On a clear morning, Diego and Masrae Bearskin left the outpost. Such weather is rare in the scorching canyons, where the sky is always covered with a thick layer of volcanic ash and the entire sky is red with lava.

At parting, Diego accepted the musket presented by Jack Rock Leg, the rate of fire of this musket was still some way from what he had requested, but that didn't prevent him from adding this beautiful dwarven musket to his collection, anyway, there was room in the demon cloth bag, didn't it?

"May your beard always be luxuriant!" He gave his last blessing to Jack Rock Leg Road, who came to see him off. The other dwarves didn't come, and to be honest, these men who were as hard as black iron never thought that a tearful send-off was something a black iron dwarf should do.

Diego carried a letter from Kotaz Blackhammer to Beauennet, the great blacksmith of the Thorin Tower. As the apprentice of the Great Blacksmith, Black Hammer can now learn with "Aznar's Cuisine", and he thinks it is necessary to give his teacher a message.

Although the Thorin Watchtower wasn't on their way to Blackstone Mountain, Diego felt the need to make a trip. Ever since he had seen the bullets of the Black Iron Dwarves in that ambush, he couldn't wait to try out one of his plans. He was confident that the Thorsilver Brotherhood's base in the Scorching Gorge would help him with this plan with the master dwarven craftsmen of the Thorsilver Watchtower, who had mastered nearly all of Azeroth's most cutting-edge crafting techniques.

But before that, he decided to give the Thorium Brotherhood a big gift.

They headed west, along the northern edge of the Great Rift Valley, which stretched almost all of the scorching Canyon. This rift valley only appeared three hundred years ago - the appearance of the fire demon Ragnaros tore through the earth of the scorching canyon, forming the great rift valley that separates the north and the south. Rolling lava rushes like a river into the large and small ravines of this huge rift, becoming a breeding ground for fire elemental life.

In fact, there are many theories about where Ragnaros came from, but the authoritative theory is that the Titan Gods, after defeating and sealing the Elder Gods at the beginning of the world, banished their minions, the four Elemental Lords, to the Elemental Plane. Beneath the earth and the ocean, deep in the heart of the earth, lies a world of flames and ashes - the fire elemental realm, which is home to all fire elementals. That's where the Flame Lord Ragnaros comes from.

At the command of the Firefiend, the fallen Black Iron Dwarves and their slaves (Copperbeard Dwarves, Gnolls, and some ogres) dig through the Great Rift with shovels and pickaxes. Diego didn't know what the Black Iron Dwarves were digging for, and there had been speculation that they might be relics of the Titans or the Elder Gods, but no one could be sure. Looking down from the edge of the rift, you can see the scaffolding erected by the Black Iron Dwarves and the dense minecart tracks. The Black Iron Dwarves are busy like ants.

The Night Elf Masrae Bearskin felt sorry for the shattered land more than once, and as a druid, he could feel the pain of the torn land, and the pain of this tormented and dying land was almost relatable to him. This made him hate the Fire Elemental Lord Ragnaros even more, and he hated the fallen Black Iron Dwarves who should have been condemned for summoning the Fire Demons. Like a child, he transforms into a giant bear and rolls huge rocks down the rift, smashing the scaffolding of the Black Iron Dwarves and the minecart tracks to pieces.

This childish venting made Diego cry and laugh a little, but the Black Iron Dwarves didn't arrange a guard on the cliffs of the Rift, so he let the bear children mess around. Could it be that after being enslaved by the Fire Elemental Lord, the IQ of the Black Iron Dwarves has also decreased overall? He couldn't figure it out.

Two people trek through the red sandstone streaked with volcanic ash. They couldn't see any currents, and they couldn't see any living creatures except for one or two wandering lava spiders. There is no vegetation here, and it looks lifeless at all, and even if you occasionally touch a few dry scorched trees, it only adds a bit of desolation to the place. This makes them feel very depressed.

Time passed in this boring journey, and they came to the point near the western part of the Great Rift Valley. From a distance, they could already see towering pylons scattered across the field, and beneath that were bottomless shafts that stretched down to the melting pot deep above the surface. Here, the Black Iron Dwarves finally realized the importance of vigilance. Many Black Iron Dwarf patrols were sent out to guard against enemy destruction - if you dropped something from the skylights of these furnaces, it would be a big deal, much more than smashing a few scaffolds and mine rails. In fact, the Thorain Brotherhood has done this a few times, causing great damage.

The Melting Pot is a huge underground mine that was stored here before the Firedemon Ragnaros was summoned. The creator of the megalithic dam at Rockmodan, the master genius Frank Ron Cast Iron, designed this ancient structure in the northern part of the Scorching Canyon. Thanks to his design, this large, solid underground structure was not destroyed by the cataclysm that occurred three hundred years ago. But now, the massive cavern has been exploited by the fallen Black Iron Dwarves, who continue to dig inside. The greedy ones who unleashed Ragnaros from the depths of the earth still have no reverence for Mother Earth, and they are endlessly demanding from the earth without knowing anything in return.

Heavy battle golems made of black iron roamed the field, they were about four meters tall, and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard almost for miles. But they didn't wander aimlessly, some of the Black Iron Dwarves followed them, and it seemed that they must have a way to control these big guys.

There is no vegetation in this desolate land, there is no place to hide your body. The adventurers had to wait until it was completely dark before acting. But truth be told, there is almost no day or night in the Scorching Canyon, and its skies are red at night, with reddish hot lava replacing the sun.

However, the change in the light source facilitated the two intruders. Lava obviously can't be as far-reaching as sunlight. Behind the undulating slopes of earth there are continuous shadows, and by the cover of these shadows, they are like fish in water between light and darkness.

They eventually came to a halt under one of the pylons in the far northwest. As close to the Thorium Tower, the pylon had been abandoned by the fallen Black Iron Dwarves after several attacks by the Thorium Brotherhood, and the craftsmen of the Thor Silver Brotherhood knew how to paralyze the facilities to the fullest. From his pre-time memories, Diego knew that there was an abandoned corner below, and that few Black Iron Dwarves would pass through it—a secret that belonged to him alone, even to the Thorium Brotherhood. There are many more such secrets, and Diego is confident that no one is more familiar with this world than he is.

Standing on the edge of the square well, Masrae bent down and looked down, there was a black hole below, and he couldn't see anything, he could only see a faint fiery red, which was the color of magma. A hot wind filled with the smell of sulfur rushed up from below, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

"Are you sure we're going down from here? It looks like an abyss down there," he looked up in horror and looked at Diego in horror, "There can't really be a demon down there, right?" ”

"It's not as deep as it seems, Masrae, there won't be demons down there, there will be some fallen Black Iron Dwarves down there at most, and if we're lucky enough, we'll encounter a few fire elemental ......" Diego patiently persuaded him, although with his familiarity with this place, Diego believed that he could do it on his own, but if someone helped, the problem would be much easier.

However, Masrae still looked a little cringe, and to be honest, what he had just seen really scared him.

"Hey, Diego, why are we going down?" It was only then that Masrae remembered that he had always done what Diego said. He frowned at the mouth of the well, the mouth of the black hole looked like the mouth of a giant dragon, ready to devour their lives.

"Kill someone, foreman Mattorius, he's a traitor to the Brotherhood of Thorsilver." Diego explained lightly, "Don't panic, it's not as hard as you think. ”

They were about to kill the foreman of the Pool of Molten Slag below, Mattorius, who had once been a spy for the Thor Silver Brotherhood in the Melting Pot, but now the traitor had betrayed his organization and become the commander of the corrupted Black Iron Dwarves in the Melting Pot - or perhaps he was a spy for the Firefiend in the Brotherhood. Either way, this guy is dead - no matter what the organization, they may forgive the enemy, but they will never forgive the traitor. Diego knew that the Brotherhood members of the Thorylin Tower would be happy to see the traitor's head.

"Why should we kill him?" The Night Elf asked.

"To deepen the friendship with the Thorsilver Brotherhood."

"Aren't we already on good terms with Jack Rockleg?"

"No, it's not enough, we need their help." Diego told the truth that in order to realize his plan, he needed the full support of the Thorain Brotherhood, and that a mere friendly attitude would not do, and that, according to the pre-time statement, would at least be revered by prestige.

"Is it good enough to be enough?" Masrae continued to stalk, and to be honest, he didn't resist going down the well at all.

"Enough to drink a lot of good wine!" Diego said impatiently, trying to keep himself from kicking the words.

"Well, you won, man, you should have said this earlier." The Night Elf wiped his saliva and grumbled. Truth be told, rappelling was as easy as drinking water for a Night Elf, who took the ring from Diego and fastened it to the rope, then jumped down.

"Guan Haifa, you stay here to protect the rope, and if someone comes, kill him." Diego turned and commanded the yellow leopard.

He was pleased to see that the latter took a few steps back obediently, and disappeared into the shadows of several wooden boxes, as if there had never been a zài.

At that moment, he felt the taut rope loosen suddenly, and Masrae appeared to have fallen to the ground. Immediately after, the rope shook twice, this is a common code for adventurers, and the Night Elves should be safe down there.

"Okay, it's my turn." Diego said to himself, he also snapped the clasp to the rope and jumped.

Jumping into the dark mine from the dark night with lava baking, the contrast of light made him dizzy for a while, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the mine was not completely dark, the space here was very large, it looked like a huge dome, and under the ground in the distance, there was a faint light from the lava. It was the lava flow of the pool of slag, sometimes red, sometimes dimly retreating into the darkness, like a tidal wave.

Diego tightened the rope with both hands to slow his descent.

After about a dozen seconds, he felt like he had stepped on something. He let go of the buckle and felt around to find himself in an abandoned minecart, and he touched the rust in his hand.

He flipped out of the minecart as carefully as he could, to avoid making a sound. The space here is narrow, about two meters wide, and the rock wall at the corner glows with a faint red light in the distance. He vaguely saw a vague shadow looking out about three meters in front of him.

He took a few steps forward and saw that Masrae Bearskin was still in his human form, which was deliberate, and if he had changed into cheetah form, Diego would not have been able to find him.

He stopped beside Masrae and looked out.

The red of the lava flow enveloped the place after a few refractions, and through these dim glows, Diego saw that the space outside the meadow was so large that it looked almost the size of a small square. Miraculously, instead of the countless logs and planks used to support the dome like other mines, the rock itself supports the entire dome. Not a single beam or column can be seen in the entire underground mine, which is truly a great miracle in the history of architecture.

But the fallen Black Iron Dwarves don't seem to have taken care of this miracle, and the mine is littered with broken ore and rock, several large and small machines of different shapes are scattered throughout the mine, and many slave laborers are busy toiling. They dig in the surrounding rock walls, then transport the excavated ore to the middle of the mine to be crushed, and the crushed ore is loaded into the feed hopper of the machine, where it is ground and screened.

Looking at these ant-like black shadows, Diego suddenly noticed a problem, in this light environment, the night elves with a shimmering vision can see clearly, and the black iron dwarves with dark vision can also see clearly, but Diego can't see clearly, he can't even aim with a bow. The target twenty meters away seemed to him to be a vague shadow, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to hit the deadly part of the target.

This was beyond his expectations, and the experience before the crossing had once again deceived him. He was fully aware that this was a real world, not a game. The experience before the time travel can give him the ability to foresee, but it also always brings him unexpected trouble.

"Where are we going?" At this moment, the Night Elf asked impatiently. It wasn't a nice place, and he didn't like it at all—the stench of sulfur filled the air, and the cave was filled with the low roar of the black iron dwarf's excavator running, which rattled people's ears. All of the qiē are not to the liking of the Night Elves.

"On the left, this side is farther away from the pool of slag, which is more conducive to stealth." Diego replied by pointing to the rock wall to the left, which did look darker.

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Note: Well, this, about the elemental plane, I have checked the information for a long time, and finally found the most authoritative and official explanation, I put it in the work related.

According to the White Rabbit, the Elemental Plane is a parallel or even overlapping plane with Azeroth. "The five evil Elder Gods were imprisoned in an underground prison far from the ground, and the elemental beings lost the power of the Elder Gods and could not maintain their form in the real world, and soon they all came to naught, dissolving into the earth, the sea, and the sky." - The Elder Gods and the Order of Azeroth.

The Elemental Plane is closely related to Azeroth, and in some ways we can even understand it as a part of Azeroth - the air realm coincides with Azeroth's atmosphere, the earth realm coincides with Azeroth's land, the water realm coincides with Azeroth's ocean, and the fire realm coincides with Azeroth's core. Whenever the Elemental Lords are active, they can always influence Azeroth, causing immeasurable disasters.

But, to be honest, I'm not sure if I'm understanding it correctly - my knowledge of planes is scummy, you can see for yourself.