After a day and a night of walking through the Burning Plains, Browl and Valilla began to question the landscape and its strange climate. Because, in this plain, you can hardly see night and morning, it is like hell, the heat is constantly rising from the ground, the sky is always a fiery red color, and the air is filled with the smell of sulfur. Even after the sun goes down, you can still feel the steaming heat on the ground, and even at night, the earth is reflected in the fiery red sky, and you don't even need torches and oil lamps to light up the light of the dark red.

"Everything here is terrible, it smells of death, and there isn't even a tree."

Broll. Bearskin grumbled. Before he was imprisoned in the arena, he had been living in the forest, accustomed to the moonlight and the forest. The sight left the Night Elf in shock and discomfort.

"The earth is wounded, and it takes nearly a hundred years to heal."

He continued.

"No, a hundred years is not enough. Millennial is about the same. ”

Ares replied cruelly.

"Okay, okay, tell me, how did this land come to be like this?"

Broll continued to ask curiously.

"The Lord of the Fire Demons. Two hundred years ago, the dwarves of Ironforge broke out in the War of the Three Hammers, and the Black Iron Dwarven King Thoresen desperately summoned the powerful creatures of the earth in order to win, that is, Ragnaros, the king of the fire demons. When the Fire Demon King was summoned, an active volcano rose from the continent. It's the Blackstone Tower. ”

Ares took the trouble to explain. It was as if he knew this history better than the dwarves.

"The lust for power killed the dwarves."

Brower immediately concluded.

"Not all dwarves, antlers, my people don't do that. We still live by the traditions of the King of the Mountains. ”

The dwarven warrior Arrin on the side immediately retorted.

"Ares, come with me to see the statue of Lothar."

Varian suddenly suggested.

"The giant statue of Lothar?"

"Yes."

Varian replied, his gaze filled with painful remembrance. As Ryan. During the First Orc War, the young Varian witnessed the destruction of his homeland Stormwind, and Ser Lothar stepped up to lead the Stormwind army to resist the orc invasion and protect the refugees as they traveled north to seek refuge in the other six nations. Lothar's actions left the seeds of worship in the heart of the young Varian at that time. So much so that when his only son was born, Varian named his son after Lothar.

"But before we left, Magni told us to get around the Blackstone Tower."

Despite knowing Varian's complex, Ares still opposes him. Reason told him not to venture past the Blackstone Tower, even if Magni didn't say why. But Ares knew that if even Magni was worried, it would be terrible.

"The statue of Lothar is still some distance from the Blackstone Tower."

Varian retorted.

"This ......"

"No, Your Majesty Varian, although I have no right to oppose your decision, I advise you not to take risks, a terrible force is surging in the Blackstone Tower. With the power of you and me mortals, it is impossible to resist. ”

Just when Ares didn't know how to resolve the embarrassment, the dwarven warrior Arlin. Gondoris stepped forward. His words made Ares understand something in an instant.

"You mean Ragnaros is waking up?"

Ares asked.

"I didn't say that, you said it."

Yarlin said with an "innocent" face.

Well, no wonder Magni is reluctant to tell the truth. Varian, I guess we'd better take a detour, there's no need to cause that unnecessary trouble. There's a whole bunch of business waiting for us in Stormwind. ”

Ares shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Alas......"

Varian let out a heavy sigh.

At night, around the campfire, the firelight reflected Ares' slightly vicissitudes of life. It is the vicissitudes and maturity that are not comparable to age. As Valera said - he is more like a warrior, a warrior who has been through a lot, but prefers to keep the story in his heart. At this moment, Ares is only thinking about himself and Gianna, and the future of Prince Prodmore.

Those mountain alliances and sea oaths are so fragile and powerless in the face of time. The seven-year itch, let alone seven years, is only four years now, and the gap between himself and Gianna cannot be resolved. After Dalin's death, she resolutely chose to stay in Karimdor. And he can't give up Lordaeron.

There are countless others waiting to be saved, as well as the warriors and paladins left behind by Silver Dawn in the Chapel of Light's Wish, all waiting for the return of the Ember Bringer. This may be fate, and since the moment he held the Ember Bringer, his fate has been linked to this sword.

"Hey, here's the food."

A call from the dwarf Arrin disrupted everyone's thoughts. I saw a pile of food in his arms, all of which were picked up during the day. There was no water source in the Burning Plains, so the water that everyone carried with them became a very valuable resource. They can't be wasted at will. Therefore, if you can eat without water, try not to use it as much as possible. The easiest and most effective way to cook is grilling. Once it's roasted alive, it's ready to eat.

It's just that from this big basin, the food that everyone sees the most is lava crabs...... A crab with a very hard carapace and a violent nature. It has a similar appearance to a spider, and although it looks like there is fat crab meat inside, the problem is that this guy is naturally resistant to high temperatures, and even if he swims in the River of Fire, the surface of his body will not be damaged. Dealing with this ingredient, everyone immediately frowned.

Jean even accuses the dwarves of being stupid.

"What's wrong to find, find a lot of lava crabs, don't you know that they can't be burned through, can't be cooked?"

The Wolf King questioned dissatisfiedly. Although it can eat these crabs raw, it is not good to act like a beast in front of Varian and the others.

"you, how long have I been living here, and you've only been here for a few days? In addition to the various spiders and crabs in this plain, can you find a second food? ”

Yarlin retorted unhappily. Jean was speechless. Indeed, he was unfamiliar with this place......

"It's hard to burn through, but there's definitely a way. Otherwise, how would the travelers and those adventurers solve the problem of food and clothing when they cross this plain? I don't believe they live on dry food for a month. ”

Varian picked up one of the lava crabs and began to study it.

It's just that I didn't find the trick for half a day.

"Come, give it to me, I know."

At this point, Ares spoke up. Suspiciously, Arrin handed a trumpet of lava crabs to Ares. Its pair of pincers were tightly tied, similar to the hairy crabs that Ares had seen in his previous life. It's just that the smallest lava crab here is twice the size of the hairy crab.

But the method of killing crabs is universal......

"Valeera, borrow your dagger."

As she spoke, Valeera, the Blood Elf thief on the side, took the sharp dagger from her waist and handed it to Ares. I saw Ares holding a dagger in full view of everyone, and poked his sword into the big mouth of the lava crab. Then he rubbed the hilt back and forth a few times until the lava crab was completely dead.

Then, he stabbed the lava crab into the abdomen with a knife, and through the gap, the soft shell of the lava crab's abdomen was completely removed. In this way, the lava crab, which was stubborn and alive at the last moment, was cruelly divided into two parts at this moment. The crab paste in the body even has a hot hand temperature.

Ares threw away the bulky shell, then handed it to the dwarf, saying—

"Take it, skewer it on the shelf."