Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The group found something that looked like a drilling machine at the gate of the residential area. There was a source of black light flashing, and underneath was a structure similar to an elevator, with an interior space that could accommodate several people.

There was a Dark Iron Dwarf outside shouting, one silver coin per person, leading directly to the west of the city.

After confirming that this was the black iron drilling machine he was looking for, Garin took out three silver coins he had just looted and handed them to the gatekeeper.

When I opened the interior of the drilling rig, I actually found seats. Was this an elevator or a cable car? When I got closer, I saw oh wow, leather seats!

Since I’ve paid the money, I might as well just treat it as a day trip to Darkforge Fort.

After sitting down, Garin wondered how the drilling machine worked. It was impossible for it to drill directly to the Black Iron Bar like in the game? This kind of fixed-route transportation usually has passages and rails built in advance. I just don't know if this is a bus or a subway?

Boom! With a shaking sound, the drilling machine dived down. I didn't expect it to be an elevator-style subway.

After a few minutes, the shaking frequency of the machine began to decrease, and Garin could vaguely hear a noisy sound. Then the drilling machine shook, and the destination was reached.

Black Iron Bar.

As one of the most powerful people in Azeroth, Garin had some understanding of all the major forces in Azeroth. Especially after Master Lu Dan settled in Garin's territory, he often went to exchange intelligence about the dark world with Master Lu Dan.

It is said that there are several strongholds of the dark world in the East and West Continents, including Ravenholdt Manor in Hillsbrad Foothills, deep in the sewers of Dalaran, Shadow Keep in Felwood, the Dark Iron Dwarf Bar in Shadowforge Keep, and the last one is a gathering formed by top stealth fighters called the Uncrowned. No one knows its exact location, at least Master Ludan is not qualified to know.

Hehe, unfortunately, Galen knew that the Uncrowned Ones’ stronghold, the Shadow Hall, was in Dalaran, but he just held back his laughter and didn’t tell Ludan.

In his previous life, he had more than ten years of experience in World of Warcraft, which basically covered all professions and all races, so he was quite familiar with the thieves' profession hall.

After the gate of the drilling machine was opened, a wave of heat hit me, and I could vaguely smell the strange smell of alcohol. The interior of the bar was much larger than in the game, and it was estimated to be at least 200 square meters. At this moment, it was already night outside, and it was time for the nightlife to begin.

Hundreds of humanoid creatures were sitting in the bar, chatting and bragging in groups of three or four, gulping down the drinks in their hands. The reason they were called humanoid creatures was not just because they were Dark Iron Dwarves, but also trolls, humans, dwarves, and Garin even saw a few High Elves.

There is no racial distinction in the dark world, only fists speak, whoever is stronger is respected. This gave Garin a sense of novelty when he entered the bar in another world for the first time.

I wanted to find the exit directly, but leaving right away would be too abrupt, so why not go and experience it?

Now that you're here, you should at least have a drink, right?

It is said that bars and inns are the best places for adventurers to gather information. It would be worth it if you can hear some interesting information.

Under the dim light of the bar, Galen walked straight to the bar. Aragorn and Gandalf, who had transformed into a Dark Iron Dwarf, looked at each other. Gandalf shrugged his shoulders. He was used to the prince's behavior of not acting according to plan. Anyway, the three of them were very powerful, at least in this city of Dark Iron Dwarves, they were not at all inferior.

Under the effect of magic, Garin, who turned into a dwarf, felt that his vision became distorted. The prototype they chose was the Darkfurnace Farmer, who was not strong to begin with. The field of vision of just over one meter made Garin almost unable to walk.

Sitting on the high stool at the bar with difficulty, Garin imitated the dwarf's loud voice and said, "Give us three glasses of thunder wine and three glasses of dark beer!"

The owner at the bar took a look at the three Black Iron civilians who had just sat down with a suspicious expression. In fact, the people that Garin and the others transformed into were Dark Furnace Farmers, the bottom of the Dark Furnace. The price of six glasses of wine was really not cheap, which was equivalent to their income from a month's work.

Garin just wanted to try the drinks in the Black Iron Bar to see if there was any difference in taste between them and the ale brewed in his own Helm's Deep. He never expected that the three of them would be questioned by the bar owner for not being able to pay.

At this time, the owner of the Dark Iron Bar was not the gnome warlock Plagg. 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 wielded demonic powers, he was proud of his identity as a bar owner. His goal was to keep his customers' glasses full of wine.

And now this boss, a Dark Iron Dwarf, has poor eyesight and can’t see the extraordinary soul beneath Garin’s weathered face?

Garin just took out the silver coins of Darkfurnace Fort and showed them to the boss, indicating that he had the money to pay the bill.

At this time, a discordant voice appeared.

"Where did this poor fellow come from? How dare he come to the Black Iron Bar with only a few silver coins?"

Sarcastic and sarcastic, the sarcasm is very effective and the hatred is generated steadily.

Oh my, I, Jialin, have never seen such an arrogant person in my life!

Looking back, I saw that the owner of the voice was a dark-complexioned, burly dwarf. Judging from his attire, he should be an officer of the Darkforge Guards or the Ironfury Guards.

It’s a big deal if you’re tall. No matter how tall you are, you’re still a dwarf!

"What are you worried about?"

As soon as Garin opened his mouth, his words struck directly at the soul. After he finished speaking, he sat on a high stool and looked down at the dwarf with his head tilted. This look was comparable to the taunt of all meat shield professions, and the effect was outstanding.

Our friends in Northeast China have already told us this, and it is super useful.

Garin's voice was loud and penetrating, and he also used some of the warrior's roar techniques, and the surroundings instantly became quiet!

A group of drinkers of various ethnic groups stopped talking and drinking, looking like they were watching a good show.

The angry officer seemed to be insulted, and one could see the blood boiling on his dark face!

"Boy, dare you say that again? You don't want to stay in Darkforge, right?" The Iron-fury officer was furious. The civilian in front of him actually dared to talk back. Don't I have any dignity? How can I survive in this area if I don't punish him?

"I say, what are you looking at?" Jialin repeated it seriously, as if he was afraid that the other party couldn't hear him.

"Hahaha!"

The drinkers around started to laugh, and at that moment Officer Iron Fury felt that I was the clown myself. A farmer dared to talk back to the lieutenant of the Iron Fury Guards, which embarrassed him who wanted to show his authority. He was already drunk and was furious.

"You're looking for death, boy!"

Bang!

The Ironfury officer was about to throw a punch, but Aragorn at the side was faster than him. As a subordinate, how could he let his own prince take action? Before the surrounding drinkers could figure out what was going on, this regular customer of the Black Iron Bar, an officer who had some status in the Ironfury Guard, was already embedded in the floor.

Looking at the Dark Iron Dwarf lying face down and the rubble squeezed out around him, this was Obsidian, and it actually knocked the man into the ground with just one blow. And judging from the situation, the man was still breathing, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the power control had reached a terrifying level.

The whole bar was silent, even the band playing on the stage stopped.

All along, Garin felt that the strength of his subordinates was not enough, but that depended on who he was compared with. Compared with the overall strength of a country, or a single dragon legion, or the entire orc army, he really could not defeat it. However, Garin did not take Darkforge Fort seriously. If all the soldiers in the base came out in full force, they could defeat the Dark Iron Dwarves.

This is also the reason why Garin dared to go deep into Darkfurnace Fort with only three people.

The lieutenant of the Iron Fury Guard in front of him was at most at the peak of the mid-level. The three of them who were already at the ninth level had already surpassed 99.9% of the people in Azeroth. He was not qualified to challenge Garen.

Garin moved his butt, jumped off the high stool, and reached into the waist bag of the Black Iron Officer. Garin found a purse and took a look. Inside was the almond gold coins commonly used by goblins, a kind of coin famous for its resemblance to almonds and its insufficient material.

There are about two hundred of them.

Garin poured all the gold coins onto the bar, "Boss, money for drinks and floor tile repairs!"

Then he turned to all the drinkers and said, "I'll pay for all the food tonight. Let's keep playing music and dancing!"