Before Diego could say anything, they heard the apothecary shouting angrily from the high platform of the hall.

"You guys, go see what's going on over there?" He pointed to a few pharmacist apprentices near the room, his tone full of impatience, "A bunch of damn idiots, they can't even control their own real creatures, they run everywhere!" ”

The pharmacist apprentices hurriedly stopped what they were doing and strode over to this side. They weren't too nervous, for they were on the same page as the guy who gave the order - there must have been some idiot creature who had escaped from the cage, and it wasn't something that hadn't happened before.

"Damn, we've got to hide." Diego said angrily, turning around and searching the room for a place to hide, but the room was empty, with nothing but the plague cauldron.

"Yes, the plague cauldron!" Diego suddenly turned his gaze back to the man-tall cauldron in the center of the room.

"Get in! Get in the pot! He whispered anxiously.

Luckily, their movements were swift enough, and the moment they were all hiding in the cauldron, the door opened, and two apothecary apprentices entered.

"What's in there?" The apprentice who was walking behind asked.

"Nothing!" The apprentice who walked in front glanced at it and replied absentmindedly, his mind was all on the potion he was preparing, and in a few minutes, it would be time to add the undead rot liquid!

"Take another look, see what's on the ground, and find something and go back to it." The one in the back said.

But at that moment, the one who came first stopped.

"Frey, I feel like I'm stepping on something!" He whispered.

In the crowded cauldron, Diego's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, it was the fat maggot! The big maggot that was trampled by the blood spear! They forgot to clean up the corpses!

He reached out and felt for the musket behind his back.

"What's that? You lift your feet up and look. Outside the cauldron, another apprentice said. But then, he exclaimed, "Hell, Ginger. You have trampled the maggots on the meat that I used to make the plague! ”

"Hey, isn't it just a meat maggot?" Jin Ge said nonchalantly.

"That's different, you see, this maggot I cultivated with the carrion of the High Elves, and it has four markings on its back...... Frey said reluctantly.

"Okay. Well, it's enough to pay you, how about five pounds of bone fragments? All of them are dwarven leg bones! I know you've been coveting these good things from me for a long time. Ginger said helplessly.

The reparation seemed to be very sincere, and Frey finally shut his mouth, and they took one last glance around the room and walked out. The door closed again.

In the cauldron, Diego let out a long breath and removed his fingers from the trigger.

"Elune must have been watching us just now!" Masrae said reverently.

Diego nodded, and had to say. Their luck was really good.

"Hey, brothers, are you really going to suffocate me under my ass?" Right below them, the orc urn said angrily. He was the first to jump into the pot, head down. But he still knew how nervous he was just now, and he didn't speak up until now.

Diego flicked his ass away from the body of the Blood Spear.

The orc struggled for a moment, barely turning his body upside down. He took several breaths before he regained his strength. But his face was full of smugness.

"Guess, what did I just find?"

"What?" Masrae asked curiously.

"A handle. Right at the bottom of the pot! The orc said excitedly, crouching down and touching the bottom of the pot.

"Don't move, Nazaire. Damn it! Diego shouted in horror, he couldn't bother to keep his voice down. However, he was still a step too late. He only felt the emptiness under his feet, and suddenly fell into a black hole.

"You...... Say...... Miscellaneous...... ......? The orc's voice echoed through the passage, Elder La.

"Well, I didn't say anything." Diego couldn't help but roll his eyes in the dark. Said in my heart. Above their heads, farther and farther away, smaller and smaller holes were blocked again by the gusset that had been turned upside up.

In the room where the cauldron was placed, the door was pushed open again, and two apothecary apprentices walked in again.

"Strange, I just heard something." The apprentice, Frey, roamed the room.

"Hell, there's only one cauldron in this room, you don't think there's really anything in this cauldron, do you?" Ginger said sarcastically, poking his head out and glancing into the cauldron, he found that it was empty, even the closing plate at the bottom of the pot was closed.

"Suspicious, you see, there's not even a mouse in there." He spread his hands and walked out of the room first.

"Well, maybe I misheard." Frey said with some skepticism and left.

Silence finally returned to the room.

……

Diego didn't know how long they had been down the pipeline, but he felt like it was a century long. The pipe does not go straight down, but has a certain slope and some bends in places. He didn't know if the pipe was built in the time of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, or if it was built by the Forsaken later, and the pipe was not as thick as it was from top to bottom, but it was thin and thick, and Diego felt like he was hanging in the air, and he couldn't touch anything, but in the thin places, even the thinnest masretong guò was a little difficult, but fortunately, the walls of the pipe were covered with foul-smelling and slippery graveyard moss, and they could always squeeze through it like a fat pig covered in grease.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of Diego's eyes. The passage is coming to an end! But where does it lead? Diego's mind suddenly came to the tragic image of falling straight from a height of 500 feet. But he immediately realized that the Lordaeron region simply had such treacherous terrain, and from the design of the cauldron, it was clear that the Forsaken were not designed to build a wastewater outlet.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and Diego gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming. The next second, with a thud of water, he fell out of the pipe and almost smashed on the orc. But his own luck was apparently not as good as that of the idiot, for behind him, Masrae burst out of the pipe with a thud and smashed straight on him.

Diego stumbled as he slammed, and in a trance he felt as if he had fallen into a pool. Before he could feel suffocated, a large, strong hand grabbed his arm and scooped him out of the water.

"Are you okay?" He heard the orc ask in his ear with concern.

Diego coughed twice and squirted the foul-smelling liquid out of his throat. He looked around in confusion, trying to figure out the situation.

"Where is this?" He asked subconsciously, but he didn't expect an answer, because the orcs in front of him were only a second or two earlier than him. He wiped the slippery liquid from his face to make his vision clearer.

It was a room about five meters square, and the waist-deep pool they were in occupied more than half of the area. There were a few spoons by the pool, but apart from them, the room was empty.

They walked out of the pool, the movement of the blood spear was too unrestrained, and an iron spoon placed on the edge of the pool was accidentally touched by him, and fell to the ground with a "bang". In this quiet room, the collision was especially loud.

"Uh, sorry!" The orc froze suddenly, squeezing an ugly smile into his face in embarrassment.

Resisting the urge to strangle him, Diego sincerely hoped that they wouldn't immediately see a whole team of hatred. But after a while, there was no movement outside the door.

They sighed neatly and sat down on the edge of the pool.

"Nazaire, sooner or later we will be killed by you." Diego clutched his heart and grumbled hard. (To be continued.) )