The Black Iron Bar, the largest entertainment venue in the Blackstone Abyss other than the Order Arena, stores almost all of the fine wines in the Dark Furnace City, and imports all kinds of fine wines from all over the world every year. The place here is spacious, the environment is clean, the service is high-quality, and it is a good place to go after tea and dinner. It is said that even the King of Dark Iron, Dagran Thorrisson, sometimes disguises himself here to have fun.

But really, it's a place you can't take lightly. There was always a lot of laughter, but when I looked around, no one looked happy. The guests here are all eyeing themselves and trying to restrain themselves. The Firefiend's repressive rule over the city has created an atmosphere of tension that borders on froze. In what is supposed to be a place of entertainment, it may only take one unintentional noise, a defiant stare or an ignorant person fearlessly picking up a glass of liquor on the counter to blow up the tension in the bar. All customers will instantly turn into your enemies, and this usually means death.

However, this rarely happens, as the security guard here is a mechanical puppet bodyguard who doesn't look easy to mess with. It's called Farax, made by the puppet commander Agmanche, product number 9527, but it's said to be a defective product, but it's good enough to dispel drunkards who want to eat an overlord meal or a drunken brawl. Bar owner Prager bought it back to let it do this, you can't expect it to do bartending, accounting and other work, but in normal times, Farax is relatively mild, and it won't cause big ~ trouble like Skynet riots.

While it's a place to be careful, there's also a lot to offer: you can buy alcohol and food here, you can sell what you don't need from vendors, and even one of the master foundries will teach you how to forge orange legendary weapons. Of course, there's a lot more you can get here. And to get all of that, you have to talk to the owner and the customers first, nothing is free.

Nervous, huh? That's right. This is the Black Iron Bar - a place where good people don't stay long.

It's not always so stressful, though, and at some point each year, the most famous music group in all of Azeroth, the Minotaur Chieftains, makes it a stop on their annual tour. At that time, it was almost the festival of the entire Dark Furnace City. It's hard for anyone who hasn't experienced that kind of scene to imagine the fiery atmosphere, and the numbers show that eighty percent of the brawls and stampedes in Darkfurnace City occur during this time period, but the Black Iron Dwarves still enjoy it.

Late that night, a secret door in the cellar on the lower floor of the tavern slowly opened. A black-bearded black-iron dwarf looked at it, then walked in. He held a torch in his left hand and a hammer in his right. He was dressed in purple-red bronze armor, which had been quenched with Demon Emperor grass juice and was brilliant in color and difficult to oxidize and fade.

He walked around the cellar, then returned to the secret door and knocked a few times. The door opened again, and a human and a Night Elf walked in through the door. A huge yellow panther followed them.

"Follow me." The dwarf whispered.

"Are you ......?" Masrae finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and couldn't help but ask.

"Roctus Impact, didn't Born Knight mention me to you?" The dwarf said lightly, glancing back at the adventurers.

"Yes, but we didn't plan to come to this place, but went straight through the Black Rock Mountain to the Burning Plains." Although it was a little embarrassing, Diego thought about it for a moment and decided to tell the truth. Although he knew everything about this black iron dwarf in his previous life, in this life, Born Knight really didn't tell him in detail about Roctus Secret Pact, but only mentioned it casually.

"He mentioned to me that the information between us is much faster than you think." Secret Covenant stopped, looked at them, and said openly, in fact, Diego had also heard in his previous life that there was some kind of secret communication channel between the members of the Brotherhood of Thorsilver, "To be honest, I really don't have any interest in knowing what you guys are doing in this hellish place, and I don't want to know if you came here out of a moment of hot-headedness, but I have to say that it is a miracle that you have survived until now, which is why I have decided to help you, who knows if you will create a greater miracle in the future?" ”

"Thank you very much for your help, we will repay you, and this is my promise to the Brotherhood of Thorsilver." Diego said sincerely that this kind of life-saving kindness is not just a matter of words, and he has indeed made up his mind to do what he can to help these exiles.

The dwarf was silent, and he stared at the human for a few seconds, as if to discern the real from the fake. His crimson eyes were as bright as coals of fire, like the heart of a suspicious man.

"You can see that you are a really good man, but you have done enough for the Thorium Brotherhood, we can't force you to do more, that's not what a real Black Iron Dwarf should do," the dwarf spoke again, his tone became respectful, containing too much emotion, to be honest, he didn't believe that anyone would be as selfless and generous as described in Born Knight's letter, "Too many Black Iron Dwarves have begun to fall, they will only be greedy and stupid to take without knowing what to reciprocate, This may be the source of our calamity. ”

"Thank you for your selfless help, but freedom, it's up to the dwarves to fight for it themselves!" He sighed, and with that, he walked up the steps leading to the upper level of the cellar.

The stairs weren't high, and Diego walked a few steps to the upper floor. Oak barrels filled with fine wine are piled up, and even the air is filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Masrae couldn't help but take a deep breath and reach out to reach for the massive barrels. But just then, a drunken voice rang out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch a finger of those barrels."

They turned their heads to see a black-bearded black-iron dwarf leaning drunkenly on a small stool in the corner, wearing a dark green waistcoat and carrying a golden wine glass. Through the blurred light, Diego could vaguely see that he seemed to be blind in one eye, and he was wearing a black blindfold on it.

Diego knew that this dwarf, his name was Holray Blackbeard, the keeper of the cellar, and that his only hobby now was wine from all over the world, having lost an eye in the war. From Dwarven Ale to Thunder Beer to Ogre's Brew, this qiē is Holray Blackbeard's favorite, but to be honest, Diego doubts that this drunkard, who is always half-drunk and half-sober, will be able to keep his mouth shut, and sooner or later this cellar will be drunk by him and bankrupt.

"Hey, hello, Blackbeard!" Roctus Dark Covenant stepped up and greeted him familiarly.

"Hey, old man, what did you get today?" The one-eyed dwarf grinned, he raised his head, his eyes widened with effort, and looked at the two strangers, but he probably didn't see anything, "I say, Roctus, when did you have such a tall relative?" ”

"See, Blackbeard, those are two ogres! This is the bodyguard I recruited from the lower level of the Blackstone Tower! Roctus said as he pointed to the deer as a horse—but Holray Blackbeard clearly did not distinguish it—and strode past the one-eyed dwarf and walked out, pinning his arms behind his back, gesturing to the adventurers to follow.

"Really? This head is really strong enough, and Prager likes this kind of big guy the most. Blackbeard reached out to touch the legendary ogre, but the alcohol was too high for him to make out where he was, and his hand was at least two distances away from the adventurers.

Roctus Dark Covenant walked to the door of the cellar and slowly pushed open a crack. A burst of boiling voices rushed in unstoppably.

Just then, they heard the sound of a hard object falling behind them, and Diego turned back to see the one-eyed dwarf's golden wine glass rolling to the ground, spilling the wine on the ground. Its owner was already leaning back in his chair and snoring loudly.

Roctus shook his head, then opened the door and walked out.

Although it was late at night, there were still a lot of drinkers sitting in the bar.

In fact, humans and Night Elves are inconspicuous here, and their entry doesn't even attract the attention of a few people. There was no shortage of guests from other races, including gnomes, goblins, orcs, and minotaurs, a hostess and even a succubus - and with the influx of Twilight cultists, the Black Iron Bar began to become a mixed bag.

Diego and Masrae followed closely behind Roctus and walked across the hall. As he entered the bar, Diego saw the tavern owner, Prager, dozing off on the bar. He wears a red robe with an apron around his chest. A somewhat worn red peaked mage hat obscured most of his face.

On the wine rack behind him was the infamous bar murder weapon. It looked like a half-broken beer bottle, but in fact, the thieves' favorite was actually made of black iron mixed with silver, but it looked inconspicuous on the outside, and the sharp, jagged stubble at the fracture caused a headache for even the best healer.

They swaggered to the back door of the bar, and Diego was stunned to see Roctus Darkche pull out the key and open the door.

"Roctus, how did you have the key here?" Diego couldn't help but ask curiously. He had been here more than once in his previous life, and he had never known that this old dwarf had a key on his body.

"I already have, isn't that weird?" The old dwarf said nonchalantly, but Diego keenly noticed that his face was turning a little red.

Diego finally realized that in his previous life, players had to go out through the back door of the bar, mostly bribing the succubus hostess with love potions, and sneaking out when she went out for a private meeting with her lover. But now, Diego knew what was going on on his heels.

Diego forced a smile and followed the old dwarf to the street behind the tavern. At this time, the streets were already empty, and there were no pedestrians, except for some red elemental creatures wandering aimlessly.

Standing in the shadow of the wall, the adventurers looked at these rare otherworldly creatures from afar. The reddened creatures looked like a human, but from the waist down to the shape of a snake's tail. Sharp bone spurs pierced through the backs of their bodies, arms, and shoulders, and looked hideous, especially on the top of his head, like two huge horns. His cheeks hung down with many octopus tentacle-like whiskers, curling and wriggling from time to time, which was creepy.

That's the fire demon. These minions of the Rock Demon Lord were sent to Dark Furnace City to monitor the actions of the Black Iron Lord to ensure that his every move was in the interests of the Flame Demon Lord. They were armed with three-pronged halberds that burned at the tip, and the blazing flames on them made it feel unbearably hot before they even got close.

"Don't look at it, those flame monsters are in trouble if they notice us." Roctus Dark said in a hurried whisper. He led the adventurers to a small room not far away. The room was empty, except for the metal cylinder in the middle of the room, which seemed to be about two meters thick and more than three meters high, and at the top was a cone that looked like an auger.