Passing through Crystal Canyon, they continue south. When they climbed over the towering mountains on the south side of Crystal Canyon, they suddenly saw that the trees on the top of the mountain were not so impermeable, which made their vision wider, and from where they stood, they looked around, the reckless primeval forest was like a vast sea, rolling and magnificent. No matter which direction you look, you can't see the edge of this green sea.

They stayed on the top of the mountain for a while, enjoying the coolness and comfort of the mountain breeze blowing through their hair and faces. From here, there is no sign of any biological activity, as no man-made structure can break through the encirclement of these towering trees and emerge from the forest.

But the Night Elves' eyes were far sharper than humans', and suddenly, Masrae cried out at a loud voice.

"There! Look over there, what's that? ”

Following his direction, Diego saw a huge circular structure standing in the middle of the forest on the west side of the mountain range, like an island breaking through the water.

The building is entirely made of yellow marble, with columns and massive arches that rise above the façade, and above it is a canopy made of red animal skins raised by wooden beams, a blood-colored hue against the dim sky.

"It's the Cuba Rush Arena." Diego muttered.

"Wow......" Masrae couldn't help but have a yearning look on his face. The arena was famous throughout Azeroth, and even the Night Elves of Teldashir had heard of its name.

This is the most intact building from the era of the Gugulash Troll Empire, and unlike other dilapidated troll ruins, this arena that can accommodate tens of thousands of people has survived thousands of years of weathering and has retained most of its functions. However, the ownership of this building no longer belongs to the trolls, but is occupied by a group of goblins from the Hot Sand Group.

These business-gifted green-skinned dwarves carry forward the historic role of the site, organizing bloody gladiatorial battles one after another to earn money from tickets. In fact, it's not just the Cuba Rush Arena. Almost all of Azeroth's gladiatorial arenas, legal or illegal; Whether it's in Orgrimmar or Stormwind; Whether it's on the surface. It's still underground, mostly opened by goblins. And even more lucrative than tickets is gambling, and the goblins make a lot of money almost every time they set up a game for each fight.

Both men were eager to go to the Cubarush Arena to open their eyes, but it was impossible, and they had more important things to do. After admiring the majestic momentum of this ancient building from afar. The two of them set out on the southbound road again.

There are no roads in the primeval forests here, and the two of them climb and turn between the mountains, and make it difficult to go south along the mountains. Thankfully, with the druid's friendly nature spells, they didn't need to wield a knife to carve a way through the forest.

On the third day, however, when Masrae found a mountain pass between the mountains that crossed the entire length of the mountain range and led to the eastern coast, the qiē became better.

It is said to be a mountain pass, but it is actually a canyon that is not very long. Unlike the rainforests of most parts of the Valley of Thorns, the vegetation in the canyon is not abundant, and there are few large trees that shade the sky. This may have something to do with the sea breeze blowing from the east. The two men lifted the vines hanging from their heads and headed for the eastern exit of the canyon.

After walking for an hour, the cliffs on both sides of the canyon gradually became gentle, and the moment they walked out of the canyon, through the gap in the forest, the scene of a tropical beach suddenly met their eyes.

Although Diego never dared to imagine how picturesque it would be, when he actually saw the beach, Diego couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. With its blue skies, wide and beautiful beaches, its flawless white sand, its emerald waters, its tall and straight coconut palms, and the occasional howl of wild beasts in the jungle behind him, Diego would have suspected that he had arrived at one of the famous resorts of his previous life.

This caused Diego to feel a lot of guilt about what he was going to do next. Because in such a quiet and peaceful place, it is always a bit unpleasant to kill people and set fires.

They walked a few steps further into the jungle and found that it was not completely flat, as it was on the back of a low, sheltered sand dune. Diego saw the ruins of Abolaz, where they had their destination.

From their vantage point, they could only see the ruins rising above the dunes, but even that gave them a rough idea.

Compared to the well-preserved Arena of Gugulas, Abolaz is a veritable ruin, rotten only a pile of dilapidated ruins. It is covered with a thick layer of moss and looks colorful. Troll runes and motifs can be seen on some of the remaining stone walls and statues, most of which are heavy and tall, but whose lower parts have been buried by sea sand over the millennia.

Standing at the edge of the woodland, Diego looked at the sky and then at the unobstructed stretch of sand between them and the dunes.

"We'd better come back in the evening." He whispered.

They retreated back into the forest, quietly preparing for battle. Diego carefully examined his musket, dismantled it, carefully oiled it, wiped it down, and finally reassembled it, calibrated and adjusted it until it was impeccable. And that's not all, he checks the location of his backpack, hand axe, and various magazines over and over again to make sure he can get them in the shortest amount of time when he needs them.

He was just busy like he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the night elves on the side were dizzy. Fortunately, Masrae didn't take long, because it was already getting close to evening, and it didn't take long for it to get dark. Instead of making a fire, they took out the dry food and ate it.

But Diego didn't feel hungry at all, he couldn't eat anything - he couldn't help but feel inexplicable excitement at the thought of imminent revenge. But he forced himself to eat a few slices of bacon and a piece of cornbread.

When it was completely dark, the two of them silently packed up their belongings, walked out of the dense forest, and touched in the direction of the sand dunes.

The night is dark and kills nights. The sky was cloudy, and there was not a single shadow of the White Lady and the Blue Child. The lewd rain that has lasted for more than half a month has no intention of stopping, and there are still fine rains everywhere.

There was silence on the beach, except for the sound of waves washing over the shore. They crept under the dunes and climbed up the slope.

But it didn't take long to climb before the accident happened.

"Damn, there's something down there." Masrae, who had turned into a cheetah, suddenly shouted in a low voice. He spun around and leaped backwards, only to fall to the ground with a thud as soon as he jumped off the ground.

Through the spell energy goggles, Diego saw a withered arm ripped out from beneath the sand, the end claw still clutching one of the big cat's hind legs.

Diego didn't shoot, considering that this was a night attack, and the Death Gaze was loaded with shotguns, and now it was easy to hit the big cat, and the bayonet was good for thrusting, but it was not suitable for this kind of situation that required chopping. He took his axe from the holster in his crotch, pounced on it and slashed it down with a fierce axe.

The arm snapped and was split in two. However, at the moment when the arm was severed, a shriveled corpse sat up from under the sand. A terrible wail erupted from its throat, and the sound shook all over the world.

The sound didn't last for a few seconds before it stopped abruptly - Diego swung his axe and cut off its head up to its neck. But the damage had already been done - there was a shout from the side of the ruins, followed by the sound of a crowd running wildly. Well, the night raid has now turned into a storm.

"Follow me!" Diego spat out the grains of sand that had reached his mouth and crawled towards the top of the dune. (To be continued.) )