"Zambit, didn't you say you knew everything about the Warcraft Forest, and why did you make such a big mistake?" Alfie asked like a chicken.

Rebecca on the side was twisting her water-soaked leather skirt hard, looking at Zambit with an unkind face, although she didn't speak, but it could be seen from her fiery eyes that her mood was not so good.

Alfie's mechanical Road Rage, powered by the Earth Dragon Crystal, was incredibly fast, and with Zambit's superb driving skills, it took them just over an hour to reach Fort Wico, which would have taken two days on foot.

Even Alfie admits that Zambit, at least when it comes to driving a mechanical road rage, is an out-and-out genius. Under the control of Zambit, the mechanical road rage miraculously did not hit any obstacles at such a high speed, which makes people have to admit that this is a miracle.

Zambit fell in love with the feeling of speed, and when he was at the wheel of the mechanical road rage, he felt like he was the master of speed. The only thing that made him feel pain and happiness was that the strong wind blowing in his face while driving made him unable to open his eyes and burst into tears, which really tarnished the glorious image of the great troll warrior.

What was supposed to be a smooth sailing journey was a little unexpected at the last moment.

Seeing that they had reached the foot of the lonely hill where Fort Wicoburg was, Zambit slowed down a little, and then wiped his swollen eyes with one hand - he didn't want Alfie to see him weeping in the wind, who knows what kind of bad words the guy with a very poisonous mouth would use to irritate him - and as a result, while holding the mechanical roadfighter with one hand, he unconsciously turned a corner, just missing the mountain road that led to the main entrance of Wicoburg.

"Hey, we're on the wrong track, aren't we?" Alfie immediately noticed that they were going in a different direction, and he reminded loudly.

"Rest assured, I know a shortcut up the mountain. In order to cover up his mistake, Zambit said stiffly.

Reality quickly slapped Zambit's face red and swollen. Zambit had planned to drive the mechanical roadfighter around the lonely mountain where Fort Wicoburg was located, and then get back on the right track. Unexpectedly, just after driving to the back of the mountain, a large lake appeared in front of them.

Even in such a cold season, the lake water still does not freeze. So Zambit drove the mechanical roadrage into the lake with Alfie and Rebecca, who were screaming together......

"It's a shame that mechanical roadrage!" Zanbit was unaware of Alfie's questioning. Looking at the mechanical roadrage that was gradually sinking to the bottom of the lake, his face showed a reluctant expression.

"Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise I would have sunk to the bottom of the lake with that mechanical roadmaster to feed the fish!" Alfie was once again glad that he had the foresight to prepare a sharp knife in advance, which came in handy at this time, and cut the seat belt in time to avoid a human tragedy.

"Elfie, you can make a better mechanical roadfighter, right?" Zambit asked pitifully, his wind-blown red eyes matched his current expression.

"Look at my mood. Alfie, who was in a bad mood because of the accident, replied impatiently. He looked up at the lonely mountain, how to get up the mountain as soon as possible was his main concern. Do you want to climb again like you climbed the Magic Lion Ridge?

Although Lonely Mountain is not as steep and towering as the Magic Lion Ridge, it is definitely not a pleasant thing to climb two unprotected rocks in a day.

Rebecca's annoyed expression proves that she is equally annoyed and upset by this.

"That...... Why don't we build a mechanical road rage again, we can quickly reach the castle at the top of the hill with a mechanical road rage. Zambit relentlessly suggested, still dreaming of Alfie building him another Robopathy.

Alfie looked him up and down with a creepy gaze that made Zambit feel creepy, and held out two fingers at him: "First, the parts to make the mechanical roadman are very scarce, and we have already wasted two, and second, I have a better and faster way to climb the lonely mountain, so I don't have to do more." ”

"What's your solution?" Zambit was uncomfortable to be stared at by Alfie.

"It's very simple, you climb the lonely mountain in the same way that you climbed the Demon Lion Ridge not long ago, and then pull us up with a rope. Alfie said and took out a large bundle of rope and blocked Zambit's mouth with practical actions, who was just about to prevaricate without rope.

"If I did, did you promise me to build me another mechanical roadrage?" Zambit asked, looking pitiful.

"When I'm free!" Alfie wanted to say that this was compensation for Zambit's damage to two mechanical roadrages in a row, but after seeing Zambit's heartfelt love for mechanical roadrage, his heart relented, so he changed his words.

"Oh yes! Great! I'll show you what it means to be a troll!" Zambit, who had received Alfie's promise, jumped up excitedly. Alfi is a sinister and cunning fellow, but he has always made the most promises.

......

"The people who designed this castle are psychopathic, how did they build the cemetery to the back of the castle?" Alfie said scoldingly.

After using his method to climb the lonely mountain, they crossed the castle walls, but unexpectedly entered a cemetery full of eerie atmosphere.

"Elfi, did you say there are ghosts here?" Zambit asked, his voice a little trembling. No one expected a cemetery here. It was just after nightfall, and the occasional phosphor fire and the occasional crow made even the great troll warrior Zambit feel creepy.

"What's the matter, the great Troll Warrior is scared?" Alfie gave Zambit a disdainful look. In fact, he was not much better than Zambit, and he couldn't control the tremors of his legs anyway.

"Why am I?" Zambit straightened his chest, but immediately withered, and asked in a low voice, "There are no ghosts, are they?"

"There are a few ghosts at most. To everyone's surprise, Rebecca was the most daring of the three at this time.

"Ghost, ghost, what's the difference between that and a ghost?" Zambit's teeth began to chatter.

"Well, in fact, it doesn't make a difference. Rebecca said dejectedly, she thought that Zambit would be better to put it another way, but she didn't expect to scare him even more.

Rebecca's words left everyone a little cold for a moment, when they heard a strange sound, as if someone was snoring.

"Y-Did you hear a strange sound?" Zambit asked, grim-faced, looking completely frightened.

"Sounds like it's coming from here?" Alfie boldly turned over a tombstone to find the originator of the snoring: a dwarf with three braided beards and short fiery red hair lying soundly asleep in a bare tomb, several empty rum bottles tossed at his feet......