The next day was a rare sunny day. The sun was dripping with wet mist early in the morning. This weather was extremely rare in the wetlands. Taking advantage of this clear weather, the two set off on foot and left and headed for the far south. Although they also found a wolf and beast cliff in the Rage Tooth Camp, the wolf cliff should have been sent to Grimbato to transport supplies, and the beast cliff was empty. However, even if there was a wolf inside, Diago was not sure that he could tame this rebellious, but he was extremely loyal and never changed his owner's creature, let alone riding it on the way.

The black panther transformed by the druid was venting her excess energy in the dense grass on both sides of the road. It jumped in front of Diago and suddenly appeared behind him. The huge beast, more than two meters in length, and its smooth and toned muscles rolled under the shining satin-like fur, exuding wildness and elegance.

The Black Panther is very fast, and often makes Diagora far away in the blink of an eye. This makes the hunter jealous. He has not yet captured the soul of the cheetah and cannot cast the "cheetah guardian" spell to speed up, so he can only rely on his two legs to rush over.

"Hey, big cat, can't you carry me on the road?" he shouted angrily. In front of him, the cheetah was almost running away.

But the request was rejected by the druid - he ran back in small steps, looked at Diago in disbelief, his eyes full of distrust. The suspicion that was dispelled not long ago seemed to be rekindled.

"I would never allow a man to ride on my back, that's so disgusting."

Diago hadn't thought too much, he just wanted to save some effort, but after Masley said this, he realized that it was a little disgusting - the things in it were too dirty and completely subverted ethical cognition.

He couldn't help but vomit a few times, and never made this request again.

But not long after, he had to shout again. Because this naughty child - oh, no, now he has to call him Leopard child, but it doesn't sound nice, call him Hairy child, no matter how he becomes, he is covered in hair - it's too worry-free. He has already walked Dada away from the road and went deep into the grass in the distance.

"Don't get close to the grass over there, there are spiders inside." Diago warned loudly.

"What's the point of fearing about spiders? I can kill a large piece of those insects with one foot." The hairy child's casual voice floated over from the grass over there, but the next moment, he jumped out of the grass and jumped faster than the rabbit. Diago saw a long and huge spider behind him.

These three-foot-long red spiders kept knocking on their hideous mouthparts and making a buzzing sound. A stream of special silk paste ejected from the glands of their abdomen, and as soon as they came into contact with the air, they immediately solidified into sticky spider silk. If the hairy child had not jumped out of the grass decisively, they would have been entangled by these spider silks.

"Hey, big cat, I've left these bugs to you. Just step on them to death!" Diago shouted sarcastically at the fleeing furious child, but he still pulled out the longbow behind him, "I won't wipe you shit next time, I'll solve the trouble I'll cause myself." He complained.

The combat power of these spiders is not as terrifying as their appearance. The battle ended in just ten minutes. The druid didn't even lose a single hair when dealing with these insects without IQ, which made him very proud. He looked at Diago strangely, who was holding his hand axe and chopping off the spider's corpses.

"What can I do to cut these spider legs? Can I eat it?" Since I ate the crocodile soup cooked by Diago yesterday, this hairy child has completely become a foodie. I have to ask if I can eat anything.

"You will know at noon." The hunter said in a muffled voice. This made the night elves look forward to it.

At noon, they stopped under a big tree on the roadside. The common herbs in the wetlands obviously could not compete with this huge plant, with sparse thatch underneath it.

Diago leveled the ground casually, and then started to set up fire to roast the huge spider legs. He used dead branches that were broken from the big tree. This made the druid very satisfied, because the act of protecting nature was something that every druid would be happy to see. But in fact, Diago did not cut down the lush branches just because the branches were too wet and difficult to burn.

It didn't take too long to prepare lunch, which had nothing to do with the attributes of the Celestial people before Diago traveled through time. To be honest, before the traveled through time, the otaku Diago didn't know how to cook at all, and cooking instant noodles was already his highest level of cooking - relying on his master-level cooking skills of Drano. Peeling the scorched carapace, the originally white spider flesh is now golden in color and fragrant, and Masley almost used a pounce to pull most of the food to his side.

Diago carries a string of crisp spider meat, chews and looks into the direction they come. He sees the shaking grass half inside and outside, as if there is someone moving.

"Masley, did you notice who is behind us today?" he turned around and asked.

"No," replied the night elf who was eating voraciously without raising his head, and the crisp spider legs clattered in his mouth, "Who can there be people in this place? We have been walking on this road for a long time, and we have not met a single person before, and we have not even seen a werewolf."

Diago didn't say anything, he imposed a hawkeye on himself and looked into the distance, but this time he found nothing.

"Is it just an illusion?" He thought about it, but before he came up with a clue, he threw this matter aside.

While the effect of Hawkeye was still there, he turned around and looked around. He saw a huge white stone standing at the foot of the mountain farther away. He had been there before traveling through.

This stone is very famous, called Sergenstone. It is said that there was once a huge Sergenstone vein under it, but after hundreds of years of mining by the dwarves, the Sergens in this cave have been mined, leaving only some accompanying tin ore, but it is also fragmented and has no mining value. Only an abandoned mine cave has become a nest of giant spiders.

Often unknown caravans camped in this area at night and then disappeared. Along the way, Diago saw abandoned trucks more than once, but the goods on the trucks had long been plundered by the mossy gnolls that were crisscrossed in the swamp.

After lunch, the two set off again. This time the hairy child learned his lesson and walked along the road obediently, never going deep into the grass again. This made Diego, who was used to the little guy's lively and active, feel a little uncomfortable.

After walking for seven days, the two finally saw the spectacular dam inlaid between the two mountains, which is separated from the wetlands and Lockmodan. This magical creation, the crystallization of the wisdom and power of the dwarf, is the most shocking miracle in the world of Azeroth, about three hundred feet in height and more than four hundred and fifty feet in width. It is built of huge rocks. With the outstanding construction technology of the dwarf, these huge rocks are tightly clenched and there is no leakage at all. In the middle of the dam are three bulging huge dwarf portraits.

Regarding these three huge dwarf portraits, a famous mystery novelist once mentioned in his book: In the era of Anweimar, the king of the mountain convinced by dwarves, the three dwarves tribes, bronze beard, wild hammer and black iron, in order to prove the unity of the three tribes to His Majesty Anweimar, they jointly built a huge stone dam with the elite stonemasons of the three tribes, and carved the portraits of the three tribe leaders on the high backwater screen wall of the dam. Ironically, the civil war between the three tribes that had been brewing secretly broke out immediately after His Majesty Anweimar's death. This is the famous Three Hammer Battle in the history of the dwarves.

As the greatest architectural designer of that era, the Black Iron Dwarf Frank Ron Cast Iron not only designed this huge dam, but also designed two magical mountain fortresses, the Black Stone Tower and the Dark Furnace City. But his design style is still limited to the aesthetics of the dwarf. The most typical feature of the creator of the dwarf, Kazgros, is that it is big, huge, and super huge. In fact, it is not only him, but many other dwarf designers also have similar hobbies. In this regard, the most typical example is the gate of the Iron Furnace Castle. No one thought that dwarfs with five short bodies would need such a huge door frame, but they did it so much and were proud of it.

In fact, the three avatars are not just for spectacularity or other surface reasons. They also play a role in overflow and discharge. During the rainy season when the water level rises, as the water level rises, floods beyond the design safety level will be discharged from the mouths of the three avatars through the secret passages in the dam.

When the two arrived at the foot of the dam, it was the time when the dam was overflowing and draining. The water flow fell vertically from a hundred feet above the altitude and directly hit the river below, forming three huge waterfalls. In the deafening roar, the stormy water vapor drifted in the air, like three white veils, reflecting a circle of colorful rainbow lights reflecting the sunlight, colorful and ever-changing, making the entire waterfall immersed in a misty and blurry dream.

The two of them admired for a long time before they calmed down and returned to their original path.

Dan Ogaz, this road leading to the Lokmodan area is located in the mountains west of the dam. As the northern gate of Lokmodan, this mountain road is tortuous and twists and turns between the canyons, and sometimes many detours will make people collapse because you often find that the place you set out in the morning is still not far from your feet after walking for half a day. In some places that are really impossible to detour, dwarves will build tunnels on the mountain walls. This has led to a large number of tunnels in Dan Ogaz, and often there are another caves within a few steps after coming out of one tunnel. From entering Dan Ogaz to arriving at Lokmodan, the two travelers spent nearly half of their time in dark tunnels, so that when they arrived at the dwarf bunker at the southernmost end of the mountain road, both of them felt like they were seeing the light of day again.

Walking south through Dan Ogaz to Lockmodan, the huge contrast of scenery surprised the two of them. No one would have thought that there would be such a difference in climate, and the distance would be so close.

Unlike warm and humid wetlands, Lockmodan is cold and dark all year round. The sun rarely penetrates the fog, and the limited field of view can only depict a world where branches sway in the glimmer of light. Continuous rainfall keeps the land full of lush flowers and plants. Although the warm current from the eastern ocean prevents the lake from freezing, the melting water of ice and snow still has a great impact, and the biting cold fills every morning and night. Although this weather is not suitable for sensitive humans, it is perfect for dwarves. It is not like the dry and barren land in the south. Lockmodan's air is clean and refreshing, and even the night elves who like forests cannot be picked.

Looking west through the pine forest, there are steep and undulating snow-capped mountains. This is a branch of the Kazmodan Mountains. This mountain range named after Kazmoros, the God of the Dwarf, Titan Forge, divides Lockmodan and Danmoro. However, the dwarves who are good at digging and digging have opened two tunnels on this mountain range, and they named it the North Gate Trail and the South Gate Trail. Although it is closer to the West from the North Gate Trail to Iron Fort, the two tired people decided to take a detour in Selsama first and then go to Iron Fort from the South Gate Trail. The long journey of nearly half a month has exhausted their endurance.

With this plan, the road ahead became much easier, more like a tour. The two even left the avenue and traveled along the west bank of Rock Lake for a while.

The large lake formed by the giant rock dam is the largest freshwater lake in the world in Azeroth. The entire lake is vast and covers a large part of Kazmodan. Three large islands dotted in the lake. The northernmost island has ruins left by the Second War, and the two in the south have been abandoned, but occasionally the existence of gravel stone palate monsters and crocodiles can be seen.

In fact, this place is more like a valley surrounded by mountains, with dense coniferous pine forests growing at the foot of the mountain. The water here is beautiful and the fish is fat, and there are abundant precious metal minerals in the surrounding mountains. The environment and rich resources almost isolated from the world bring peace and prosperity to the place. Except for some human businessmen, few foreigners will arrive here.

The dwarves who lived here for generations fished, mined, and logged. Like all the iron furnace dwarves, the residents of Lockmodan were hardworking and enthusiastic. Almost every dwarve who saw two travelers would greet them warmly, and sometimes even invited each other to their homes.

The lake has abundant fish resources, including the mad-toothed fish that are like tiger fish. The number of fish in the lake also reflects the diversity of predators in this area. Black bears often appear on the shore and catch fish from the water. Diago and Masley often see fat black bears standing upright by the water, waiting for the fish to jump out of the water. Seeing travelers passing by not far away, the black bear just glanced casually, and saw that the other party did not mean to disturb him, he turned his attention back to the water.

The unfathomable huge water surface obviously also gave some giant creatures enough living space. The two people saw a huge plesiosaur that feeds on aquatic plants more than once surfaced. Diago originally wanted to try his master-level fishing skills in Lake Rock, but after seeing the big plesiosaur, he gave up this idea. This prehistoric creature had left him so deep that he couldn't believe that they were vegetarians.

Diago was completely immersed in the picturesque scenery here and lingered. He lived in the concrete jungle before traveling, but the crowded scenic spot made him lose his appetite and no longer interested in travel. In contrast, the night elves turned a blind eye to this charming scenery. Hundreds of years of forest life made him become accustomed to it and became accustomed to it. In this way, he traveled again and again. After traveling along Lake Rock for a few days, the two finally arrived at the largest dwarfs in Rock Modan, where Selsama, gathered.

Selsama is located in a small valley where dwarves carved their homes on the mountain walls around the valley. When travelers entered here along the path, they saw various cave-style buildings, which looked a bit like the Hobbits' home in the movie "Lord of the Rings", but it looked a little rougher and had an additional porch.

As the only town in the Lockmodan area, Selsama is still quite prosperous, with some shops on both sides of the street. Diago watched those who were once familiar with busy organizing their business: in the weapons shop of the blacksmith Mohan Copper Throw, the warrior Glentin Thunder Axe was bargaining fiercely with the boss; tailor Lahn Firewing was showing the newly arrived silk fabric with his wife, the priest Berda at the door of the store, and their neighbor Solbin Shadow Gear - a gnome warlock - was placing his strange enchantment materials in a category in the wooden grid...

In the golden location in the middle of the street, it is a spirit hotel opened by Vedra Fireplace and Nakro Fireplace. This hotel is a thorough dwarf-style, cellar-style building, with large rock-like exterior walls and several large barrels embedded side by side on the wall, which looks very rough. These barrels are filled with dwarf stout beer, honey and thunder ale. The tubes at the bottom connect to the interior of the hotel, where the owner or entertainers can take out the fine wine to entertain customers. This not only saves space, but also creates a "dwarf characteristic" for the hotel. This is also the destination for two travelers.

The hotel owner's daughter, Lina Fireplace, who is in charge of the beast bars, is responsible for taking care of the mounts of the guests who are coming and going. She was chatting with the hunter Belda Wild Heart at the door. The latter had a good shooting skills in this area. Before crossing, Diago had learned the tricks of stabilizing shooting with her, but the latter obviously did not know him at this moment.

"Hi, Lina, Hi, Belda." Diago greeted the two dwarf women.

The two dwarf ladies were also surprised but politely returned the gift. Seeing that the two travelers were not holding their mounts, Lina Fireplace just made a gesture to signal the two to go to the hotel by themselves.

Following the downstairs into the hotel, the dwarf bonfire was burning in the fireplace, with musket decorations and boar head specimens hanging beside the walls, the tables and chairs were arranged quite scattered, and even boxes and sacks were piled up in the corners. Nacro Fireplace - this generous bearded dwarf is the owner of the place, and he was laughing and chatting with several guests.

There were not many customers, and Diago saw some people including the grocer Yani Tiexin, the thief Gerda Bronze, the green robed wizard Gandor, and the Paladin Faldock Shixin.

Noting the two passengers coming in, Nacro Fireplace raised a glass of foamy dwarf ale to them and said loudly: "Fill a glass of ale, pull up a stool and sit. We want to drink and share our story!" Obviously, he was a little drunk.

Diago declined the invitation, but he still politely greeted everyone one by one, and he even said their names one by one. This surprised everyone. To be honest, they didn't think they had seen this human, but out of politeness, they still responded enthusiastically.

After registering with the owner Vedra Fireplace at the bar, the two of them picked a set of tables and chairs that looked taller and sat down, which were specially prepared for the human travelers coming and going.

Diago skillfully ordered the Selsama blood sausage, meat steak and cherry pie for the two of them, as well as a few pieces of Mogore spice bread that had been heated. This taurus-style long bread was extremely hard when cooled and could even be used as a weapon to defend itself, but after being grilled, it was soft, fragrant and delicious. The blood sausage is the proprietress Vidra's specialty dish. It has a very strong flavor and is a good thing to accompany wine. Before traveling through time, Diago had learned how to make it with Vidra, of course, after completing a certain task.

To Diago's surprise, the young night elf stubbornly ordered two pots of Thunder Ale, which looked like a high school freshman who had just left home and finally got rid of his parents' constraints. It was a bit wild and unrestrained.

"Have you been here? I see you are familiar with everyone." The young night elves with excitement at the end of the wine said enviously, "You know, few dwarves like elves. They always don't like those "slim men" who "pretend" even if they are in the league camp."

"Maybe, I don't remember it, but I know the names of everyone here, familiar with their hobbies and habits." Diago said proudly, and he looked at the "NPCs" he once knew very well and now spoke vividly in front of him, drinking and walking around, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

Before crossing, Diago's reputation among all alliances and neutral forces was worshipped, and his name was well known in the alliance, but now he is obviously just a nameless person, "I have been airborne and have to start from scratch." He said in his heart.

After drinking and having enough food, at their request, the boss took two people to the guest room. The guest rooms in the spirits hotel are on the second and third floors of the underground, and have to pass through the kitchen and storage room. When passing through the storage room, Diago saw some ammunition and guns. He even saw some black powder suspected of gunpowder leaking out from a large bucket and spilling all over the floor. To be honest, living next to a pile of explosives tests his psychological pressure resistance.

Diago's expert chose the third floor room on the underground because he knew that the owner Nacro Fireplace and his friends would often drink until late at night, while the chef Miss Honey Jinmai had to stay in the kitchen until midnight - the kitchen was right above the guest room. He thought he was not that strong insecurity with noise, and the third floor room on the underground was relatively quiet.

After crossing a bunch of anvils and storage boxes to reach the room on the third floor of the underground, the boss's wife said good night to them and went upstairs. The room was not big - this is the usual style of the dwarves. The interior of the building is always relatively small, and every inch of space can be used as much as possible, but it is very clean. Diago and Masley can only choose to live in one room for one person.

After saying good night to the night elves, Diago entered the room. The ground was covered with irregularly shaped stone slabs, and the warm little fire in the fireplace was very hot. There was a storage cabinet on the left side of the entrance, which could store luggage or clothes. The bed was close to the fireplace, warm enough without the danger of being burned by the fire. The sheets looked soft and clean, and there was also a larger square table in the room, which was just enough to allow guests to sit at the table to read and write. Although it seemed that the original intention of placing it was for the two passengers to use it together...

Looking at this comfortable and warm room, Diago almost immediately felt a burst of tiredness. He couldn't wait to jump onto the bed. This was the first time Diago Asnar had fallen asleep in bed instead of in a tent after coming to this world. He slept very peacefully under the soft goose-clothed quilt. Selsama was very safe. He threw the bows off the strings and the axe on the weapon rack in the corner, without even thinking that he would use them overnight.

But in the middle of the night, he was awakened by a rapid bell. He got up from the bed and heard a faint shouting from the stairs outside. With the dark red embers in the fireplace, he put on his shoes, put on his coat, and walked out of the door.

There was no one on the second and first floors on the ground. He came to the porch of the hall and unexpectedly saw the hotel owner, the chef and the hospitality squeezing here, stretching his neck like a group of big geese and looking out. The fireplace couple were holding a dwarf musket in their hands. Diago found that the two guns had hammers and the anvil was covered with a fire cap, which could be fired at any time.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?" he leaned over and asked.

"This is what I want to know!" Nacro Fireplace turned around and said in a rough voice. He seemed to have not woken up yet, at least not completely awake. The musket was shaking randomly in his hands, which made Diago unconsciously stay away. God knew whether the gun would fire.

Just then, he heard the voice of the boss's wife, Vidra Fireplace: "What happened outside, Cadrel?"

Seeing through the cracks, Diago saw the mountain patrolman Cadrel and several colleagues running towards this side from the street.

"There are orcs! Langal said he found several orcs in the north of the village," Kadrel gasped and ran over the door of the tavern. The heavy plate armor made a jingle and bumpy sound on him. "I don't know how he recognized those big-toothed monsters-he had never seen orcs, and at most he had fought a few battles with the werewolf in the west of the town. If he made a mistake this time, I must ask Langal's father to take him back and kick him hard on the ass, I swear."

Diago's heart skipped a beat. He had a premonition that these orcs were coming for him and the night elves. But he didn't say anything. He didn't want these dwarves to treat themselves as troublemakers. Although in history, the dwarves and orcs have fought more than once, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are mortal enemies. Dan Ogaz Outpost still has a notice of bounty of the dragon-throated orcs. There is no time limit and no quantity limit.

Back in bed, Diago couldn't sleep for a long time. After spending the initial excitement of entering Azeroth, he finally realized the crisis everywhere in the world. In the end, he got up and re-wind the bow, put it with his hand axe at the head of the bed before falling asleep again.
Chapter completed!