This time, they didn't go back the way they came, but continued to walk deeper into the passage. But when they came out of the cave again, Masrae was surprised to find that they were back in the circular hub hall, where they were the third hole from the right - they had only circled around the interrogation hall! To the surprise of the Night Elf, he had always thought he was going straight in the cave and didn't feel like he had made any turns. This made him smack his tongue, the architecture of the Black Iron Dwarves is truly amazing.

This time, Masrae noticed that there were many iron cages hanging above the entrances and exits of the prison passage they had just walked, most of them empty, but some of them contained prisoners. This was obviously some kind of punishment, because the cages were so small that the people inside could only curl up in a ball, and could not even lie down. Most of the prisoners were silent and motionless, and Masrae couldn't even tell if they were alive or dead.

The Night Elf felt a burst of anger, and if it weren't for the fact that he was still shouldering the sacred mission given by Lady Bai, he couldn't help but make a big fuss.

"Before you leave, you must do a big job." He thought viciously to himself. To be honest, what I have seen and heard along the way, and being able to endure until now is simply commendable for this former hot-blooded teenager.

The group left the exit and sneaked down the hall. They are much less likely to be spotted now than they were when they first came in.

The power of the dragon dung that Diego spilled had obviously not been completely eliminated, and none of those blood dogs could be seen, and even the number of dwarven guards was much smaller, and there were a few of them. There were many new clouds of blood on the ground, and the Blood Dog revolt seemed to have done unimaginable damage to the Black Iron Dwarves' guard system.

This time they entered the fourth cave on the right. Here, Diego no longer pretended, he even swaggered in the middle of the road, and the black iron dwarves who passed by ignored it, and some even waved to him.

"This is the only place in this city that doesn't restrict people of other races," Diego said to the air around him with a smile and nodding to a black iron dwarf passing by, "Almost all the races of Azeroth can be seen in the big house in front of you, and these black iron dwarves are used to it." ”

"Wow, that's cool!" The druid emerged from the air and said mockingly, "When did the Black Iron Dwarves become so enlightened?" ”

"You'll understand in a moment." Diego said profoundly.

Around the corner, Diego stopped, pointing to the darkness in the corner and motioning for Guan Haifa to take refuge.

"Stay here, Guan Haifa, hide." Diego told him that his next plan was that the big cat would not be able to play, and that he and the elf might be able to blend in, but it would not make sense to take a yellow panther with him.

Next, they continued along the road, but they didn't go far before a huge and magnificent building appeared in front of them. It is a rotunda similar to the Colosseum, except that instead of the sky, it has a thick rock dome above it.

Diego stopped at a small doorway on the outskirts of the arena, listened to the action, and then knocked rhythmically three times.

"At this time, they should be waiting for the first game to start." He explained softly to Masrae.

After a few seconds, the door was pulled open from the inside. A black iron dwarf appeared before them. The black iron dwarf looked a little older, and his hair and beard were completely white. He was dressed in a black robe with white trim and a small black round hat on top of his head.

"Why are you here? What about the jailers who escorted you? The old man grumbled, and he looked out of the room, but there was not a single guard in sight, "I must teach these stupid and lazy rammers a lesson that I will never forget—I heard that those fire demons are in need of some squires, well, I would recommend them." ”

Masrae was stunned for a moment, what is the situation? But his partners around him were obviously much quicker to react than he was.

"We're sorry, we're a little lost, and you know that this great city is too easy for newcomers to indulge in." Diego said with a slight compliment. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, as if they were supposed to be here. But he knew that the Black Iron Jailers must still be looking for the prison key. Although the loss of the key will cause them to be alarmed, there are not a few prisoners, and they will only cover up the matter. You must know that the current master of the fire demon is not so easy to talk to, and if you report it, everyone will not be able to eat and walk around. Besides, isn't there only one key, and when the shift guard comes tomorrow, wouldn't it be better to bring another spare key?

"Choose your weapons before you play." The old dwarven man pointed to a weapon rack in the corner of the room, and Diego noticed that there were some short swords, hand axes, and other weapons on it, but none of them were of good quality. However, the old man quickly noticed that the two "prisoners" were fully armed, and he had a knowing expression on his face, "Oh, I noticed that those jailers have prepared weapons and equipment for you, but this is also within the scope of the rules, but to be honest, few people can be so well equipped, it seems that they have invested heavily in you." ”

Diego felt that there was no need for him to continue lying, because this old man with strong logical thinking had made up his own brain. He closed his mouth in amusement and listened to the old man's babbling as he continued to expand his imagination.

"Play well, don't disappoint the gamblers who bet on you, or you will regret that you were born." The old dwarf said meaningfully, he turned around and pushed open the door at the other end of the room that led to the inside of the arena, "Hurry up and prepare, the audience can't wait!"

And with that, he went out through the door. Through the door, Masrae saw what appeared to be a large, empty space outside the door, and the moment the door opened, the loud voices almost roared into the room. But in the next moment, all the voices were drowned out by a loud voice, and it was clear that it was the effect of some kind of amplification spell.

“…… Those who commit crimes against the Black Iron Dwarves will receive only one punishment, and that is death. According to ancient traditions, the guilty will pay the price of blood in the arena of order against all sorts of murderous creatures from Azeroth. So far, only a handful of lucky people have survived this brutal torture......"

"What's going on?" Masrae asked, looking completely confused.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to pretend to be gladiators, the Black Iron Dwarf thinks we're prisoners sent to the arena," Diego explained with a smile, he didn't look nervous at all, "It's a good thing, and that's my intention, it will make it easier for us to move around the city, if we win." ”

"Of course we win," the Night Elf immediately turned his attention to the matter, and he said triumphantly, his face full of young pride, "We always win, don't we?" ”

Diego didn't speak, he removed the rifle from his back, pulled the bolt back and forth, and replaced it with a fully loaded magazine. In fact, he knew very well what was going to happen here, and he also knew what opponent they were going to face, and even the old man of the black iron dwarf just now, he knew everything about it.

The old man was Griston the Adjudicator, who had been known for his impartiality since the time of the King of the Mountains, Modimus Anwemar. Anwemar's death pitted the three dwarven clans against each other. Griston the Adjudicator chose to follow his king, Sorison, the King of Black Iron. He had dreamed of using his impartiality to push the Black Iron Dwarves to a strong peak, but providence made people. After the Battle of the Three Hammers, the entire Black Iron Tribe became slaves to the Fire Demon due to the stupidity of the Black Iron King. After the king's death, Griston continued his allegiance to his son, Thorrison II, Dagran Thorrison, but he saw no hope of reviving the Black Iron tribe in this young man. The current adjudicators, only when they serve as referees in the Order Arena, can they see a little bit of the powerful and prosperous scene of the Black Iron Tribe back then.

“…… Now, let's welcome these two mortal men, a human and a night elf. Darlings of Black Iron, let's shock them with the greatest enthusiasm! The adjudicator shouted passionately, trying to arouse the emotions of the audience. But the audience didn't buy it at all, they looked careless and uninterested. Truth be told, who cares about the appearance of two nobodies, any silver champion in that Arena of Order is more powerful and ferocious than they look.

Diego saw Gristone waving to him. He walked out of the room with a blank face, the Night Elf following him, but the elf boy looked a little helpless, and he waved his hand stiffly, greeting the spectators in the stands, only to be greeted with a burst of laughter.

"Okay, our challenger is obviously a bit restrained, so okay, let's start our dessert and hopefully they will surprise us." With that, Gristone walked to the preparation room. After a few minutes, all portals to the outside world were closed, except for the large, heavy black iron gate that slowly rose upwards with the sound of crunching chains.

Diego knew that this was the rule of the Arena of Order.

Before the official gladiatorial fight, the challengers must first go through two waves of testing. This is out of fairness, because most of the challenged people have played many battles in the Order Arena and are well-known, and most of their strengths and weaknesses are well known, so the challenger also has to show his own characteristics, so as not to be completely unfamiliar with the opponent and be caught off guard.

Diego could even guess that in these small rooms on the lower level of the arena, there must have been some gladiator watching their every move.

The iron gate finally reached the end, but after a while, no creatures came out of it.

All Diego could hear was a faint hissing sound inside, like the grinding sound of some kind of snake sliding on the ground.

"What's that?" Masrae had apparently heard it too, and he asked, a little confused.

"It's a burrower." Diego frowned and said, this kind of thing is not difficult to deal with, but it is troublesome. He took out a piece of inferior lapis infused with frost energy from his bag and threw it on the ground.

Digging insects are insects that live in sandy areas. Adult burrowers are about half a meter thick and can reach 12 meters in length, which is larger than the Brazilian Mori Worm. They have the ability to sense tremors and can judge slight vibrations within 60 feet. They look like a large inchworm, but the difference is that the burrower has a pair of giant jaws that can bite through trees and bite at prey. Some of the outland-dwelling burrowers are also said to have evolved six to twelve elongated legs with sharp claws. At the same time, the burrower can also perform a deadly strong acid spray on the enemy, and if you can't dodge the damage of the strong acid, it will kill the target on the spot!

Diego placed his palm lightly on the ground, sensing the movement underground. Suddenly, he jerked his head up and shouted at Masrae.

"Stand back, Masrae!"

The Night Elf's transformed panther made a swift leap and left the spot.

Just where he was standing, a large bag of sand was arched out. With a "hiss", the ground was arched. In the sand, several huge insects the thickness of buckets and three or four meters long came out of the ground. They bared their hideous teeth and lunged at the adventurers, but in the next moment, a white frost flower spread out in all directions, enveloping them in a cold mist. The insects slowed down, and their meandering movements in the sand were not as swift as they had been.

Diego couldn't help but feel like laughing. He didn't know where the Black Iron Dwarves had caught the bugs, but it was clear that the digging worms in front of him were far from juvenile, they were too small, and they weren't even old enough to learn how to spit acid.

But come to think of it, he wasn't idle under his hand. The rifle that had already been loaded roared like a thunder god, and the burrowers who had been slowed down by the frost trap were shot one after another.

The carapace of the juvenile burrower was not yet fully hardened, and it was unable to resist the penetration of rifle bullets, and as the carapace shattered, streams of dark green liquid poured out of the bugs' bodies. These insects do not have a spine, but that doesn't mean they don't have a central nervous system. After being hit, they will still die.

The bugs hissed, shivered, and rolled, and due to the nature of the insects, these digging insects would not die for a while, but it was clear that they had lost their threat.

Diego waited for a long time, and sure enough, after a few minutes, the bugs gradually quieted down and stopped shaking.

Just then, the small door to the preparation room opened again, and Gristone the Adjudicator stepped out of it.

……

Note: Hunter's trap.

It is important to note that the Hunter Trap in Azeroth is not the same as the trap on Earth from ours. Of course, traps such as traps, lassoes, traps, and poison baits on Earth also exist in the world of Azeroth, and even people who are not hunters such as farmers or lumberjacks can set and use them, but hunters have better fun and have more tricks.

But these are too tedious, too time-consuming, and too inconvenient for the professional hunters of Azeroth to carry - can you imagine a hunter carrying a string of traps on his back to fight an enemy? They are more adept at using various spell traps to deal with enemies, such as explosion traps, frost traps, and so on. They infuse different elemental energies into a variety of carriers - of course, the carriers are not fixed, but hunters generally prefer to use stable and strong gems - and detonate them when needed. There are generally two types of initiation, active and passive. The passive type throws a trap on the ground and triggers automatically when the enemy approaches a certain distance, while the active type relies on the induction between the hunter and the trap.

Functionally speaking, there are generally five kinds of hunter's traps, namely frost traps, freeze traps, explosion traps, sacrificial traps and viper traps (the last use of this trap should be set according to the method on the earth, hoho~)

Of course, hunters generally try to use the worst gems or even ores with a small amount of gem content as trap carriers. Although gems are much cheaper in the world of Azeroth, as consumables, they are used too much, and no one can afford to consume them.

Welcome to the majority of book friends to come and read, the latest, fastest, and hottest serialized works are all here!