Emerging from the interrogation room, the adventurers turned back to the Hub Hall, this time entering the first cave on the right.

Unlike the neat interrogation chambers of the Rule, the cave is much rougher and remains as it was when it was first excavated. On both sides of the cavern were carved many large and small cells, which were so well done that some of them were not even square inside, and the smallest ones were barely a groove in the wall, strictly speaking. The uneven ground and the sharp and jagged stone walls show the simplicity and roughness of this place everywhere. It can be seen that the Black Iron Dwarves have no intention of creating a comfortable environment for the prisoners. The only thing that is the same is that most of these cells are fitted with sturdy iron doors, which even the strongest ogres cannot open.

This is where almost all the prisoners captured by the Black Iron Dwarves are held. From dwarves to orcs, ogres to humans, any creature that trespasses into Blackstone Mountain without permission will be imprisoned here. Sometimes, those of the Black Iron Dwarves who rebelled against the rule of the Firedemons were also imprisoned.

There aren't as many guards in this huge prison as one might think. Because the Black Iron Dwarves believe that the guards here are strong enough.

Many years ago, in the process of digging into the Abyss of Blackstone, a huge earth element, Lokauer, was discovered, and soon the Black Iron Dwarves realized that it was a powerful creature. They took great pains to imprison it, and then the seven Black Iron Elders restrained it with spells, and Lokauer was sent to patrol the prison in the outer city, and any prisoner who tried to escape from it was subjected to Lokauer's rocky punch.

However, the IQ of this earth element is obviously a hard injury, and it completely ignores the six relatives when it fights with the intruders. This is the painful lesson of the Black Iron Dwarves from the countless mistaken injuries, but it is difficult to tell if these accidental injuries are intentionally caused by Lokauer, and anyone can see that this earth elemental does not have even the slightest favor for the Black Iron Dwarves who enslave them.

However, for the intruders, the reduction of the Black Iron Jailers is definitely good news. All they had to do was avoid the earth elemental.

Diego and Masrae were still about Haifa lurking quietly around a corner of the cavern, listening to the sound of Lokauer's loud and rumbling footsteps fading away.

"This way." Diego pointed to the left of the cave and said, in the dim light of the torches, barely able to see that there was a solitary cell about fifty yards away from them. It was the only cell in the area that did not have an iron door, and in fact, it was not used to hold prisoners.

As the group reached the door of the cell, Masrae's transformed panther shrugged his nose and looked back at Diego suspiciously.

"Are you sure we're going into this place? It doesn't smell very good. He said hesitantly.

"That's right, Masrae, there's what we're looking for."

"Well, I hope you're right." Masrae said helplessly, he thought about it, but changed back into human form - the smell here was too lethal to the cheetah's keen sense of smell.

Diego was the first to step in. But his shoulders shook uncontrollably, which made Masrae suspect he was being teased.

The room was not big, about two steps square. In the center of the room there is a deep pit in the shape of a strip, and the black hole is bottomless. The floor of the room was littered with scraps of paper, strips of cloth, and the like. A foul smell filled the room.

It's a toilet. This was Masrae's first instinct when he came in. And when he looked at Diego in disbelief, the latter nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it's a toilet, but I didn't say what we're looking for won't be in a toilet." Diego said, crouching on the ground, using his bayonet to scratch through the mess of paper on the ground.

"You're disgusting, Diego, it's hard to believe I've been with such a disgusting person for so long." Masrae said dissatisfied, still looking haunted by the heinous incident that had happened.

"That's my pleasure, Mr. Masrae." Diego said sarcastically, as if he had finally found something. Curious, Masrae leaned in and saw that it was a palm-sized note, covered in yellow stains.

Diego pinched the edge of the note with his index finger and thumb, and carefully handed it to Masrae, looking like he was afraid of getting his hands dirty.

"Put this thing away, boy, this is the key to saving the marshal." He said seriously.

"If you dare to lie to me, human, I will make your own lies unforgettable." The Night Elf gritted his teeth and took the note, swearing by a curse.

He pulled a small bag out of his pocket and slipped the note into it in disgust. He looked like he was about to reach the limit of his patience, and after doing this, he almost flew away.

They continued along the almost endless cavern, surrounded by a deathly silence. There was no one to talk or make trouble in each cell, as if they were empty, but Diego and Masrae knew in their hearts that every cell here was full.

There was an air of desperation, and the prisoners weren't even interested in standing up and looking through the bars to see who was walking outside. Eventually, they stopped in front of a cell. The cell looked no different from its neighbors, and it would have been difficult for them to find it among the hundreds of cells if it weren't for Diego's experience in his previous life.

Diego fumbled for the door to determine where the lock was located, then took the silver-white key from his bag. However, the thought of meeting the legendary great man made it difficult for Diego to contain his excitement, and he shook his hand and inserted it three times before inserting the key in.

With a soft "click", the door lock was opened. Diego pulled open the heavy iron door and looked inside.

There was only one prisoner living in this cell, a human being. He looked strong and looked like a middle-aged man. He wore a sackcloth vest and a pair of tattered trousers that were just above the knee. His complexion had turned pale as a result of his long detention and the lack of daylight. Unable to take care of it for a long time, his beard grew like weeds all over his face, only the brown hair still stood on top like steel wires, like his indomitable fighting spirit.

Due to the sudden light from the outside world, he was squinting at the moment, looking at the uninvited guests outside the door.

"Your Excellency, Diego Aznar salutes you." Almost choked up, Diego bent down deeply to pay his highest respect to the living legend.

"Masrae Bearskin salutes you, and may the glory of Elune always be with you." Behind him, the always proud Night Elves saluted equally respectfully, and the goddess Elune revealed the person to be saved, and that alone was enough to make him awe-inspired.

"Are you ......" Wendsol asked, a little confused, and in this dangerous place, it was difficult for him to trust a stranger, even if the other party was also human.

"We're here to get you out, you have to go back, Stormwind needs you." Diego persuaded that, though he knew it was futile, the marshal would not leave so lightly, and that the true nobleman who was worried about the country and the people was worried about something else than his own safety.

"We've lost our last hope, so what can we do when we get out? Was it sold to the Black Iron Short by that woman again? The Marshal sneered, and the shattered situation in Stormwind filled his heart with pessimism. Now he sees no hope. During his years in prison, he deduced the cause and effect of Yiqiē, and after connecting everything together, he finally saw the true face of the mastermind behind the scenes, but also the desperate strength of the enemy.

Diego and Masrae looked at each other, speechless. Masrae didn't know what to say, while Diego knew what was going to happen and he knew he wasn't going to say anything.

Wendsol's voice was getting louder and louder, and he needed to vent, but now he was not whining, but scolding his immediate boss.

"Boval is an idiot. I've been gathering 'evidence' about who is behind the scenes, and I'm going to defeat her once and for all. But Berval was a brainless clown, and the evidence was piled up in front of him a full two feet high and he ignored it. If I can get that slab back and get out of this damn dungeon, the first thing I'm going to do is go to Stormwind and cut that stupid guy in half and see if his skull is full of shit!. ”

"Well, this, Your Excellency, I don't mean to interrupt you, but I think you should take a look at this first." Diego said with some expectations. He nunu pouted and motioned for the Night Elf to hand the note to the marshal. The latter reluctantly pinched his nose and did so.

The marshal took the note suspiciously, and read it by the light of the torches on the roadway outside. He didn't seem to be a stranger to dwarven cuneiform, and he didn't care about the strong smell of the note.

The note was covered in stains, and the text on it was blurred, but I could still make out the idea:

“…… Sweet irony......

…… The disintegration of the alliance......

…… If it weren't for General Angover's hard work, perhaps we wouldn't have been able to find a way to decode it so far......

…… Agmanch was almost ready to decipher Windsor's intelligence.

Our master will return from the abyss and destroy all that remains......

- Dagran Soresson. ”

As more and more dwarven characters were recognized, the marshal's eyes grew brighter, and when he finally read the note and looked up, the adventurers could see that his face was full of excitement, that hope had returned to his heart.

"You know what that means, maybe they haven't gotten everything yet!" He waved the note in his hand and roared in a low voice, the note in his hand like a small flag, as high as his sudden fighting spirit, "I can be sure that two Black Iron Dwarves - General Angfu and the puppet commander Agmanch - are cracking my information. I'm sure we're unlikely to be able to retrieve my information easily. Hopefully, you're ready for battle. Go find those two villains! Kill them, and bring back my lost information. ”

"I knew it was going to be like this!" Diego lamented inwardly. It's easier said than done, but it's going to be a daunting task that borders on impossibility. But the Night Elves, who fought for their own goddess, seemed unconcerned.

"What are we supposed to do?" He asked firmly.

"We'll have to go to ...... first," Wendthor said as he sat in the pile of rotten grass, frowning, but Diego interrupted his thoughts, and in his stunned gaze, the human hunter sat up from the ground and bowed deeply to the marshal.

"Let's go, Masrae, I know what to do." He said through gritting his back molars, looking like a heroic expression of generosity to death.

Masrae walked out with him convinced, and to be honest, the Night Elves were accustomed to their companion's uncertain prophets at some point, and believed in them. Many times, he couldn't help but wonder if this human was transformed into a bronze dragon. In ancient legends, this dragon has the ability to manipulate time and predict the future.

"Close the cell door and pretend nothing happened, we'll be back soon." Diego turned around and admonished the marshal.

Windsor looked at the two men dumbfounded, was this completely beyond his plan!

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Note: You may notice that there are some small details in this chapter that are different from those in the game, and I can only reluctantly say that there are times when these differences are necessary.

Originally, this note was dropped randomly in the game, but for the sake of the story, we had to have it in a fixed location - although this location was a bit ......, otherwise how could adventurers find it, push it over like in the game, and drop it randomly?

Everyone pinched their noses and got rid of me~~~