"It should be a problem with the copper regulator, there is a copper regulator that fails, which makes the ice deflector that cools down the real silver transformer stop working, and the instability of the real silver transformer leads to the force feedback shield that provides radiation shielding for the gold energy core The output power is reduced, and the radiation particle flow emitted by the gold energy core has exacerbated the aging of the silver tube below, causing the leakage of the mixed steam of the air essence and the flame essence, so ......" Diego spread his hands and ended his tirade, to be honest, His mouth was a little dry when he said this.

"Didn't you say there was a problem with the trigger between the Golden Energy Core and the Precision Aojin Converter?" Darkville squinted dangerously and said, to be honest, he didn't understand what Diego was talking about, but that didn't prevent this despicable villain from being jealous again—it was unreasonable for this hillbilly to find out the fault that he couldn't find with all his efforts!

"Master, I was just guessing at the moment," Diego scratched his head and smiled innocently, looking like a simple old peasant in the country, "You know, there are some things that need to be checked before they can be done accurately." ”

"Well, I'll give you an hour to fix it!" Diego's honest appearance successfully defused Fernos Darkville's hostility, and he slapped the heavy mechanical repair kit on Diego's chest and said angrily. Actually, he was very happy to finally get rid of this burden, you know, he has been making zuò statues of the King of Black Iron, and he is not good at engineering. However, even in terms of sculpture, he is not the best, and among the stonemasons in Darkfurnace City, there are many better than him.

"Yes, Master!" Diego said respectfully, but after turning around, he couldn't help but scold, "Mom~, you deserve to be a stonemason for the rest of your life!" ”

To be honest, fixing this fault is really not a difficult task for Diego, his current problem is that he lacks the ability to create a zào, and it is really not difficult for him as a master engineer of Draenor to fix it. It took him more than 10 minutes to replace the damaged parts, more than 10 minutes to repair and debug, and the rest of the time was spent learning Frank Ron Cast Iron's design ideas and unique ideas. But this time, I didn't devote myself so much to Cheng Dù.

It wasn't until he estimated that the time was about to expire that he got up from the ground and wiped the oil from his face.

"Master, it should be repaired." He said respectfully.

"It's not slow, barely half my speed." Darkville said with a shy face. He walked slowly and leisurely, and the way he walked reminded Diego of his boss in his previous life. This made it take a lot of effort for the hunter to control himself from going up and beating him.

The Black Iron Dwarf was fussy and circled around the machine, very nitpicking. Finally, he stood in front of the console, moved the Mithril rod that controlled the four safes, and pressed it down.

With a rolling sound, on the wall in the middle of the vault, the four most valuable safes, the heavy iron doors slowly opened, revealing the four treasure chests placed inside.

Darkville stepped forward and carefully lifted the top and smallest box. His face immediately lit up with the light emitted from the box.

Looking over the dwarf's head, the adventurers saw that the chest was filled with gems. They were almost blinded by the brilliant colors - in that little box, almost all of Azeroth's gems could be found - green agate, arcane crystals, emeralds, malachite, lapis green, rubies, shadow stones, Azeroth diamonds, moon stones, citrine, sapphires, ......, except that the gems in this chest were of better quality, larger grains, more brilliant colors, more translucent, purer, all of them superb. For a moment, Diego, who was dazzled, couldn't even tell how many and how many of these gems there were, but he could guarantee that he would never see so many beautiful treasures anywhere else in his life.

"This is a treasure within a treasure, only the King of Black Iron has the right to open it, but now it has been opened by us, it's very fulfilling, isn't it?" The Black Iron Dwarf whispered in a dreamlike tone, but judging by his tone, it was not for others, but for himself.

But Diego behind him wants more than just a sense of achievement, he also wants money, and even more so death!

Darkville looked at the splendid treasure in front of him in fascination, and he couldn't help himself. But he was so hot-headed that he forgot who his power came from. He swallowed heavily, struggling to look away from the boxes, when he heard a soft pop and a sharp pain coming from within him.

He looked down and saw a blade peeking through his chest, a sharp spearhead-shaped short sword, judging by its greenish color, it was a good sword mixed with silver. He thought in a trance.

But he immediately realized that now was not the time to think about this, and he turned his head stiffly, and saw that the two hillbillies were looking at him with mocking faces, and the simplicity and simplicity of the past had long since disappeared, replaced by a chilling coldness and hideousness.

"You ......"

He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but a stream of blood bubbled up his throat, blocking what he wanted to say.

The blade "swished" out of his body, but the dwarf's vitality also seemed to leave his body with the short sword. Darkville staggered and fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, he completely lost his life, and he died without a blink.

"Okay, now it's all ours here." Diego said heroically that he couldn't believe he could shout at this moment without being elated.

He stepped forward excitedly, almost trembling as he opened the treasure chest in the second safe.

The box was made of black iron, and even when it was sealed, Diego could feel the scorching heat inside. When the box was opened, a wave of scorching air rushed to the face.

"I suspect that we have used up all the good fortune of a lifetime today." Right next to him, the Night Elf said in a hoarse voice.

"Me too." Diego also said with some despair.

Lava Core, Blazing Core, Earth Core, Fire Element, Earth Element, Air Element, Life Element, Necromantic Element, Demon Spirit, Flame Heart......

The box placed in front of them was filled with various elemental crystals, which were larger and more abundant in energy than those Diego had seen in his previous life. At least in the mature stage of elemental life can be condensed.

Each of these supernatural polymers contains an astonishing amount of energy. Diego can guarantee that any piece of this will be invested in the outside market, which will be enough to cause a bloody storm.

The third was the largest of the four chests, and although the adventurers had been fully prepared, they couldn't help but scream when this box was opened.

"The moon god is above!" Masrae said with difficulty. Beside him, the human hunter was tearing at his neckline so hard that he felt like he couldn't breathe if he didn't.

The chest contains a variety of precious and rare metals: gold ingots, real silver ingots, black iron ingots, silver ingots, Mithril ingots, and gold ingots......

Gold ingots are a bargain here, and almost all other metals are eclipsed by the rune-strewn golden glow of the Ogin Bars, and even more amazingly, Diego even sees a few pieces of Safron Iron Bars inside, a metal from the elemental plane that is said to be essential for forging legendary artifacts.

Looking at these shining metals, Diego was about to go crazy, if he used these things when he built the Azeroth version of the M1 rifle some time ago, it would definitely be of proper epic quality.

"My nuclear sniper rifle! My Biznik precision scope! Diego lamented inwardly, but he soon came to his senses. With these rare materials, these equipment will be available in the future. Moreover, it is a bit wasteful to use materials such as Aojin ingots for M1 rifles.

Without hesitation, he opened the demon cloth bag and filled the boxes inside. His hands shook uncontrollably, so much so that he tried several times before he stuffed the chests inside.

While Diego was busy harvesting, Masrae Bearskin stepped forward to open the fourth chest. Diego saw that the Night Elf suddenly snapped and pounced.

"This box is mine!" The Night Elf said through gritted teeth.

Through the gap between the Night Elves and the chest, Diego saw that the chest was full of herbs, a limited number of which he recognized, including the Black Lotus and the Ice Cap Grass, which was found in the Winterspring Valley.

"No need to rob, it's yours." Diego said unconcernedly, he didn't know the value of these herbs in herbalism and alchemy, but he was sure that they could be put together with the other three boxes, and these herbs would not be cheap there, maybe they would be more precious.

Then came the most heinous thing of the year. Diego pulled the joysticks on the console one by one and opened all the safes.

Two shameless thieves began a criminal ransack of the Black Iron Kingdom, and the treasures that the Black Iron Dwarves had accumulated for thousands of years were greedily taken into their pockets without guilt or guilt.

In fact, the most painful thing for the two daring thieves was that they could only take the most precious and rare treasures, as each demon backpack was only sixteen empty slots at most. And if you don't put it inside, it is impossible for the guards outside to watch you walk away with a large bag and a small bag.

The most painful thing in life is to look at a table of delicious delicacies and you can't eat them full! This is how Diego and Masrae are feeling at the moment.

But Diego had heard of Alibaba's story, and they tried to control their greed by taking only the four most valuable chests and some of the most precious and rare items. Things like gold coins, silver coins, they don't even give a to them. But even so, it is worth a lot of money, and it is several cities.

After closing the safe door again and restoring it to its original state, Diego and Masrae wiped the blood off the floor before stuffing Darkville's body into a gap between the gears beneath the mechanism, disguised as a contemplative study of the mysteries of the machine.

"Well, it's time to leave." Diego picked up the hammer from the ground and said reluctantly. In fact, this hammer was what they had come here for, but both adventurers were already a little out of sight at the moment. If it's not necessary to open the secret door, they won't even look at it again.

It was a large black iron hammer with a large rectangular hammer head engraved with several dwarven letters, the first monogram of Frank Ron Cast Iron. Its hammer handle was made of some kind of cold metal, and the tentacles were so cold that Diego suspected that it wouldn't get hot even if it was left on the fire to roast, and in his memory, only frost steel from the northern continent of Northrend had this property, it was a magical metal that could not be heated, but could only be cold-forged.

"Let's go, we've lost too much time!" Masrae urged again. They turned their heads, took one last look at the vast treasury, and strode towards the door.