"Captain, you don't have to do anything, just witness history on the sidelines." The old mage smiled.

"Bastard! Don't impose the conspiracy on us! Dorian, who was as fiery as fire, instantly turned red and roared loudly.

A human third-order female thief was furious, and her figure flashed behind Dorian, and the sharp dagger was already on his waist, "You roar again!" ”

"Stop!" Isarah shouted angrily, trembling with rage, tears already rolling in her eyes.

"Captain!" Rhona screamed, "Let's fight!"

Yu Yu suddenly drew his long sword, pointed it at the female thief who controlled Dorian, and walked over without saying a word. The female thief looked at the white blade that was forcing her, her pupils began to contract, and the fierce light in her eyes became thicker and thicker.

The old mage's face was gloomy, and he raised his hand, "Don't be impulsive, don't make senseless sacrifices, Captain, we are waiting for your decision." ”

At this moment, everyone looked at Isara, with different expressions, Isara's thin lips pursed vigorously, and all kinds of feelings welled up in her heart in an instant, with anger, sadness, and distress......

"Come on." She suddenly beckoned to the three members.

"Let's leave immediately!" Isaraa looked at the three of them, her eyes were full of affection and affection, she stroked everyone's cheeks, and said stupidly: "We still have a long way to go, and there are still very important things to do, and we can't delay any longer."

With that, Ishara took a step, straightened her posture, held the scepter in her hands and stood upright on her chest, and strode out of the dormitory. The other three were also like her, expressionless, and followed closely in a column.

"Stop! You can't go! The old mage turned pale and stretched out his staff to block his way.

Isara's footsteps paused, slowly turned her head, forced her eyes to look at him, her face changed sharply, and she shouted: "I am holding a scepter, followed by 10,000 people in the Arathi Basin, do you dare to do it?!"

Isara's roar was like a lioness guarding her cubs, fearless in the face of a strong enemy, and the old mage was rushed by her momentum, and involuntarily took a step back.

"Forget it, let them go,." Queen Moira sighed and said, "The most crucial step is that they have already done it for us, and we can do the rest ourselves."

Hearing Moella's words, more than a dozen masters moved out of the way, and looked at the four people passing by with complicated expressions.

"Time is urgent, leave them alone, let's get in and act." Moira reminded in a deep voice, and the dozen or so people turned and walked towards the dormitory, contrary to the four members of the envoy group.

Out of the gate of the dormitory, under the surprised gaze of the guards and maids at the gate, Isara's posture remained unchanged, her expression remained unchanged, and she began to gradually accelerate and run with a scepter.

"Quick, we're running out of time." Ishara whispered so that only the three members of the group could hear her.

So, the four of them lined up in a row, chased the scepter and began to run down the palace corridor of Darkhearth City, meeting different eyes.

At the foreground is the slender and tall leader Isara, followed by the dwarf female thief Rona, and then the female undead ghost. The lagging mage Dorian Solomon was the least elegant, and he simply rolled up his hem and tucked it into his belt when he was in the way, like a farmer ready to work in the field.

"TMD, it's not a good place to run, it's too hot." Dorian grumbled quietly.

The faint smile in front of him said, "I seem to have heard someone say foul language just now, and he is still a magician, a son of a nobleman."

"It's not like that!" Lorna chimed in, and the three of them laughed "haha" when they heard the words.

"Follow me and keep the pace even." Isora reminded that her legs were slender and powerful, and she ran with a sense of rhythm.

The four of them ran all the way, all eyes on the scepter, and no one looked around. The palace guards looked at the scepter in their hands, and they didn't dare to stop it at will, so they sent someone into the dormitory to report the news, and let them leave.

An hour later, the envoys ran out of Darkhearth, their backs to the way they came, and ran in the other direction.

At the same time, an earth-shattering event occurred in the dormitory of the Dark Furnace City - the Black Iron Dwarf Thorrisen the Great was assassinated by a team of adventurers. The incident was not immediately exposed, and it was three days after the Black Iron Dwarves learned of the incident.

The people embraced Queen Moella, who was already pregnant with Sorison's flesh and blood, as the queen, and the team of adventurers who assassinated the Emperor fled after wounding Moella, and never been seen since.

Isara's group of four people had no idea or interest in this, they had their own mission to complete, and now that they had no mounts, they could only run, in the Dark Furnace City, in this underground world.

On the first day, they ran out of the center of the dungeon, and on the second day, they went into the outskirts, by which time the four of them were exhausted and fell asleep under a corner.

The underworld is day and night, and the weather does not change, and they don't know how long they slept until they were woken up by a man.

"Envoys, get up and drink some water, if you continue to sleep like this, you will be dehydrated." A thick male voice came, but it couldn't wake up the four people who were hungry and trapped to the extreme.

Seeing that they couldn't wake them up, they stretched out their short, stained hands, pressed them on Isara's shoulders and shook them. Isara's shock woke up, and she subconsciously snatched the scepter and held it in her arms before looking up at the comer.

This is a dwarf with a big beard (male dwarves are all bearded...... Only one pair of eyes was revealed, and he smiled gently at them.

"It's not easy to go out, since you sleep in front of my house, then I can't watch you die of thirst and starvation." The dwarf said, and took out a wooden barrel from behind him, which was full of clear spring water.

When the four of them saw the water, they suddenly felt smoke start to rise from their throats, and after thanking them repeatedly, they took turns pouring water with wooden buckets. A full bucket of 50 catties of water is full, and you will see the bottom after a circle.

The dwarf watched happily, and when they had drunk to their heart's content, he brought out a basket from the other side, in which was a basket full of wheat cakes.

Touched by this, Ishara sat down on the ground and thanked her, "On behalf of the Arathi Basin, thank you for your help, you will be blessed by that land, and good luck will always be by your side."

"Aha." The dwarf laughed and said, "Accept your blessing, noble lady, and I will definitely travel to the Arathi Basin when I have time, and visit my brothers who have settled there."

After thinking about it, the dwarf old ale asked again, "Envoys, where are you going?" Look at the direction you are going, are you going to burn the plains? ”

Hearing this, the four envoys stopped swallowing, glanced at each other, and Isara, "The Burning Plains is not our destination, we are going further away."

Old Ale shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The Burning Plains is occupied by a group of black dragons, although you are envoys with a scepter, but those black dragons may not let you go."

Isara, in turn, comforted, "There is no conflict between the Arathi Basin and the Black Dragons, so it is not good for us to stay."

The dwarf nodded, shook it again, and finally sighed, "Anyway, the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, I hope you cherish it."

Isora stood up, put away the rest of the wheat cake, stuffed a money bag into the ale's arms, and said, "We need to buy some more water, and then please show me why."

"Water is not an issue." The old dwarf returned the money bag to Isara, sighed and went back to the house, muttering, "It is said that Nefarian will go to bed in two hours, I don't know if it's true." ”

Two hours later, a team of four envoys assembled in front of a cave filled with tongues of fire and roaring. Unlike just now, they changed their clothes and wore black iron chain mail with high fire resistance, which is a treasure of dwarven ale.

"You must follow this way." Ishara instructed again.

"Hmm!" The three of them nodded heavily, their faces full of determination.

Glancing at the three members of the group with their faces covered in black and dust, Isara took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and rushed into the fire with a scepter. The three people behind immediately followed, stepping on her footsteps and running forward, or disappearing into the sea of fire. (To be continued.) )