I've forgotten how many times I've been here, including what I was doing last time.

So much time has passed, and the memories of some things have literally gone with the wind, oh no, I can still remember. As I walked, I thought about how many times I had been here, but as soon as I remembered that I had returned to Stormwind as a dead man and had passed through here again on my way back north, I saw the three of them stagnant.

Let's just say they're here to die!

How big is Blackstone Mountain, I'm talking about the interior, I don't know, I don't think many people know. Initially descending from the crater to the bottom, following the River of Flames into an excavation site, wandering around the dark cave once but not understanding it at all, I just knew that the place was supposed to lead deeper into the mountain.

But this time, instead of going from below, the three men went up the crater into the territory of the Black Iron Dwarves.

They must be lost, they don't have to think about it, just look at the way the three of them get together, you can tell that they feel lost in this huge underground city.

Confused is right, I'm here...... Well, it's been several times and I haven't figured out what the hell is like here. To be honest, if you let me go in and walk around again at this time, there is a high probability that I will make a mistake several times. I don't know which lady gave them the courage to break in.

Even if the three of them go bravely, the deeper they go, the more likely they are to be discovered, after all, it is only a matter of time before they are discovered according to their current methods. Sneak in quietly, don't kill people! But by this time they had already killed several people. Not to mention whether you can find these unlucky people who were killed when you rotate positions, the three of them, especially the big one of the Night Elves, can't find out that the black iron dwarves are collectively sick and have become deaf and blind.

As I watched as the three of them discussed what they were going to do, the Night Elf turned into a swarthy thing, and the faint light of the fire made me know it was a panther.

From standing to lying on his stomach, the height has decreased, but the width of his shoulders has not become smaller, so his length makes me frown. But fortunately, this guy's body is dark throughout, and its body color is a very good protective color in this originally dim place.

The elf vanished, and though I didn't see how it was done, it did, and the two of them waited where they were. After a while, the two of them suddenly moved, and Varian ran forward after the dwarf in front of him. When they ran a little farther away, I quickly followed, I don't know, the vanished Night Elf really killed the killer inside after transforming into a black panther!

The cat walks unusually flexibly and quietly, so to speak, almost without movement, and this guy who has become a panther perfectly replicates the advantage of the cat walking without sound and quietly. I was stunned! That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

But it's only a matter of time before the fallen body is found, and they don't clean it up! If it is really discovered...... Hum! I don't know if they have thought about the consequences.

Some of the places that fell were too many corpses, and I would move them to darker places later. I don't want to find trouble, let alone trouble finding them, even though they have been trying frantically on the verge of death.

I don't know what they're trying to do, it's a terrible act to come to this place, and the further they go, the more I can't understand it. I can't tell if this path is the same as the one I've taken before, but I just followed the three of them up and down this dungeon.

The three of them were finally discovered.

It's true! What I said was true, when they were discovered, I knew it was not good, but the hanging stone in my heart was really on the ground. I gritted my teeth and cursed, and then drew my bow and arrow behind me.

But now I'm not ready to take action immediately, they can handle it themselves, and I will naturally take action when I need it.

At this time, the three of them have made a lot of noise, and the shouting and wailing and screaming in such a place will be magnified many times, and it is inevitable that more dwarves will be attracted to it, and at this time I have already begun to plan for them how to escape for a while.

And, of course, what should I do if I can't keep them.

Hum! What else can I do?

When I heard footsteps behind me, I immediately turned and aimed behind me, knowing what the terrain was like behind me, and when I heard the footsteps almost close enough, I let go of my tight bowstring. The arrow flew and landed on the black dwarf's head that appeared in my field of vision.

His fall hindered those behind him, and even a second was enough for me, the second arrow, the third arrow! After sending the three people away, the passage was half-blocked by three corpses. The people behind wanted to rush up but the three corpses were really in the way, they wanted to trample the corpses of their companions under their feet and rush over, but this time was already under my control, and the dozen dwarves who rushed over at a distance of more than ten meters were all shot through the head by my arrows.

The cost is that most of these arrows are not recovered.

I glanced back at them when I was done, and while they were still fighting, I leaned my body against the wall and watched them shoot their bows from side to side.

I have to say that Varian has made great progress, his father King Lane is not a good man, his mother is a gentle lady, if this child is like this now, I feel more like his uncle.

Watching him grow more and more courageous, I couldn't help but look a little distracted, he was still young when I followed him to clear the remnants of the orcs, or he was still a mighty man, a true warrior. Yes, at this time I will forget about his status as a king, he is completely a warrior, a powerful warrior.

His attacks are indeed fierce, and because of his tall stature, the twin blades are swung so that the Black Iron Dwarves can't parry them at all. The druid on the side turned into a giant bear and stood at the front. Although it was tricky, at this time they were completely in combat mode, and these people who rushed in front of the three of them were simply not enough to see.

Several times I tried to draw the bow, but I held back.

After killing the crowd, they wiped their faces and ran forward.

Still moving on?

When I saw this, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, what kind of trouble is this! Is it really rushing to die?

After a little more circumambulation here I found that they were now in a very strange place, the spiral staircase was facing down, and I was moving fast against the wall, and they were running for their lives in front of them.

Just when I was still wondering where I had gone, I came to a place completely different from the city above. It's hotter here, and the buildings on the rock walls are very rudimentary, but if you go in and take a closer look, if the buildings above are rich and ordinary, they can be called slums. The dwarves here are all naked, their skin reflecting red in the light of the torch, but their skin is too dark!

As soon as they rushed in, the pot exploded, and the dark dwarves rushed up from all directions, shirtless and armed with weapons in their hands. The three of them are really unambiguous, and they are directly fighting with those briquettes. At this time, there are more and more black iron dwarves pouring up, although they have the courage of ten thousand people, but if it continues like this, I don't think it will be such a good thing as the Saldo Bridge.

But they managed to clean them out and break deeper into the inner city, which I admire. Varian is brave, but the druid, who turns into a giant bear, is the key to the battle.

Maybe he will become more resistant to beating after turning into a bear, anyway, when a dozen dwarves surround him, he is like no one, even if the weapon falls on his body, it doesn't make much difference. But his two big paws really slapped anyone on the head and died.

The inner city is technically more like a prison, really. When I saw a row of rooms on the wall full of chiseled holes, I was curious to look at the smell of what was emanating from it...... It is estimated that the people held inside have been dead for some days, but no one has collected their bodies.

And this is not outrageous, there are still cages hanging on the walls here, some of them even have skeletons with arms and thighs, and some of them are not rotten, but I don't know if he is alive or not.

It's a huge prison, but what are they doing here? What important people are being held here?

They tried to open all the dungeon doors, but the key was clearly not on the dwarves who had been killed, and they peered in room by room. It seems that some important person is indeed being held here, could it be that King Magni told them at Ironforge time? If he had told the three men, they would not have been dwarves compared to the people being held here, at least not copperbeard dwarves, and they would have been very important to Varian.

But then again, if it was important, why didn't Varian borrow troops from King Magni? Or does King Magni not approve of this Varian very much right now?

If this explanation is explained, it makes sense, but the courage of the three of them to dare to go here alone is really incomparable, not to mention whether they can come out now, this courage is really ...... Unparalleled!

This place is not very big, but the face is really different, especially when I saw a place that resembled an arena, I was surprised, because the gladiatorial arena was not a dome, but a circle of seats around it, and I even saw a chair that resembled a throne. This is the auditorium.

I really didn't expect this group of guys to come up with such an amusement, but it is fair to say that this group of black iron dwarves does seem to be more tyrannical and mentally abnormal than the people of the Copperbeard tribe.

There were a lot of rooms, hundreds of them, and they seemed to be used not only for prisoners, but also for gladiators.

The number of rooms was a bit too much for them, and they didn't know when they would find them one by one, but after they had dealt with another wave of enemies, the three of them started running, calling out a name softly as they ran...... Windsor!

Do you know how I feel when I hear the name?

I just feel the hairs on my body stand up, really! The hairs stand on end! I thought I heard it wrong! Wendsol, I only know one Wendsol, his name is Reginald Wendsol! He's the marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom!

Ah, I remember, isn't he missing! Actually being imprisoned here? It's unbelievable he's still alive!

Well...... Wrong...... How did the Copperbeard Dwarves know?