In the world of Azeroth, the Blackstone Abyss, which has also become one of the dungeons in the game, is a little different from many other dungeons.

Most of the other dungeons have something that "something needs to be solved urgently by adventurers".

Or it has become a "hiding place for the XX big bad guys", and there are even "XX big events" that are happening and urgently need the help of adventurers.

If you force the routine, the Blackstone Abyss has some similar things, but compared to the size of the entire copy, those that are provided to adventurers as quests are less than half of them.

Most of them are still in the realm of what you can do or what you can do about it.

This happens, on the one hand, because the designers of this area, the old-fashioned designers who are deeply influenced by the idea of "the deepest dungeon".

(The so-called old-fashioned school is the design of a dungeon that is very complex and substantial, but there is no task to guide you, and it is completely up to you to explore the design)

On the other hand, when the Blackstone Abyss was designed by the designers, it was not a quest for adventurers to use.

It's the main city of the Black Iron Dwarves...... In a sense, it's a thing with Stormwind in the Elwyn Forest and Ironforge in Danmorrow.

At most, one is in the dungeon and one is in the wild.

One has a bunch of red monsters to scare the "greedy adventurers" back, and the other is a place where adventurers gather together.

This difference in design from other dungeons has led to the existence of a place like the Blackstone Bar where "greedy adventurers" will not passively enter the battle.

Mishan is now sitting in the legendary Black Iron Bar, drinking the Black Iron Spirits, a specialty of the Black Iron Dwarves.

…… It is said to be a spirit, and in the feeling of Yoneshan, it is a beer with a slightly higher alcohol content, but in terms of taste and aftertaste, these black iron spirits have the feeling of high-end dark beer.

It is said that among the three dwarf races, the black iron dwarf who plays the role of the villain is the best at brewing wine, and it is true.

The purest thunder wine brewed by the Dwarven Thunder Wine family of Ironforge Castle, Mishan has never drunk it.

But the ones that Magni Copperbeard, the king of copperbeards, drank by the barrel before, are completely incomparable to what Rice Shan drinks now.

After drinking the Black Iron Spirits, the thunder wine and ale sold in Stormwind City can be evaluated by the classic phrase "your horse is well nourished".

Greenhill sat at the table next to Misang, chatting with a black iron dwarf with a very respectful expression.

This Black Iron Dwarf named Agmanch is the leader of the Darkfurnace puppet army, and is almost the most brilliant engineer among the Black Iron Dwarves.

When it comes to rebuilding the G-type all-terrain off-roader, it would be best if you could ask him for help.

After all, even the blacksmiths of the Thor Silver Brotherhood may not be able to talk to an engineer like Greenhill, and seemingly similar professional skills are interlaced.

Originally, the puppet commander Agmanch didn't want to deal with the two humans, Misr and Greenhill.

It wasn't until he saw the structural diagram of the "Field Repair Robot 110G" drawn by Greenhill on the spot, that he immediately regarded Greenhill as a celestial like those dwarf engineers in Stormwind.

The black iron spirits that Mi Shan is drinking now are the ones he paid for.

If Greenhill hadn't made it clear that he refused, the puppet commander would probably have to apprentice.

Regarding this scene, Mishan could only say that fortunately, Greenhill took out an evolved version of the "Field Repair Robot Type 74A" that this puppet commander would research in the future.

If Greenhill directly put the robot butler Jia ...... Well, when Kieves's structural drawings come out, won't the three views collapse?

In fact, because she was annoyed by the puppet commander, Greenhill threw out several technologies that were far ahead of her time, leaving Agmanch, who was still a red monster in her eyes, into a daze.

Regardless of whether the air is polluted or not, Mishan, who was smoking a pipe, looked at the black iron dwarves in the bar who had drunk and started to tap dance, and said to Greenhill in a subtle tone:

"It seems that among these Black Iron Dwarves, the current King of the Black Iron Dwarves, Dagran Soreson, is still quite popular."

"So far, my lord." Greenhill followed Mishan's words.

Through just half a day's observation, Mi Shan saw a lot of minus points in this group of black iron dwarves.

Perhaps they have long given up hope, or have simply forgotten it, and most of the Black Iron Dwarves have been tainted with the character of the Firedemon King as irritable, irritable, and stubborn...... Well, the latter one seems to be a common problem of dwarves.

It's not enough to think about some of my unpleasant plans to destroy the world, but judging by the fact that they can comfortably enslave those who are weaker than themselves, and at the same time talk openly with cultists like Twilight's hammer.

These Black Iron Dwarves...... It's not for nothing that it's set to be a red name monster in the game.

As Mi Shan spoke, the two of them, who seemed to notice that the style of the painting was out of tune with the surrounding environment, a human woman wearing a purple robe and a twilight logo tattooed on her forehead took the initiative to come up.

"You ...... Is it the human dragon slayer that has been rumored to be known even to Emperor Thoreson? ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mi Shan, who had the feeling of ice water pouring into his ears, frowned.

Noticing the change in Misu-sama's expression, Greenhill glared directly at the Twilighthammer believer and said, "Get out of the way, Old God believers." ”

Greenhill's words directly made this female Twilight's hammer believer who was dressed as luxuriously as possible, wearing a pair of pure gold lip rings and nose rings on her face alone.

Before she could figure out why Greenhill, a human dragon slayer, had exposed the truth about the Twilight Hammer Sect as soon as she came up, she heard Rice Shan say:

"Judging by your performance, you're in a high position in Twilight's hammer."

"I've always been curious about whether you Twilight Hammer believe in Cthun behind the Wall of Silysus Beetles, or Yogsaron imprisoned in Ulduar, Enzos under the Endless Sea, or Aschaji who was killed 10,000 years ago?"

With each name, Gstahn, the Inquisitor of the Twilight Hammer Church in the Darkfurnace City of the Black Stone Abyss, the gathering place of the Black Iron Dwarves, turned pale.

Well, with a heavy foundation, you can't see how pale her face really is.

"You...... How do you know, mortals......" Gstaon said in a frightened tone, "why do you know so many secrets?" ”

"Don't you know that too? And...... When did you feel like you weren't mortal. Mishan asked with a smile.

"My great master has blessed me, don't compare me with you mortals!" As Gstaon spoke, his originally amorous body bulged out from time to time under his clothes.

Mishan, who didn't seem to see the changes in the other party's body, thought for a while and said, "Well, it won't be Sara......"

"Shut up! Mortal! Gstahn's voice was so loud that it silenced the otherwise noisy Black Iron Bar.

For the bar owner, who was very dissatisfied with this state, a leprosy dwarf Pragg who was covered in skin diseases said:

"Hey, guys, if you want to fight, go out and fight, and if you break the tables, chairs and benches here, you will have to pay double compensation!"

It seemed that the leper dwarf had some deterrent power, and the inquisitor Gstahn suppressed his urge to dedicate himself to his master, and stared at Mishan deeply.

Ignoring the menacing look, Misr said to Greenhill, "Take a moment to clean up the Twilight Hammer here." ”

The evil god tentacles are strange or something, except for the one surnamed Sui, who is a super annoying guy.

"Yes, sir."

Hearing Mishan's words, Prager relied on his small body as a dwarf, jumped directly onto the table in front of Mishan and said:

"Hey, I mean, do you two humans know what Twilight's hammer is?"

"There is nothing in this world that my master does not know." In the face of Prager's impolite gestures to Lord Misrarian, Greenhill snapped.

"Oh oh, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just used to it, I have a psychiatric certificate from Nomorigen Hospital." Prague hurriedly jumped to another table and said.

"What you just said was that you were concerned about us? Still is...... Want to help us destroy the Twilight Hammer? Mishan took a puff on his pipe and asked the boss.

"Of course I care about you, I don't want the guests of King Thoresen to die at the hands of those Twilight Hammers." Prager is serious, as if it were meant to be.

“…… Belch? Aren't the Old Gods one of the ultimate enemies of you Burning Legion? Mishan deliberately made a look of surprise.

"......" Pragg, whose body froze visibly, said, "I'm just a warlock, and I'm not ready to sell my soul to those demons yet." ”

"Hmm." Mishan did not dismiss Prager's words, but only glanced at the "leper dwarf" who called himself a "warlock" with meaningful eyes

Greenhill touched the hilt of his sword, and he had the feeling that he might be going on a killing spree in Darkforge.