On the way to the outpost, Diego discreetly conversed with Jack Rockleg, trying to learn as much as he could about the Scorching Canyon from the side, but his knowledge and familiarity with the Black Iron Dwarves still amazed him. Because few humans would take the time to understand the customs, history, culture, and social humanity of the Black Iron Dwarves, especially when the race was still carrying a bad reputation, he quickly regarded Diego as a friend over the years, and he knew almost everything.

From Jack Rockleg's story, Diego learned that today's battle did not happen for no reason, nor was it simply to help the two of them, and for the dwarves who had a deep grudge, this battle with the Orcs of Kargas was not accidental, it was just one of many border frictions.

Originally, Jack Rockleg had no ill feelings towards the Orcs, in fact, most of the Thorium Brotherhood held this position, and the Alliance or the Horde was someone else's business for them, and they were more concerned with freeing the Black Iron Dwarves from the slavery of Ragnaros.

But these once-wealthy master dwarven craftsmen are now embarrassed, and they have fled the Darkfurnace City without bringing enough supplies from there to craft equipment and weapons, and it is said that a member of the Thorium Brotherhood has even been authorized to sell the legendary dwarven recipes in exchange for the necessary rare materials. It is really embarrassing that these dwarf masters who have created countless miracles have fallen to the point where they have no rice to cook.

So when the Orcs of Kargas closed the only mountain trail leading to the Barren Lands, the troubled Black Iron Dwarves were immediately furious, because the only channel for the circulation of materials between them and Sersama and Ironforge was also broken, which made the Celestial Brotherhood, which was already stretched thin in terms of materials, even worse, now, it is no longer a problem to need rare materials, they are now even having enough to eat, you know, the Scorching Canyon is not a place rich in plant resources, Almost nothing grows in this hot place full of magma.

The outpost wasn't far away, about two hours away from the ambush site. It was a sentry post, but it was actually a dozen small tents, and around this small camp, the dwarves had laid down a circle of dead trees as cover. This material is abundant in the Scorching Canyon - the Firedemon Ragnaros, summoned by Thorrison, completely destroyed the Wastelands, the Scorching Canyon, and the Burning Plains, burning these three otherwise lush areas into ashes, and the remains of the trees that died of thirst are still everywhere today, but these half-carbonized trunks can only be used as bunkers and so on except for firewood.

Diego knew that south from here, at the foot of the Blackstone Mountains, there was a once lush forest, but after it was burned, it was now known as the Sea of Ashes, and Diego had visited it once before he crossed over, and the knee-deep layer of wood ash that he still haunted.

There were about a dozen or so Black Iron Dwarves left behind in the camp, and they took out almost all of the food to entertain guests from afar and reward the triumphant dwarven warriors. This also betrays the embarrassment of the Thor Silver Brotherhood, and Diego and Masley find it hard to swallow when they see a bit of dry lizard jerky and black bread on the table, but they are too embarrassed to complain when they see the fire beetle and lava crab on the plate of the Black Iron Dwarf.

After hastily dealing with lunch, Diego said hello to Jack Rockleg and headed out with Masrae. Before leaving, he and Jack Rockleg borrowed a few dwarven muskets. The black iron dwarves were so ashamed that they didn't even forget to ask what they were doing.

But as it approached evening, Diego and Masrae returned. Masrae had returned from the turn of a bear, carrying more than twenty lava spiders the size of a basin on his broad back, while Diego carried twenty or thirty fat lava crabs.

As soon as he entered the camp, Diego kicked the cook of the Black Iron Dwarves out of the quarters, which was actually a rudimentary tent, and then threw off his arms and began to work, with Masrae beside him, in fact, since tasting Diego's craft in the wetlands, the Night Elves felt that they could no longer live without this human man.

Soon, Jack Rock Leg was pulled over by the complaining dwarven cook, but when he saw the two people who were clanging and hot, he was really embarrassed to discourage them - wasn't it just a food, even if the two guests couldn't swallow what they made, it was nothing for everyone to be hungry together.

However, in the evening, the Black Iron Dwarf was still deeply shocked when he saw the dazzling array of food on the table. It seems that the phrase "humans on the tip of the tongue" that has been passed down from dwarves to the old people is really true! More than one Black Iron Dwarf thought so.

Diego's food is based on local conditions. He used lava crabs to cook secret crab meat, steamed fat crabs, chili crab meat, and claw crab soup, and while these dishes were best served with some outlandish and even Pandaria specialties for authenticity, it was not bad to use lava crabs instead, at least the Black Iron Dwarves were raving about them - or maybe they were too hungry. In addition, he also made the Crunchy Spider and Cadore Spider Roast with Lava Spiders, which also won a lot of applause, especially the Cadore Spider Roast, an elven flavor from Ashenvale that brought tears to the eyes of the Night Elves. That's the taste of hometown, and even a rebellious teenager who has run away from home is inevitably evoked by homesickness.

Eventually, Diego used the remaining crushed spider meat to make a spider cake that had been sold by some profiteers under the guise of Black Crab Cake, but was later harshly investigated by Stormwind. Although the authentic spider cake requires chili peppers, the lava spider itself is quite spicy, which saves the chili peppers. The same goes for the meat of the lava crab, and Diego doesn't know that there are animals in the Scorching Canyon that don't taste hot.

In fact, the Lava Crab and Lava Spider have not appeared on the recipes of the Black Iron Dwarves since they arrived in Azeroth from the Fire Elemental Realm with Ragnaros, the Firefiend, three hundred years ago. They were terrified of these fanged, aggressive creatures, and even now in the face of a food crisis, they only tried to boil the lava crab in plain water, but to be honest, it was hard for even the most improvised, black iron dwarves to swallow.

Today, however, these delicacies apparently give the Black Iron Dwarves an excuse to binge drink - even starvation does not stop the dwarves from taking the last bit of food to make wine. These gifted winemakers have always been able to come up with a variety of brewing methods, and the selection of ingredients is also eclectic, from oats, beans, fruits, to absinthe, honey and even voodoo potions, they may also use it to make wine, the legendary Safron spirit is even said to be brewed by the Black Iron Dwarves from magma, and is used by the Fire Demon Ragnaros to supply fire elemental creatures, and after drinking it, the Black Iron Dwarves who have been transformed into elemental bodies by the Fire Demon are also said to be extremely fond of this wine.

Diego and Masrae end up joining the fray, as it's hard to resist the dwarves' enthusiasm. For them, wine is a gift from the dwarven father, the forger Kazgros, to the dwarves to enlighten them with a magic elixir, and dwarves who can't drink can't make good works, and the fact is that those legendary dwarven forgers are all drunkards who drink an amazing amount of alcohol, and many of the works that can be recorded in the epic are said to have been created by dwarven craftsmen half-drunk and half-awake.

So when Diego woke up to the sound of clanging forging the next day, it wasn't surprising. According to the Black Iron Dwarf who cared for him, there was a dwarven blacksmith who had been inspired by yesterday's drunkenness and was working on a piece that was "enough to glorify for a lifetime."

Diego still feels a little dizzy. He turned his head and saw that in the corner of the tent, Masrae Bearskin was holding Guan Haifa tightly, snoring loudly, and the big cat was struggling helplessly in his arms.

"Mr. Bearskin is said to have been the penultimate drunk last night, and only old Lolol lay down later than him, which is a good drink." The dwarf who took care of them said admiringly.

Diego smiled, got up from the blanket, tidied up a little, and then walked out of the tent, ignoring Guan Haifa's disgruntled eyes.

The camp was empty, half of them were helping out in the blacksmith's shed, while the other half were supposed to be out on patrol. He walked around the camp and then headed for the kitchen, and to tell the truth, he had been drunk by the dwarves last night, and had not eaten a few bites of food.

To his surprise, the dwarven cook was busy in the kitchen. Through the cracks in the doorway of the broken shed, which leaked on all sides, Diego saw that the dwarf was not preparing lunch, but was concentrating on studying the leftovers from last night. He watched the leftovers over and over again, and from time to time dipped the soup into his mouth www.biquge.info, carefully analyzing their ingredients.

What a motivated cook! This is a typical dwarf, and the race is perfectly represented by his dedication to his craft. Diego admired inwardly, then stepped forward.

"Want to learn? I can teach you. Diego said with a smile. The Black Iron Dwarves are a proud race, and they will never accept handouts from others, not even friends. So he decided to teach them some ways to eat the native beasts, and he did his best. You must know that the most important thing in the Scorching Canyon is the lava spiders and lava crabs that are all over the mountain, and these beasts from the fire elemental realm are breeding and living everywhere.

The dwarven cook was taken aback, and he turned his head in a panic to see that the master of the cooking he wanted to learn was looking at him kindly, his eyes full of understanding and encouragement. This made the dwarven chef who planned to steal the master ashamed, and if it weren't for his desire for cooking, he would have already hidden his face and ran away.

"Yes, Master!" He bowed solemnly, as if he were facing a true master dwarven craftsman. In fact, whether it is in the society of the Copperbeard Dwarves, the Brute Hammer Dwarves, or the Black Iron Dwarves, the status of the Dwarven Craft Master is very high, whether it is mining, blacksmithing, engineering, leathermaking, enchantment, or others, as long as a skill is introduced, it will be regarded as a master, and it is highly respected among these tech houses.

"Well, come with me, the first thing we'll do is ......" Diego walked into the tent in a very good manner, and looked at the table full of cups, plates, dishes, and bowls, which were the remnants of last night's revelry - dwarves were never a tidy race.

"Wash the plates," he said with a wry smile......

For the next few days, Diego spent his days hunting with a dwarven musket and teaching him how to cook. The lava spiders that roamed the mountains were a necessity for him, and these beasts, who had never encountered a natural predator, did not even know how to escape. Diego felt like he was living in paradise, a day that he would never have dared to imagine in the Celestial Empire, where guns were banned before he traveled through it. Truth be told, his bow and arrows were no worse than the dwarven muskets, but, you know, hunting with muskets and hunting with bows and arrows felt completely different - in the deafening roar and the smoke of gunpowder, the power of the butt hitting the shoulders and the burst of eruption were intertwined, something all men could only dream of!

He even killed a fire-burning dragon in the Valley of Dust and Fire. The giant two-sailed lizard was targeted by Diego while hunting lava spiders, and it was a tragic end to its long life - Jack Rockleg judged that the four-meter-long lizard had lived to be at least three hundred years old, and that it was supposed to be that Ragnaros, the fire-demon, had hitchhiked from the fire elemental realm when he was summoned to Azeroth.

Later, he also found a colony of silver-ringed king snakes in the northernmost part of the Valley of Dust and Fire, but there were too few of them, only a dozen of them, and they could not withstand the devotion of the Black Iron Dwarves, so he finally let them go.

The Black Iron Dwarves of the Outpost are also feeling very happy during this time, and their favorite discussion now is not about blacksmithing or other crafts, but about what to eat next. Diego's variety of dishes has opened the eyes of the dwarves and amazed them.

Their own chef had now been completely aside, and while it seemed to Diego that the dwarven chef had made rapid progress, the Black Iron Dwarves were still able to taste the work of their own from a variety of dishes - and even by the end of dinner, the dish was often untouched, much to the heartbreak of the expectant dwarven chef. Obviously, the dwarven chef's culinary talent is not directly proportional to his curiosity**, and although Diego has been trying his best to teach him, the dwarven chef still can't make the food he wants, and can barely say that it can be considered decent - but for Diego, this is enough, his original intention is to expand the food source for the Black Iron Dwarves and alleviate their food crisis, not to train a dwarven master chef.

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Note: All recipes and drinks in this story are authentic in Azeroth.