After stepping out the door and saying goodbye to Stella, who remained in the house, Vickyly rented a carriage. "Go to the cave door." Vikily commanded the coachman.

Although all kinds of steam machinery are shuttling through the streets and alleys, it seems that most of the residents here are still keen to use horse-drawn carriages as a substitute for transportation, which may be a kind of energy conservation or a kind of emotional pursuit.

The whole city seemed to be shrouded in darkness, except for the horse-drawn carriage lights on the streets, except for a few lights that occasionally shone through the doors and windows. Once underground, many of the buildings were still unarmoured, and suddenly the city seemed to reveal its true face to Draenor, sitting in a dark underground, with only bits and pieces of dim light except for darkness.

The various buildings are encased in metal decks of unknown material, like bunkers. There are also a few buildings that expose part of the foundation, which resembles a platform for steam lifting.

Draenor seems to be familiar with the system: normally the city is exposed to the ground, but when the so-called "Sky Strike" arrives, the entire city slowly hides underground with the sound of an alarm pulling the mechanism.

This tall underground cavern is about 100 meters high, enough to accommodate most buildings to hide underground.

"What a weird building......" Draenor sighed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Tourist, but that's all we can do in the face of the attack of the Southern Beasts." Vicky said teasingly.

"Are the beasts real?" Draenor asked.

"What kind of reporter are you or a fool? Isn't what happened yesterday real, is it still a dream? As soon as Vicky finished answering impatiently, she realized that what she said seemed to be inappropriate, "Hmm...... Let's put it this way, your world, in our mouth, is Canaan, and it must have its own ecosystem, right? But in this land, you can't expect any ecosystem that is normal for the Canaanites, most of us look exactly like the Canaanites and even live like the Canaanites in normal life. But remember the saying – seeing is not always believing. The truth you want will slowly come out over time. ”

"Hmm...... All in all......" Draenor was about to continue, when Vickyrico interrupted him again.

"What's the matter? Problem boys? ”

"No...... You see, I've always wanted to talk about it. You saved my life and gave me such good living conditions...... But I'm just a soldier, or even a prisoner of war, and I have nothing to repay you. Draenor sincerely thanked Viklico in his own way.

Who knew that Vikli hadn't been able to read Draenor's mind this time, she felt a little overwhelmed by this unexpected conversation, and a slight flush appeared on her cheeks, which were not bloody.

Her eyes were a little evasive, and one hand was wrapped around a strand of curly hair, which was the appearance of a young girl in the prime of cardamom.

Vicilico pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Oh, oh... Don't be so polite, the widow is also out of need. There is no way for a person to leave Vlaktu, and the widow also happens to need a trustworthy person to accompany him, and we owe each other. ”

Vicky Ke suddenly replied in a very formal tone, which once again made Draenor doubt the identity of this girl, how she owned the best restaurant in the city in her teens, and why she was able to master so many languages that she had never even heard of, and what was even more strange was that the hotel that Stella said was opened more than ten years ago when the girl was still a baby?

Draenor was staring out the window thinking when suddenly several heavy books flew up and smashed on him.

"Yo, what kind of god are you stunned? Don't miss this rare opportunity, as I told you you need to learn some of the basic phrases here. Vicky said.

She picked up the first book, the cover of which read "Dor Missyarlam" in the same Latin script as his native DoRian language.

"Let's start with this book, the Missalan Poetry. My native Misalan has its own script, but our time may not allow you to learn it from scratch little by little. I've found you a universal edition, written in a script widely used by the Canaanites, and I'll teach you the pronunciation little by little, so let's get started! “

In this way, during the four-hour carriage ride, most of Delaenau's time was spent learning what Viklico called "Missaran."

Although it can be a bit of a headache, Draenor himself knows that the best way to avoid being found to be a foreigner is to familiarize yourself with the local language and customs. And after one of the hardest hours, Draenor discovers that the language isn't particularly complicated.

It was an ancient language, and although Draenor could not yet read its own characters, he only needed to figure out the meaning of words and the grammar of sentences, thanks to the phonetics of the Latin alphabet.

Draenor was a burly young man, but that didn't mean he was a big man, in fact he was very attentive, and often helped other comrades repair guns and tools and even sew clothes in the barracks.

After four hours of study, Draenor has mastered some common words, although the process of memorization is very boring, but with Vicilico seems to be much more efficient, or she has her own set of accelerated teaching methods, it seems that this little girl is sometimes easy to get impatient, but Draenor knows that she is actually very kind and patient at heart, but I don't know why it has been mixed with a little manic, or animal-like beastishness.

As the carriages made their way through the city, Draenor noticed that the carriages around them were getting numerous, and they all seemed to be heading in one direction. This means that they are not far from the only exit cave door.

In the distance, sporadic fires appeared, followed by several tall towers, almost reaching the top of the underground cavern.

"Stop!"

Two high-pitched guards in short robes commanded in Misarian as their spears blocked the way of the carriage, a weapon Draenor had never seen before, more like a giant arrow than a spear, with a large black feather inlaid at its tail.

"From here on, only horse-drawn carriages with official identification imprint documents will be allowed to pass."

The doorman said. The coachman seemed a little flustered, and he knocked respectfully on the roof of the carriage and said to the inside of the carriage:

"Miss... Master, do you have any documents to present? If not, let's talk about the price, and you two can get off! ”

"You don't have to worry." Vicky said as she opened the window and whistled.

A doorman approached the window on Vicrico's side, and he pointed a wary finger at the window. But as he lowered his head to look into the window, Draenor was convinced that he saw that Vickylik was just glaring at the doorman with those blood-red eyes, and the strong man immediately fell to his knees with weakness.

Vikirico's lips seemed to move a few times as the other doorman approached the window, but Delano was sure he hadn't heard anything Vikirico say.

The doorman immediately got up and retreated to his post, allowing the other doorman to put away his weapon and let the carriage pass.

The coachman was a little puzzled, for the first time he had seen the mighty cave guards behave so humbly. But knowing that less is better, he continued to drive through the cave door.

The carriage followed the convoy for an unknown amount of time in the dark cave, and the two finally saw the light.

The surface world has returned to its former life, and there are no more terrible beasts, only the huge rectangular valves left behind by deserted streets and houses. The shadow of the city is gone, and there are no more strange steam devices shuttling through the streets.

That's when Draenor noticed how beautiful the nature around the city was: strange plants surrounded the city, and countless huge spruces pointed up from the hillsides.

From the exit back to the surface from the ground, you can see the coastline to the east of the city, and the sea is not as dark as it was on a boat. On the contrary, it was a light wave, and it was calm.

Deraeno recalls the strange scene he had encountered with the doorman earlier, and he asks Vekirico:

"Just now at the cave door...... Did you say something? ”

"It's nothing, I just tease him with the essence of my mother tongue, but I didn't expect him to be afraid of being like that." Vicky laughed.

"But I seem... I didn't hear anything from you. Draenor was puzzled.

Vicilico thought for a moment and explained to Draenor, "My native language, Messisalan, is spoken only by the indigenous people on this continent, and it is very ancient. While many people can use it skillfully to live and communicate, only those of pure blood can grasp its essence - its true pronunciation is not spoken in most languages, but in a nasal voice, a voice that can only be heard by pure Messians. ”

She took a sip from the jug and continued, "Or you can interpret it as like a bat's ultrasound, because I've long since discovered that there are many races that can respond to this sound. ”

Hearing this, Draenor seemed to see the answers to many doubts,

"So that means you're one of the few pure-bloods in this empire?"

That's the right word, that's pretty much what it means. Hey. Vekily smiled innocently like a girl.

But in the face of this smile, Draenor no longer seems to pay attention to its surface, but the myriad mysterious mysteries hidden under this innocent face.

But he's mentally prepared that whoever she really is, she's his savior. And what he can do for her now is to accompany her on a journey that leads to nowhere.