, and there was nothing to hide, which made him extremely embarrassed and ashamed. It was like a baptism, mercilessly washing away the gloom of his soul and washing the folds of dirt and dirt.

"Now, retreat into your filthy lair, and no one will be able to get past my stand until I die!" Windthor shouted at the end, and he charged, using his shield to knock the first Black Iron Dwarf off the bridge, and then swung his sword to cut the other Dwarven soldier in two with his armor.

The Black Iron Dwarves rushed forward, but the bridge was too narrow for Windsor to face one enemy at a time.

"Stubborn brain," Diego whispered, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, as he picked up his gun, took aim, and then put it down again, "Damn, he blocked my shots." ”

"I'm going to get him back!" Masrae shouted and jumped back onto the bridge. He turned into a panther and ran to the middle of the chain bridge, "Hold on! Windsol, I'm here! ”

Wendsol turned his head and saw that the Druid Panther was rushing towards him at high speed, and just three steps away from him, the cheetah leaped high and completed the giant bear transformation above the marshal's head.

When the heavy bear landed again, even Diego, who was on the other side of the chain, felt the tremor of the cable. Then, in the next second, the giant bear launched a ferocious charge. It lowered its head and looked like a boar arching in rather than a bear. But this somewhat ridiculous posture has achieved striking results, and the black iron dwarves on the iron ropes are flipped on their backs like a row of bowling balls that fall over at the touch of a row. Like dumplings in a pot, they fell into the lake of lava below. A terrible scream echoed in the air, and it didn't go away for a long time.

"This ......, am I old?" Windthor said with some uncontrollability, and he put the shield back behind his shoulder. Well, there's nothing to do with him now.

Masrae swept the dwarves from the wire very lightly and ran back. When they ran back to the end of the chain bridge, they saw Diego tinkering with something underneath the chains.

"We need to get out of here." The marshal panted and said, this great victory did not make him get carried away and lose his mind, "Those dwarves will soon organize another attack, and we can't always stop their attacks." ”

"They can't make it," said Diego without looking up, pulling out a flame-charged ruby from his pocket and carefully placing it in the crevice under the chain. The gem emitted a faint light, flickering and flickering, as if it would release the energy inside at any moment.

"Why?" Wendthor asked curiously, and he bent down to watch Diego's every move.

"Because we have this!" Diego said with some sadness, to be honest, he didn't want to ruin this great miracle, but he had to do it now.

He pulled out a bunch of red rod-like objects from the demon cloth bag and filled the gap further inside than the gem. This explosive is quite safe, and without a fuse, even a hammer blow will not detonate it. However, the explosion trap he had just set up could have served as a fuse.

After experiencing the power of large salt bombs, Diego grew fond of using explosives. This is the bomb he sent out in the dwarven mines below, which was originally used to break up ore and rock, and it is quite suitable for use here. He knew he couldn't damage the black iron cable, but that didn't mean the rock that anchored the cable was just too strong to be destroyed.

After doing this, Diego stood up. The black iron dwarf on the opposite side still cowered, not daring to step on the iron cable. This left Diego a little sorry - he had intended to show off his rapid-fire skills.

"Well, it's time to leave." He said helplessly.

They had left against the mountain wall, and under the cover of shadows, the Black Iron Dwarves on the other side of the bridge had not noticed that they had left. Some of the Black Iron Dwarves are sending a message back, waiting for the Black Iron Cannons from the Dark Furnace City to come over.

They walked calmly along the circular stone bridge towards the exit to the south to the Burning Plains. Diego even had time to retrieve their donkey - the stubborn rammer was lucky not to be eaten, or fall into the lava lake, or simply be led by a passing Blackstone orc.

Diego led the way, and Windsol walked last. The stone bridge was wide and flat, and as they strode along it, Diego was in a trance, and he found himself tempted to turn his head to look back.

They kept walking. A blinding light appeared ahead, and a large hole channeled the light from the outside world, and they ran faster. The group then came to a huge stone gate carved out of the belly of the mountain, which looked thick and sturdy, and at the same time carved out of the gatehouse and hanging fence above. They galloped through the slightly winding corridor to the light-filled gate.

There are no guards here, and the boom is now raised. They ran out of the ancient gate and left the Black Stone Abyss, the dark underworld.

They crossed the lava bridge outside the gate—a majestic stone bridge that crossed the canyon of fire created by Ragnaros and walked down the hillside along the hardstone path to a vast expanse of land.

In front of you is the burning plain. The shadow of the Blackstone Mountains hangs over it, and all the ravines are filled with red-hot lava, and looking back from here, a spectacular lava waterfall is pouring down from the halfway point of the Blackstone Mountains. The sky was a dark red, and there was an irritating haze of dust everywhere. But Diego had never loved the sulphurous air so much as he did now, and he always felt that it smelled of freedom.

"I love the smell of it!" Diego shouted hoarsely.

They looked back. The entrance to darkness swells in the shadows. Just then, they heard a faint, distant explosion, but then an even bigger explosion occurred, and even in this place they could feel the shaking of the earth. After a while, a puff of black smoke floated out of the gate, and although they couldn't see anything, they all cheered in unison.

Well, for a long time, they won't have to worry about the Black Iron Dwarves chasing them.