Puppet Commander Agmanche, one of the famous technicians among the Black Iron Dwarves, only took twenty-five years from the first sight of the stone puppet to the later making of the stone puppet - this length of time is not too short for a long-lived dwarf, so he is also known as the "puppet commander". To this day, no one knows exactly how Agmanch drove these bulky stones.

However, compared to other dwarven warriors, Agmanch himself is not outstanding in combat power, and he has to rely on his own puppets to solve problems more often.

"We walked along the wall on the left and tried not to be exposed." Diego pretended to be relaxed, he didn't want the Night Elves to be too nervous. But in fact, once exposed, it would be a disaster, and the dense black iron dwarves here could drown them in the blink of an eye.

Thankfully, there are a lot of materials and golem parts piled up here and there, giving them plenty of hiding places.

Two—no, three even in the Kanhaifa—uninvited guests slowly moved forward, much slower than they expected, for there were so many Black Iron Dwarven craftsmen and mages in this hall that one or several would pass by where they were hiding every few seconds. It took them a long time to get their hands on the outside of the small room where Agamanch was.

Looking in from the door, the room was a mess, the floor was littered with drawings and parchments, and the slate they needed was casually thrown in a corner of the room - Agmanch looked much more careless than Angover, in fact, it was a common problem among technologists, who saw everything else add up to far less important than their research.

"Let me go!" The Night Elf whispered volunteerly. In fact, this is the best choice - among the three people (leopard), he is the most suitable to do this kind of stealing and stealing dogs.

"Be careful." Diego agreed, and he moved into the darker area, watching the druid panther move into the small room little by little. But for some reason, Diego always felt a little uneasy, as if he had forgotten something very important.

The druid's infiltration was so smooth that Agmanch didn't seem to notice it, and he kept crawling on the workbench tinkering with something. When the Night Elf got his hands on the slate, he even twisted it a few times to express his excitement, much to Diego's annoyance - although he couldn't see Masrae, Diego could roughly tell what he was doing based on the shadow of the living treasure.

Accidents always happen inadvertently. Just as Masrae was about to head back as he reached the slate, the puppet commander suddenly stood up from his chair in front of the workbench. The hearts of the adventurers were lifted at once.

The druid panther tried to curl himself up in the shadow behind a large wooden box, making his shadow look like a part of the shadow of the wooden box.

Agamanch didn't do anything, he walked to the shelf on the other side of the room, where there was a certain part he needed. But when he walked past the panther, he stopped. In fact, although he was not aware of anything, Agmanch was almost instinctively suspicious of the shadow, and he looked up, at the torches on the wall, and then at the shadow. But from that angle, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this shadow.

Diego muttered a few words of confusion as he saw him, then picked up a part from the shelf and turned to walk towards the workbench on the side of the room.

Diego let out a long sigh. "It's dangerous!" He sighed in his heart.

However, in the next moment, Agamanch made a move that frightened Diego, he dropped the parts in his hand, and then pulled a short wooden stick from his waist and slammed it into the ground.

Diego finally remembered what he had forgotten - this dwarf was a shaman! Although this profession is extremely rare among dwarves, even less than pandas, he is, genuine, and fake.

With the dwarf's spell, the totem was activated. A fist-sized ball of lava appeared at the tip of the stick, and the fireball was as bright as breathing, tumbling and tumbling.

A few seconds later, the lava ball exploded,

The blast rippled like water, but as it passed Agmanche, the fiery magma shone away from him as if spiritual. It is the will of the elements, and they never harm the intelligent beings they themselves choose and accept.

The panther screamed and jumped out of the shadows and fled towards Diego. He was on fire, his fur was still stuck to the specks of lava, and the air smelled of his fur being burnt.

"Roll! Masrae, roll! Diego reminded again and again, and he raised his hand and shot Agmanche.

A cloud of orange flame bloomed in the muzzle, but the sound was not loud - on the way to the Abyss of Blackstone, Diego made a simple earthen silencer out of iron pipes and runes in front of the barrel. This is not only to prevent the sound of gunfire from attracting more enemies, but more importantly, to shoot in the corridors and caves, the huge echo, not to mention the enemy, even you can't stand it.

However, the dwarven shaman was clearly premeditated, and at the same time as he threw the lava totem, he had already grabbed his shield from the table, a thick iron plate that looked like a black iron shell removed from a battle golem.

The bullet sparked at the iron shell, but not a single white mark remained.

"Catch them!" Agmanch yelled angrily, but instead of stepping forward, he took a few steps back and activated the lightning shield on his body. A crackling layer of lightning energy appeared in front of him, swirling and swirling. Even Diego in the distance could feel a hairpit stand on end.

Behind him, two huge black iron colossas walked towards the adventurers with earth-shattering steps.

At this moment, Masrae finally extinguished the fire on his body, and although his fur looked a little bald from the burn, he did not leave any major injuries.

"Let go of that dwarf and let me come!" He rushed over and shouted through gritted teeth. But Diego woke him up with a slap in the face.

"it, run, man!" Diego flicked his rifle behind his back and strode towards the other exit in the hall of the workshop. At the same time, at his request, the spirit of the cheetah released his own energy, and he ran faster.

"What?" Masrae shouted in disbelief, but when he saw the shape around him, he also swooped out, running faster than Diego.

By this time, almost all of the Black Iron Dwarves had already focused their attention on these two outsiders, including, of course, the ferocious-looking Yellow Leopard.

The Black Iron Dwarves of the entire workshop were dispatched, including those Dwarven Technicians, although their combat effectiveness may not be very strong, but they were strong enough, and the advantage in numbers also gave them enough psychological security.

But truth be told, the little short legs of the Black Iron Dwarves were not suitable for running, and by the time they started to catch up, the outsiders had already run across the bridge across the lava river and started playing hide and seek with the Black Iron Dwarves on the streets of the city. Since it was the Arena Open Day, after the first half of the night's revelry, the residents of the city were either sleeping in the Arena or at home, so there were no accidents on the road.

"This way, the other side is the road to the lecture hall and the throne hall, that's a dead end." At the turn of an avenue, Diego grabbed Masrae and said. Killing the General, sacking the Treasury, and rescuing Windsor weren't a big deal for the Black Iron Dwarves, but offending or even hurting the Black Iron King, Dagran Thorrison, was a big deal, though Diego doubted they would be able to do it. They will face a never-ending pursuit of the Black Iron Dwarves, and Diego bets that even if they run to the southernmost pirate city of Hidden Treasure Bay, these Black Iron Dwarves will not hesitate to chase them over.

Not only that, but the dwarves would even offer all the gold coins to reward their heads, which was really the size of the world at that time, and there was no place for them to stand.

After more than ten minutes, the Black Iron Dwarves who felt that something was wrong finally changed their approach, and they changed from a simple tailgating pursuit to attacking from all sides, encircling and intercepting them. In this way, although the adventurers ran faster, in just a few minutes, they had already had several crises. If they weren't alert enough, they might even collide with the dwarves blocking the road.

However, although there is no danger, their living space has begun to be squeezed out.

Finally, after entering a narrow alley, they heard the voices of people coming from both ends of the alley.

The faces of the two men finally changed, and they could almost see the panic and despair on each other's faces.

"Alright, it's time, let's fight, brother!" Masrae said with a resolute face that he didn't want to be captured again.

"Go big!" Diego agreed. Mom~, Lao Tzu is really not the protagonist of the time-traveling drama, he is going to die for the second time so soon. He laughed at himself helplessly. He patted the Night Elf on the shoulder, and suddenly felt that someone was with him, and death was not so unacceptable, "Brother, being able to die with you is something worth bragging about for a lifetime!" ”

"Me too." Masrae said with some sadness, to be honest, in Darnassus, there is really no one who is so compatible with him, I have to say, he is a strange flower among the Night Elves.

"I hope I won't die too badly." He grinned and laughed, "I'll tell you a secret, Diego, I'm actually afraid of pain." ”

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I'll give you a good one." Diego replied with a big grin, but for some reason, in the midst of this nonsense, his originally panicked heart gradually calmed down.

"Come on, son of a bitch!" He scolded viciously, then pulled out a full magazine and filled it into the magazine. If there's a thick, long cigar in your mouth at this time, it's cool. As he was loading, he suddenly thought to himself.

"Hey, you two, now is not a good time to show your feelings, come over here!" Just then, on a corner by the street, a small inconspicuous door opened. A black iron dwarf shouted at them.

"Do you know him?" Masrae looked at the hunter in disbelief and said, although he was accustomed to the vast powers of his teammates, he still couldn't accept that he even had acquaintances here - you know, in this underground city, if it wasn't for the connections, who would risk their lives to save an outsider?

"Until now, I don't know!" Diego said ambiguously, although he already had some guesses about the identity of the dwarf, but he was not yet sure.

But no matter what, the two people who were desperate rushed to the small door with their hands and feet, and when there was a way to live, no one would be stupid to send them to death.