True to its name, Scorching Canyon is a scorching place, where there is raging magma everywhere, and the ground is scorched black by the heat. It's hard to imagine that there are 300,000 Black Iron Dwarves living in such a place.

There are very few surface buildings here, and it looks deserted on the surface, but in fact the underground has been completely hollowed out, and a city larger than the Iron Fort is buried deep underground.

Not far from the Seyin Pass, a sentry appeared ahead, with an entrance to the underground beside the outpost, guarded by several guards. The same entrances are numerous in the Scorching Gorge, serving as a gateway for the dungeon's inhabitants to communicate with the outside world, the largest of which is located at the foot of the Blackstone Mountain at the junction with the Burning Plains, leading directly to the capital of the Black Iron Dwarves, Darkheart.

However, the Black Iron Dwarves are fighting the Black Dragons entrenched in the Burning Plains there, and they have been abandoned.

Surrounded by two groups of men, the envoys rushed straight in, and the most magnificent dungeon was displayed before their eyes. First of all, there is a sloping downward passage, which is 10 meters wide and high, and the walls of the passage are smooth and flat, reinforced with volcanic ash, and the appearance is thick and simple.

After about 10 minutes of running down the passage, you will enter the outer edge of the dungeon, where a large space has been carved into the ground, and countless stone chambers have been carved out of the stone walls on all sides for the Black Iron Dwarves to live in. After driving through a large underground space, you enter a passage and the next underground settlement is not far ahead.

The entire dungeon is composed of such underground spaces, the largest of which is the Dark Furnace City, located at the foot of the Black Rock Mountain. Each space here is equivalent to a small town, which not only has various living facilities, but also merchants from all over the world to walk and trade, and the alliance tribes have it, but the largest number is the goblins.

The Scorching Gorge produces the finest Thorsilver and black iron, and the dwarves dig up the minerals, melt them into finished products, and exchange them for food that cannot be grown locally.

Walking through one place after another, unimaginable spectacular scenes appeared in front of them, but the four-member envoys had no intention of appreciating them. They knew they were caught up in a conspiracy, which was terrible, and even worse they had no way of knowing the specifics of the conspiracy.

However, under the instructions of the regiment commander Isara, they did not try to verify, nor did they speak, and the atmosphere in the team was indescribably depressing.

The Scorching Canyon wasn't huge, but it still took two days to reach its destination, and Olgu seemed to be in a hurry more than Isara, and at his constant urging, the team kept going at full speed, changing mounts at the military supply depot every other section.

As they approached Darkforge, the atmosphere of the team became inexplicably tense, and no one spoke from the next day, except for the occasional command from Olgu.

Underground day and night, all the way forward, passing through the space more and more large, and finally after passing through a military camp, the city of Dark Furnace arrived.

The first thing that catches your eye is a huge and magnificent square, behind which is a 30-meter-high gate with a promenade of equal height. From time to time, black iron dwarves wearing gorgeous robes came and went in and out of the corridor, leading the guards and servants, all of whom should be local officials and dignitaries.

With such a majestic atmosphere, on this continent, except for the Dark Furnace City, he doesn't think about it.

"Your guest has arrived, get out of the way!" Olgu roared loudly, drove the goats to the forefront, and led the whole team directly into the palace. Those black iron dwarves hurriedly gave way to the side of the road, looking at the convoy running wild in the imperial city in surprise, but after seeing the scepter in Isara's hand, they looked at each other suddenly.

The only people who can carry swords and soldiers in the imperial city are the missions of other countries, but no one knows the scepter.

In a whisper of speculation, Ishara held the scepter, expressionless, and did not respond. This arrogant gesture immediately aroused the displeasure of the Black Iron Dwarf nobles, who pointed at Isara and shouted a rebuke, but that was limited to it, and the envoys did not dare to touch it.

The Dark Furnace City was beyond imagination, and after the convoy ran along the central axis for half an hour, it was only at the end that a huge complex of buildings of great grandeur appeared in front of them. This is the heart of the Darkhearth - the dormitory of Emperor Thoresson.

In front of the tall door of the dormitory, there was already a group of maids waiting, most of them wearing black skirts, except for the first dwarf woman wearing a white gauze skirt.

It's hard to describe dwarven women as beautiful or unbeautiful, they all look the same to outsiders, and there are even rumors that dwarven women have big beards. Of course, these are just the strange stories of the village husband and foolish woman, and the dwarven woman will never grow a beard, except for those with hormonal imbalances......

None of the dwarven women in this group were hormonally imbalanced, and they looked delicately skinned, much whiter than the copperbearded dwarven women. In comparison, the woman in the white dress in the lead had a darker complexion, but she had a graceful bearing that ordinary women did not have, and the four envoys couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Before the convoy came to greet the crowd, Qi Shushu stopped his mount, and Olgu led the soldiers to kneel on their knees and bowed down in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, the Arathi Basin Envoys, a total of 20 people, have arrived. ”

The envoys were shocked when they heard this, and it seemed that this dwarven woman in a white gauze dress was the empress of Emperor Thoresson, the daughter of King Magni of Ironforge - Copperbeard, and the robbed Princess Moira.

However, contrary to the legend, the queen Moira showed no signs of being imprisoned, and her expression did not shrank, and when she heard that the envoys were coming, she smiled gently and walked up to Ishara herself.

"Your envoy is here, the Dark Furnace City is shining, and Moira is far away." Moira speaks appropriately and behaves dignifiedly, with a royal atmosphere. As an envoy, Isara, did not dare to be rude, and hurriedly led the three of them out of the car and bowed down.

"How dare you Labor Your Majesty personally greet you, we will pass by your country on behalf of the Arathi Basin......"

Before Ishara could finish her sentence, her elbow was held and she couldn't bow down.

"Your envoy doesn't need to be polite, His Majesty the Emperor is already waiting in the side hall, come in with me." Queen Moira took Isara's hand and said softly.

After that, Her Majesty took Isara's hand and entered the palace together.

As soon as she stepped through the palace gate, Isara's face sank, and she stopped and looked back. I saw that the group of people also followed, and they all looked calm.

"Your Majesty, they are not of unknown origin, and they are not members of the legations." At this point, Isara's fearlessness was gone, and she said as she stood in front of Queen Moira, her hand already touching the dagger at her waist. Rhona and Dorian hurriedly protected Isara's sides, and simply "drew their swords against each other", and the situation instantly became tense.

This is the Dark Furnace City, where tens of thousands of masters gather in iron armor, no matter how powerful your squad is, you can't turn the sky here.

Of the four, only Youyou looked left and right, lost in thought.

Contrary to the envoys' expectations, the strong team not only did not immediately burst out and hurt people, but instead laughed at each other.

"You really love to joke." Queen Moella's soft words came from behind her, and Isara's shoulders tightened, and one hand came up.

"Let's go quickly, don't keep Your Majesty waiting." Moira grabbed Isara's shoulders and dodged sideways to the gang of strong men.

Those people all bowed their heads, and one of the old human mages bent down and bowed, and said respectfully: "Your Royal Highness, the king misses you very much, and he hopes that you can go back as soon as possible after your business is done."

As soon as they heard this, the four of them looked at each other, and the king in that person's mouth could not be anyone else, but the king of Ironforge, Magni-Copperbeard! (To be continued.) )