"Wow...... what is this?" The Night Elf said in amazement, and he stepped forward and touched it curiously, "There's another door here!" ”

"Drill portal! The Brotherhood had done almost everything they could to get it, but it succeeded, but they didn't use it when they fled," said the old dwarf, with some sadness. He wrestled around with the massive mechanism, unaware of the mechanism that opened the small door. He waved his hand and motioned for the adventurers to slip inside, "This device can teleport you to the opposite residential area, where the guards are more lax. ”

Inside, this rig-like thing looks like a rocket from Diego's previous life, but it's much smaller. There were only two seats inside, and they were clearly designed for the size of the Black Iron Dwarf, and Diego and Masrae couldn't even turn around when they sat on it, and Guan Haifa jumped onto their flat laps and lay sideways.

"Are you sure this thing is reliable?" Masrae leaned sideways so that the old dwarf could pull a belt from the side of the seat and tie him securely to the seat.

"I'm not sure, in fact, you were its first passengers." The old dwarf said matter-of-factly, he took a step back and patted the dust on his hands.

Masrae was stunned and couldn't say a word. But Diego was better, having ridden it more than once in his previous life - in terms of reliability alone, the dwarven product was much more reliable than the goblin's.

"There's going to be some discomfort and you may need to get used to it." The old dwarf said, and he turned and walked out.

"Do we have any other choice?" Masrae asked, frightened.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid not, it's no longer possible for you to go back the way you came," Roctus flicked the switch, and the small door was slowly moved and began to lock, "If you want to leave this place as much as possible, you can only rely on this thing." ”

"Good luck!" He blessed one last time before the door closed completely.

Diego and Masrae sat in their chairs in a state of trepidation, waiting for the beginning of their uncertain journey of teleportation.

Roctus didn't make them wait long, and after about a dozen seconds, the huge machine made a clanging sound, as if some equipment was starting to run at high speed.

With the jitters of the machine, some of the parts that were not strong began to loosen, and Diego could clearly see a rivet break free from the hole it was in, jolting happily around the cabin.

"Luckily, it's not pointy." Diego let out a long sigh, but then he was horrified to find an iron shaft the size of a wrench falling from the bulkhead and smashing into Masrae's feet, grinning in pain.

"It's not going to just fall apart, is it?" The Night Elf sizzled and shouted in fear.

However, the situation was better than he estimated, and the equipment finally ran normally before the machine fell apart. The violent shaking sensation gradually disappeared, replaced by the humming sound of the smooth operation of the machine.

Diego felt the machine flipping, and soon, he felt like he was going head-down, and if it weren't for the tied up, the big cat on their knees would have even fallen to the ceiling.

But even so, it was enough to make Guan Haifa terrified. It curled up tremblingly, its claws popping out from between its toes, clutching at anything that could hold its body in place. Diego and Masrae cried bitterly as it scratched their skin.

Although this machine also has a speed reduction device installed between the inner and outer layers, the Black Iron Dwarf obviously did not consider the ride comfort in the design, and when the drill bit at the front end rotates at high speed, the cabin where Diego and them are also rotating, but the speed is not so high.

However, although the adventurers were strong enough, the dizziness caused by this rapid spin was beyond the resistance of the strong body, and it didn't take long for Diego to feel a little uncomfortable, although he had already experienced the test of the chain bridge, but this kind of motion vertigo and fear of heights were completely different things, he was covered in cold sweat and gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the nausea feeling that something was about to erupt from his throat. But by this time, his partner couldn't take it anymore.

"No, I'm going to throw up!" Masrae gritted his teeth and squeezed a sentence out between his teeth.

"Hold on, hold on!" Diego shouted in horror, but it was too late, and before he could finish speaking, the Night Elves had already vomited with a whoosh.

A colorful mixture of bile and gastric juices spewed out, and he vomited so violently that some of the vomit didn't even have time to leave his mouth, but squirted out of his nostrils.

There was an unpleasant sour smell in the air, and the half-digested mushy objects flew around the spinning cabin, throwing everywhere, and a mass of slimy stuff even "snapped" at Diego's face.

Diego finally couldn't help it, he opened his mouth, and vomited with a wow.

Well, now the taste in the cabin is even more exciting.

As if to prove that things are never the worst, only worse. Just when the adventurers were vomiting a mess, inadvertently, the temperature in the cabin had gradually risen, and in a short period of time, the temperature in the cabin had risen to an unbearable level.

"Are we walking through lava?" The Night Elf finally stopped vomiting, in fact, he had nothing left to vomit, even bile.

However, his condition did not improve at the moment, under the heat of the heat, his purple skin sweated like pulp, but those sweat was dried in just a few seconds, turning into a layer of salt and dried on the skin. Not only that, but even the disgusting vomit had been evaporated, some sticking to the bulkheads and equipment, some sticking to the two men and Guan Haifa, and the rest simply suspended in the air, floating around with the rotation of the TBM. As they collide with objects in the cabin, these things are gradually shattered into fine scum and dust, and some of them are sometimes accidentally sucked into the nostrils by two people, causing bursts of sneezing, making people want to die and on the verge of collapse.

"I'm afraid so." Diego looked at the reddened bulkhead, which had been roasted, and almost collapsed, his skin was dehydrated and wrinkled, his lips were chapped, and he looked as if he had been walking in the desert for a long time.

Fortunately, it didn't last long. Probably because digging in the lava is much faster than in the rocks, the temperature in the cabin finally cools just as the adventurers worry about whether they will be mummified or not.

Diego noticed that they had returned to a head-up position, and it was clear that the machine was drilling closer to the ground. This gave him a long sigh of relief.

Diego felt like he had never been more eager to escape from a certain space, not even when he was locked up in an orc cage at Camp Furyfang, and his heart was more excited and confused when he first arrived in your land.

The rest of the journey was much more uneventful. In the anticipation of the apprehensive adventurers, the speed of the drilling rig gradually decreased, and the parts, tools, debris and vomit that had been floating in the weightless environment crackled and fell one after another.

With a bang, the machine finally stopped completely, and the small door on one side of the bulkhead slammed outward. It looks like a tiny gangplank.

From the hatch, it appears to be in a small room. From the boulder walls to the torches stuck on them, it was clear that they were still within the range of Darkforge City, rather than simply teleporting beyond Blackstone Mountain.

In fact, Diego knew very well that this was there, and that was exactly what he wanted - if the portal hadn't failed, it would have been a residential area in the inner city, not far from the black treasury they had just ransacked.

Diego felt that the trip was longer than a century, and he trembled and reached out to pull a mechanism that Roctus Secret had deliberately explained. With a soft click, the belt that bound them was retracted sensitively.

They were finally free.

Guan Haifa withdrew his claws, rolled off their knees with difficulty, and then fell on the floor coughing and vomiting. This beast, accustomed to climbing high and jumping low, is more endurance than bipedal creatures, but this difficult journey has clearly pushed its limits as well. Diego could clearly see that inside the pool of vomit was a small beast whose fur had been half corroded by gastric juices, and it looked like it should be a vole.

"It's good that it didn't throw up until now!" Diego thought happily, "If it vomits halfway......" He shuddered, the picture was too beautiful to think about.

"Elune forbid, don't let me see that old dwarf," said the Night Elf beside him, gritting his teeth, his nose and face swollen and covered in foul-smelling filth, "or I'll be charged with killing my savior!" ”

Diego figured his image no better, so he got up from his seat and walked out the door. But he clearly overestimated himself, and after a few shakes, he still stumbled to the ground.

"How do I feel the ground shaking, Masrae? Was it an earthquake? He shouted in disbelief.

Night Elf: "......"

It took them a while to get used to it, regain their balance, and walk out of the room.

As Diego guessed, this is located in a residential area. There were no pedestrians on the street, not even a few patrolmen, so it seemed that they had been transferred to the puppet workshop.

The two rancid-smelling adventurers walked unhindered towards the prison area, and when they passed the Bridge of Flames for the third time today, the two tease guards were still on duty, but the scars on their faces looked heavier, but the two black iron dwarves clearly didn't take it seriously.

"Hey, Tom Cruise, I'm glad to see you again so soon," Dwarf Grey greeted them drunkenly, but he seemed to remember something, "haven't you been out for a long time?" Why did it come out of it again? ”

Diego's heart froze, but before he could think of a word, another dwarven guard had already helped him out: "Come on, Gray, how many bottles of cave ale did you drink today?" Seven bottles? Or eight bottles? What else can you see? ”

"At least not drunk enough to beat you up!" Gray roared and pounced again.

"Be careful, man, I've heard there's a lot of commotion in the barracks, don't get into it, it's no joke......" he finally poked his head out of the warband and admonished, and continued to scuffle with Dughhar.

……

Note: This Rig Teleporter is not the one given by the Wine Festival, and if you go to the Blackstone Abyss now, you can find it in one of the rooms next to the Black Vault.