Orcs are not the only merchants who set up shop in this underground black market, Diego alone sees minotaurs, trolls, forsaken people, and goblins, these greedy little men are always keen to find all kinds of business opportunities. Most of the tents here are supported by sharpened elm wood and covered with patchwork hides. Because they are underground, these tents are not meant to shelter from the wind and rain, but to keep out the greedy gaze. Merchants always hid most of their goods in tents and left samples in front of them. So most of these tents are not so neat, but are set up crookedly, looking poor and sour, like a slum.

The two of them walked down the slope while cautiously looking around, looking around curiously, and there was no difference between the turtle that appeared and the turtle that came here for the first time. The goods placed in front of these tents, large and small, are all kinds of strange and strange, but most of them are very rare, not big road goods, and some of them are not even recognizable by Diego.

"Come on! Come and see, Silverscale Breastplate! Authentic dwarven craft, crafted by Mithril, sold for only five gold coins! It's super sturdy and will protect you from any attack! ”

A minotaur shouted in a white piece of chain mail in the air, and he spoke orc language that most customers could understand. There were several more stacks on top of the hides behind him. If you look closely, you will find that the metal ring on the chain mail is too rough and the color is very unnatural, more like tin-mixed white iron. Diego couldn't help laughing, the food he was wearing was pure Mithril Scale Armor, what Mithril Armor looked like, he knew better than anyone that a real Mithril chain mail would cost at least a thousand gold coins. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came here, he saw people selling fakes, which reminded him of the famous "Fake Street" in his previous life.

But not everyone had the same eye on him, and some orc idiots flocked to these fakes and circled around the outside of that tent.

"We should have told Sù Dezko that he has a fellow villager here who sells counterfeits." Diego couldn't help but whisper, it seems that not all minotaurs are so honest.

They made their way through the crowds. Walked towards the tent that Burks had gobled into, and finally stopped in front of the tent next to it, which was a goblin stall.

They crouched down and rummaged through the cargo in front of the goblin merchant. Most of these goods are the teeth, claws, and horns of some beast. Diego only recognized the sharp horns of a thunder lizard, but didn't know what it was for.

"How much does this thing cost?" He asked, holding the horn in his hand, looking at it over and over again. Next to him, Masrae was listening carefully to the movement in the tent next door. The Night Elves' long ears were to their full advantage this time, and they could hear whispers that Diego couldn't even hear.

"Twenty silver coins. It was the horn of the old Thunder Lizard, obtained from the Wailing Cave, and the powder it grinded was necessary for the shamans to perform the Illusionary Ritual. The merchant replied, looking confident in his goods.

"But I think they seem to be the horns of the Thunder Lizard Cubs on the other side of the Thunder Mountains, you see, not even the Thunder Stripes have grown yet, and they are only worth five silver coins," Diego retorted, counting the number of Thunder Lizard Horns, six in all. "I can buy all these horns for this price."

Diego didn't intend to make the deal happen, in fact, he was just stalling for time. But his price made the goblins angry enough.

"You can only buy this for five silver coins." He picked up a tooth from the ground, and the gray-green color on it indicated that it was a fang.

"No, I just need these corners, and as long as the price is right, I'll buy them all." Diego said stubbornly.

"Fifteen, it can't be any lower." The goblin gritted his teeth and said, it seemed that this was his bottom line.

"Six, no matter how expensive it is, I can't afford it." Diego raised the price with difficulty.

"Let me see your face. I suspect now that you are my adversary, looking for my amusement! The goblin finally got angry, and he looked at Diego suspiciously, and shouted.

"Hey, man. That's not very proper! Diego said dissatisfied, because most of the goods that come here to shop for goods are hidden and exposed, and no one wants to show their true faces, "But if you give me a low price, I don't mind letting you take a look, anyway, there will be no shortage of meat." ”

He raised his hand. Lift the hood back.

Appearing in front of the goblin was a green-skinned troll with a pair of large fangs and a pointed nose, and his cunning yellow pupils were particularly impressive. He found out he didn't know the guy at all.

In fact, what he saw was an illusion. It was all the deceptive effect of the mask that Diego wore on his face, the name of which was the Glory of the Dark Spear, which was restrained by the troll witch doctor Herzto. A small gift that Thrall had given them a few days ago would make its wearer look like a troll, making them less visible in Orgrimmar.

The goblins breathed a sigh of relief, trolls weren't uncommon in this area, as many troll witch doctors needed all sorts of weird things to cast their spells - orc fangs, troll feet, or forsaken brains, etc., which were hard to find anywhere else.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting a little nervous." The goblin said a little frustrated, "Umi has been looking for someone to scare me more than once, and the other day he didn't know where he got a mechanical snowman and scared me half to death." ”

"It's okay, just give me a friendship price!" Diego said unmindfully.

"Okay, twelve silver coins at a minimum." The goblin made up his mind and said in a deep voice, "This is a real cost, and it can't be lower." ”

Truth be told, his sad expression almost convinced Diego that he was about to say something. But just then, the curtain of the tent next door suddenly opened, and Burks stepped out of it and walked deeper into the black market.

Masrae tugged at Diego and followed. Diego also quickly stood up.

"Alright, alright, man, six silver coins each, they're yours." Seeing that the business was about to fail, the goblins hurried to the rescue.

"Uh, okay." Diego glanced back at him, and with some tears and laughter, he touched his purse, "Pack it for me." ”

A few minutes later, when Diego reached the edge of the cave with a bundle of horns, he found Masrae waiting for him there. The latter was hiding in the shadows behind a tent and pulled him along as he passed. Diego was taken aback.

"He went inside." The Night Elf pointed to the corner of the cave wall, where there seemed to be a narrow gap in the shadows, from which a faint red light was faintly leaking.

"Oh no!" Diego couldn't help but let out a groan of pain.

"How?" Masrae asked, puzzled.

"It's the Flame Rift, a damn place full of lava and hot to death, and I don't want to go into it at all." Diego lamented. After entering the Blackstone Abyss and Onexia's lair, he had grown to a dislike for such volcanic caverns. (To be continued.) )