Diego and Masrae quickly jumped into the job, reluctant or unwilling?.? Dezko wasn't with them, and the sound of the minotaur's hooves could be heard for kilometers away, and it wasn't the material for the job.

As the sky grew darker, the sun began to sink under the mountains, and the people who had been hiding from the scorching sun for a day began to get busy, and for the inhabitants of Orgrimmar, it was the beginning of the afternoon. The streets began to see more and more pedestrians.

"Hmph, a human and a night elf, it's not too conspicuous in Orgrimmar." Hiding under the hooded robe, Diego couldn't help but complain. The thick and heavy robes were impermeable, and he felt thirstier than a fish stranded on the sand.

"Shhhh Masrae, who was dressed like him, whispered. The Night Elves were much more interested in stalking than he was, and even though they had been staring at Berks for two days, Masrae still enjoyed it.

"Come on, man, everyone in the Dark Alley is pretty much the same as us, hiding their heads and tails, and no one cares what you're going to do." Diego said nonchalantly. He pulled out a tin pitcher and took a few sips, and while the Dark Alley was cooler than the rest of Orgrimmar, it still felt unbearably hot for him.

Strange to say, Berks has been on the line at two o'clock these days, barracks - dwellings, dwellings - barracks, life is simpler than that of ascetics, even the tavern that the orcs like to go to the most has not been. The only thing that is suspicious is that he passes by the dark alley every day when he goes home, but he never stays, and he never even enters the shop on the side of the road.'

"Hurry up, Diego." Masrae urged softly, and Berks had been turning the corner for a while, and if he didn't follow, he would be lost.

They hurried to the corner and pretended to glance over the corner, but they didn't see Burks at all! It was as if the orc had vanished into thin air. It's gone!

"Hey, it's all your fault, man, and voila. We finally managed to lose him! I said earlier that I should keep up with it. Masrae grumbled dissatisfiedly. Behind the corner is a long straight road, and if you follow closer, you won't lose it.

"If that were the case, we would have been revealed." Diego disagreed, "And we're not necessarily lost now." ”

He took a few steps forward and stopped behind an acacia tree. He turned his head to look around, and there were people on the street, but no one noticed it.

"Take that mask out and put it on, it's time for them to wield." He whispered, then pulled a troll-style wooden mask from his bag and placed it over his face.

Masrae took out an identical mask and fastened it to his head. No one could see that under the thick hood, their appearance had completely changed, and even their figures had become slender. His arms were almost up to his knees, and his back was stiff.

"Let's go now.'" Diego whispered. But the voice coming from under the hood sounded muffled and heavy, like a reflection from a cave, but Masrae understood him.

They walked a little further, stopping in the middle of the straight. The low-lying terrain was so waterlogged that even the black-market traders who were accustomed to seeing the cracks did not set up shop here, revealing a large area of potholed rock faces.

"Why did you stop?" Masrae, anxious to catch up with Burks, said with some impatience. His voice sounded different and thicker than before.

"Don't you feel a little different here?" Diego said.

"I don't see anything different." Masrae said disapprehantly. But he suddenly closed his mouth. With some caution, he reached out and felt his hand towards the rough rock wall. In his perception, there should be nothingness.

There's only one reason for this qiē - someone cast an enchantment there. The power of the enchantment is not strong, and it seems to only function as an illusion. It can't be too strong, otherwise any caster can sense its energy fluctuations from a hundred meters away.

Masrae watched as his fingertips slowly sank into the rock, as if it were not a rock, but a layer of water, and then the palms of his fingers ...... until half of his arm was in it. He stopped, slowly withdrawing his hand.

"Wow, that's ......," Masrae exclaimed in amazement, turning his head to look at Diego, "Can we go in?" ”

"Of course, it's open here, for those who know about it." Diego said with a smile, and then walked in first, disappearing behind the rock face as if through an invisible wall.

Masrae glanced around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he hurriedly followed.

In front of him was a tall cave, three or four meters high, and a burning brazier could be seen every few minutes, making it not look dim. Diego was standing a few meters in front of him at the moment.

"Welcome to the Shadow Rift!" He said with a smile.

"Wow, it's hard to imagine that Orgrimmar has such a secret place," Masrae looked around, "what kind of place is this?" ”

"Follow me, you'll find out in a moment." Diego replied, turning around and walking deeper into the cave.

"It's unbelievable that there are no sentry posts here, and aren't they—I mean the owner of this place—worried about being revealed?" After walking for a while, Masrae couldn't help but ask.

"There's no owner here," Diego explained, "and the people here are self-congregated, there's no manager or anything like that, it's a lawless underground world to be precise." ”

"Does Thrall know this place?" Masrae asked, as if suddenly remembering something.

"Of course, this is his city," Diego said, "and if the Fireblade Clan has a stronghold in Orgrimmar, then they must be here. ”

"If he knows that this is a place of filth and filth, then why would he allow it to be stored?" Masrae asked, puzzled. For the Night Elves, there is a clear distinction between good and evil, black is black, white is white, in the elven city of Darnassus, there is never any black market or anything like that, all illegal businesses have no place in that place.

"He needs to know where to find him when he's looking for someone, like now." "And for Orgrimmar, who is short on supplies, it does take some way to get something scarce. ”

They had been walking in the cave for about ten minutes, and when Masrae wondered if he would have to walk for so long, it suddenly dawned before them, and a huge underground space appeared in front of them.

The cave was the size of half a football field, and from where they stood, there was a ramp that sloped downward, and at the end of the ramp, there were dozens of orc-style tents of all sizes, scattered and cluttered, and some customer-like guys were shuttling between the tents, most of them were tightly wrapped, some of them were tighter than Diego's, and they didn't look serious.

"He's over there." Masrae stabbed Diego lightly and said. Following his gaze, Burks was walking towards a tent in the depths of the cavern, and he was now wearing a cloak on his body, which he really wouldn't have seen if it weren't for the fact that Masrae had quietly glued a xanthus behind him to sense.