In the world of Attas, Tyre is home to one of the largest iron mines in the world. The iron mine is located two days outside the city and is protected by a tall wall. During the reign of the Witch King Karak, tens of thousands of slaves entered the deep and curved veins of this iron ore mine, exchanging their blood and sweat for precious rough iron ore.

People around the world talk about the high-quality iron produced in Tyre with admiration, but what they don't know is that the iron ore mines themselves are older than Tyre. Long before the time of the Witch King, before the battle of purification swept across the land, before the first magic of the primordial warlock Rajatmin, iron ore had been stored. []

During the Battle of the Purification, the iron mine was captured by Karak, who reduced the captured non-human races to slavery and threw them here to mine. These prisoners of war, whom the Witch King called humanoids, became the first slave miners, toiling in the mines deep beneath the fourteen fire peaks. It was the ore dug up by these slaves that gave the Witch King's army high-quality weapons, and gradually wiped out more than a dozen non-human intelligent races in the fifteen-century purification war.

An ordinary mine is a dark and cold place, carved out of the cold, dead stone. But Tyre's iron ore is built on a volcano, and its heart is a raging flame of rage. As a result, the inside of the mine in Tyre was hot, and as the shafts were drilled deeper, the temperatures rose higher and higher. The slaves were toiling in ovens, the rocks around them were so hot that they could barely be touched, and the smell of sulfur and gas filled the air, burning in the lungs. And even with the thickest boots, the soles of your feet will be blistered. Sometimes, they break through the walls of caves in search of new veins, only to encounter steam, boiling water, or lava. Some of the shafts were so low that the slaves could not stand, so they had to crawl or bend over to walk. In the reddened darkness, there are monsters.

Once the most powerful intelligent creature on Attas, the dragon was hunted by the Witch Kings during the Battle of Purification. Strong physique and huge body, but extremely fragile in the face of magic. One by one, the dragons were knocked down, and some of the survivors had to transform into human forms and hide in human society, while others hid far away.

The salamanders that infested the mines are said to be the offspring of some of the hidden dragons. They are unable to soar, their eyes are covered with a thick layer of white puff, and they are almost blind. But they can breathe fire, they can dig holes in rocky soil. Young salamanders are no bigger than a jump, but they grow throughout their lives, even to the size of a real dragon, and they don't like to be disturbed.

In the drilled shafts, there are often blackened corpses left behind by entire teams of slave miners who have been burned to death by salamanders. In addition to this, strange diseases began to appear among the miners, which came very violently, often taking the life of a healthy slave in a single day. And even a slave who had worked in the mines for a thousand days without getting sick could suddenly fall ill with this strange disease on the first thousand and one day, and die a tragic death, and his body would become as withered and thin as a hundred-year-old man.

The slaves died in large numbers, but Karak didn't care, he always had a war to win. Iron and other metals are much more important than human life. After the Purge War, Karak fought the other Witch Kings again. In every war, the Witch King led his army to capture thousands of slaves. During the brief period of peace between the two wars, he allowed the slaves to multiply on their own, and the most disobedient ones were sent to die in the reddened darkness of the earth.

The slaves rose up in revolt, and countless uprisings broke out in the mines, but all in vain. The Witch King and his minions possess magic, and magic can only be fought against by magic. It is very dangerous for the weak to challenge magic.

After the Revolution in Tyre, the iron mines were on the verge of abandonment, as the freed slaves were reluctant to stay and die. However, due to the pressure of the Witch King's coalition forces, one of the leaders of the revolution, Councillor Shatiri, formed a special internal guard called Salafiste and captured the former slaves who had left the iron mines. Under the supervision of this internal guard unit, the iron ore mine was back in operation. Its output was much higher than during the Witch King's time, and it provided a large number of weapons for Tyr's new army.

Muhadi and Fahd were chased by the cavalry of the Witch King's coalition for a long time, and it was only when they were sure that they had run to a place where they would not attract attention, and the boy showed his abilities and fought with the pursuers. The six cavalrymen from Euric were all hand-picked, but were defeated against a psychic warlock and a brilliant elven warrior. One of the riders finally saw a bad chance and tried to escape, but Muhadi's stone claw with his ability grabbed one of the claws of the Grey Scaly Bird, and he threw it off the bird's back, breaking Khara's neck in one fell swoop.

Seeing that they had already dispersed with the other elves, the two had no intention of joining them again, and simply walked directly in the direction of Tyr under Muhadi's construction. Being able to inform the Ruling Council of the appearance of the Witch King coalition army is also a credit.

After walking for a while, Fahd's eyes were sharp, and the wall of the Tyre iron mine appeared in the distance. "Isn't this mountain range where the Iron Mines of Tyre are located? Let's go there and take a look, and maybe we'll find the people of Tyre. ”

Although Muhati was an officer in Tyre, he was not as familiar with the surrounding geography as Fahd. Although this iron mine is very famous, he has never been to it himself, and he doesn't know if it is here, so he just nodded and did not raise any objections. The elf had followed the caravan north and south, and he had a wealth of knowledge, and the use of psionic detection showed that he had no other thoughts, so the boy decided to follow.

The two of them quickly came to the front of the wall, where many soldiers patrolled back and forth, and a tall Muer soldier saw someone riding over, observed for a while, and then shouted in reassurance: "Elves! ”

The Witch Kings are all extreme humanists, murderers of genocide, and naturally do not like to appoint non-human races as soldiers, which is why the Moorish soldier was relieved when he saw Fahd's elven face. However, Muhati felt that the other party was too lax, no matter how much the witch kings hated the non-human race, it was still very easy to catch an elf as a leader.

The only entrance to the iron mine was an oak iron gate twenty feet in front of them. The surrounding walls were made of smooth black market blocks, which Muhadi guessed were volcanic rock. There is a staircase around the perimeter of the wall, also made of black stone, that leads to the top of the wall. The stones on the staircase look old, and many of them are worn down to the point that they form a bowl. In the higher places, they were replaced by a steep wooden staircase, which could be put away by the people on the fence in case of trouble.

The idea behind this strange design is that the walls of the iron mine were not built to protect against foreign enemies, but to protect against the slaves inside. Muhadi can imagine the overseers who patrolled the wall in the days of the Witch King, whose duty was to prevent slaves from escaping, rather than outsiders coming to raid them.

The boy revealed his identity, and when he was confirmed, the tall Moorish ordered them to be let in. Muhadi and Fahd walked up the stairs to the wall, and when he saw that the black stones had a warm feeling when he stepped on them, even through his shoes.

The wooden ladder was very steep, and the Moorish stood at the head of the wall, and stretched out his hand to pull the two of them. Muhadi had a crush on the man, but was keenly aware that the music he had heard from the Butcher of Truth was echoing in the minds of each of the soldiers here. He knew that this was Ekismin's anti-mind-reading strategy, so the identities of these people in front of him were self-evident—they were the original revolutionaries of Tyr.

"Gladiator?" Fahd asked aloud as he was pulled up.

The Moorish man listened to the heroic smile and recognized it. He wore a plain leather apron and belt, no armor, and his strong muscles were undisguised. The Muers are a hybrid of humans and dwarves, they cannot be born naturally, and must be potions to help human females conceive dwarven seeds. The birth of the Muir is often the moment of maternal death. As a half-breed, this kind of person naturally has the strength and physique of a dwarf, and the human stature and agility, making it an excellent candidate for gladiators.

"Former gladiators, my friends. The Moorish man was very kind and patted them on the back, "If I were still in the arena now, I would probably have been eaten by some wild beast." Thanks to the revolution, my life can be more worthwhile. ”

"You were chased by the minions of the Witch Kings just now, and now you must be very tired, I can take you to your room to rest. He said bluntly, "I'm sorry we don't have the right conditions right now, all the rooms are the same, dusty, stuffy and airtight, I hope you can understand." ”

Fahd was a well-informed person, so he started talking to the other party, and the man replied casually. Muhati saw that many of the soldiers here were former gladiators, and guessed that it was the Deep Red Army led by Councillor Rikas. He was anxious to report the information of the Witch King's coalition army, so he asked, "Do you know where the command tent of our Tyr army is here? ”

Hearing the word military intelligence, the big man became a little stricter, "I know, but who are you going to report to?"

"Mistress Rickas isn't here, and if he's there, I'll report to him. ”

Hearing this, the Moors stretched out their large hand and pressed it on the boy's shoulder, "I was called the god of the arena before, because I was the champion of the gladiators of Tyre. But I've never been called an adult, and I don't like to be called that. Since you are also an officer of Tyr, then we are brothers who will fight against the tyranny of the Witch King, just call me Rikas!"

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