The group found something resembling a drilling machine at the entrance of the residential area, its dark light shimmering. Below it was a structure similar to an elevator, with an internal space that could accommodate several people.
Outside, a Dark Iron dwarf was shouting, "One silver coin per person, direct to Shadowforge!"
Confirming that this was the Black Iron Drilling Machine they were looking for, Galen took out three silver coins he had just scavenged and handed them to the gatekeeper.
Opening the interior of the drilling machine, there were even seats! Was this an elevator or a cable car? Taking a closer look, oh wow, leather seats!
Anyway, since he had paid, he might as well consider it a day trip to Blackrock Depths.
After sitting down, Galen wondered how the drilling machine worked. It couldn't possibly drill directly to the Grim Guzzler like in the game, could it? This kind of fixed-route transportation usually had pre-built tunnels, rails, or something. He just didn't know if this was a bus or a subway.
Rumble! Accompanied by a shaking, the drilling machine descended. Unexpected, unexpected, this was a lift-style underground railway.
A few minutes later, the machine's shaking frequency began to decrease. Galen could vaguely hear noisy sounds, and then the drilling machine shook, and the destination was reached.
The Grim Guzzler.
After the gate of the drilling machine opened, a heat wave rushed in, and he could vaguely smell a strange liquor. The interior of the bar was much larger than in the game, estimated to be at least more than two hundred square meters. At this moment, the outside world had already entered the night, which was when the nightlife began.
Hundreds of humanoid creatures sat in the bar's seats, chatting and bragging in twos and threes, and gulping down the liquor in their hands. The reason why they were called humanoid creatures was that there were not only Dark Iron dwarves, but also trolls, humans, gnomes, and Galen even saw a few high elves.
The dark world does not have racial distinctions, it only speaks with fists. Whoever is stronger is respected. This gave Galen, who was entering an otherworld bar for the first time, a sense of novelty.
He originally wanted to find the exit directly, but leaving directly would be too abrupt. Why not go and experience it?
Now that he was here, he should at least have a drink, right?
It is said that bars and inns are the best places for adventurers to gather information. If he could hear some interesting intelligence, it would not be a loss.
In the dim light of the bar, Galen walked straight to the bar. Aragorn and Gandalf, transformed into Dark Iron dwarves, looked at each other. Gandalf shrugged. He was already used to the prince's unplanned behavior. Anyway, the three of them were strong, at least in this Dark Iron dwarf city, they were not afraid at all.
Under the effect of magic, Galen, who had transformed into a dwarf, felt that his vision was distorted. The prototype they chose was a Dark Iron farmer, whose body was not strong. This one-meter-tall field of vision almost made Galen unable to walk.
With difficulty, he sat on the high stool at the bar. Galen imitated the dwarf's loud voice: "Give us three Thunder Ales, three Black Beers!"
The boss inside the bar glanced at the three Dark Iron civilians who had just sat down, with a suspicious expression. The person Galen and the others transformed into was really a Dark Iron farmer, who was at the bottom of the Dark Iron. The price of six glasses of wine was really expensive, which was worth a month's labor.
Galen just wanted to taste the liquor of the Black Iron Bar and see what was the difference in taste from the ale brewed in his Hamerfall. He really didn't expect that the three of them would be questioned by the bar owner for not being able to afford the money.
At this time, the boss of the Black Iron Bar was not the gnome warlock Plugger Spazzring. He was a leper gnome who came to Blackrock Depths to start a new life after the fall of Gnomeregan. Although he was a warlock who used demonic power, he was proud of his identity as a bar owner. His purpose was to keep the customer's glass full of fine wine forever.
And now this boss, a Dark Iron dwarf, has no eyesight, can't he see the extraordinary soul under Galen's weathered face?
Galen had just taken out the silver coin of Blackrock Depths and showed it to the boss, indicating that he could afford the bill.
At this time, a discordant voice appeared.
"Where did these paupers come from? How dare they come to the Black Iron Bar with just a few silver coins?"
Sharp and mean, the taunting effect was excellent, and the hatred was drawn steadily.
Hey I have never seen such an arrogant person!
Looking back, the owner of the voice was a dark-skinned, burly dwarf, who should be an officer of the Dark Iron Guard, the Iron Fury Guard, judging from his dress.
It's nothing special if you're taller, you're still a dwarf!
"What are you staring at?"
Galen hit the soul directly as soon as he opened his mouth. After speaking, he looked down from the high stool, tilting his head to look at the dwarf. This look was comparable to the taunt of all meat shield professions, and the effect was excellent.
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Galen's voice was loud and penetrating, and he also used a little of the warrior's roar technique. The surroundings were instantly quiet!
A group of drinkers from all races stopped talking and drinking, with a look of watching a good show.
The Iron Fury officer seemed to be insulted, and the dark face could see a faint blood surging!
"Boy, dare you say that again? Don't want to hang out in Blackrock Depths, right?" The Iron Fury officer was furious. The civilian in front of him dared to talk back. Didn't he want face? If he didn't cure him, how would he hang out in this area in the future?
"I said, what are you staring at?" Galen repeated seriously, as if he was afraid that the other party could not hear.
"Hahaha!"
The surrounding drinkers began to laugh. At this moment, the Iron Fury officer felt that the clown was actually himself. A farmer dared to talk back to the lieutenant of the Iron Fury Guard, making himself lose face to this point who wanted to show his majesty. He was already drunk and angry.
"Looking for trouble?!!"
Bang!
The Iron Fury officer was just about to punch, but Aragorn was faster than him. How could a subordinate let his prince take action? The surrounding circle of drinkers had not yet seen what was going on, and this regular customer of the Black Iron Bar, an officer who had a little status in the Iron Fury Guard, was already embedded in the floor.
Looking at the Dark Iron dwarf facing down, and the crushed stones squeezed out around him, this is obsidian, ah, he actually knocked people into the ground with one blow, and judging from the situation, this person still has breath. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the power control has reached a terrifying level.
The entire bar was silent, and even the band playing on the stage stopped.
All along, Galen felt that his strength was not enough, but it also depends on who he was comparing with. Compared with the overall strength of a country, or a single dragon legion, or the overall army of orcs, he really couldn't beat them, but he didn't take a Blackrock Depths in his eyes. The base's troops would come out in full force, and they could fight the Dark Iron dwarves.
This is also the reason why Galen dared to go deep into Blackrock Depths with just three people.
And the lieutenant of the Iron Fury Guard in front of him, his strength is at most the peak of the middle stage. The three of them, who have already reached the ninth rank, have surpassed 99.9% of the people in Azeroth, and he is not qualified to provoke Galen.
Galen moved his butt, jumped off the high stool, and reached out and groped in the Dark Iron officer's purse. A money bag was found by Galen. Looking at it, it was the goblin's commonly used almond gold coin, a coin famous for its almond-like shape and insufficient materials.
There were about two hundred coins.
Galen poured all the gold coins on the bar, "Boss, money for wine and floor tile repairs!"
Then he turned to all the drinkers and said: "Tonight's consumption is on me, keep playing music, keep dancing!"