"How long have these human nobles been thinking about their own affairs?" the roaring high priest who came out of the big stone house kept complaining,
"Big Bear was also a Hutu back then, but he actually took in these noble knights, and even promised that Salt and Iron Department to use humans to manage the iron mines. They were obviously a group of slaves, but now they are here, this knight master, that mage master , with more names than human territory." The high priest did not return to the barbarian tent area, but entered a cave in the mine. The ground in the cave was flat, but the roof of the cave was relatively short, mostly less than 2 meters, so the tall priest Had to stoop to walk.
When the path of the cave seemed to be coming to an end, it turned a corner and the space suddenly opened up. It was a circular hall with a diameter of 10 meters, with 5 or 6 stone doors on the wall.
"Ah, the high priest is here," a half-dwarf came over with a half-meter-long hammer on his waist.
"Do you want to see the leader or the fox?"
"I want to ask the fox some questions first, and then go to see your leader!" The high priest nodded and gestured with his hand to trace the path at the end of the hall.
"Okay, come with me." The half-dwarf led the high priest into the cave path, found the room soon, and invited the high priest to go in.
"Lord Messenger? How are you doing?" The high priest's voice came into the room along with the creak of the stone door opening.
The fox girl Faneuil Fox, who was lying on the stone bed against the wall, moved her fiery red and furry ears, and turned around with great effort. She had not eaten for several days and had no strength to get angry with the priest.
"You... if you do this, you will be condemned by His Majesty the Beast God," the fox girl said weakly.
"The royal army will soon wipe out this place."
"Oh, that's good. I hope your royal court can send a beast scroller here, otherwise it won't be easy to deal with our leader who is going crazy." The high priest said as he handed the fox girl a pancake.
"Let's just eat it. This is saved from my rations." Fanier never thought that one day eating flatbread without meat would be so delicious. Tears rolled down his face.
"How dare you send demi-dwarves to guard me?"
"There is nothing you can do. No matter the barbarians, orcs or humans, they will all be affected by your charm. In comparison, the dwarves have the strongest will." The high priest watched the fox girl eat up the bread in three mouthfuls and handed it to her thoughtfully. Got the kettle,
"Drink a few more sips. This is a special sacrificial wine brewed by the barbarians. It can restore some physical strength."
"Gudu Gudu," the fox girl was still chirping while drinking wine.
"Just wait for me. Once I return to the royal court, I will make your detention of the orc envoy known to the public in the council hall, and let the entire orc army sweep across your tribe!"
"That would be great, I mean, if the orc army really comes," the high priest looked at the fox girl with some pity.
"I'm afraid that you, a little fox, don't have that much influence, and you won't even be able to enter the royal court."
"You!" Faniel said as if his tail had been stepped on.
"You've never been there, why do you say I can't get in?"
"Who says I haven't been there? My mother is a half-orc from the White Tiger tribe in Hindustan. When I was young, I went to the royal court with the leader of the White Tiger tribe." The high priest narrowed his eyes, recalling the time 40 years ago. ,
"In the Orc Royal Court, there are eight departments to discuss politics. Only the eight largest beast scrollers and 12 high priests are qualified to enter the council hall. At that time, as a servant serving the leader of Jiao Lang, I and dozens of other scrollers The leaders are waiting outside the hall together." The fox girl was shocked speechless by the high priest. She did not expect that the frail old man next to her had actually been to the orc royal court in person.
"What's more, for orcs, those who have the same shape and appearance as the gods of Warcraft are the strongest, followed by those who are the same shape and appearance. Like you, except for the ears and tail, everything else is the same as the human race. It's okay to say that you are a half-orc. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
"You!" The fox girl, who had been cleansed by the high priest in a few words, was completely speechless now.
"The barbarians just live on this plain and have a relatively primitive lifestyle. Not only do we look stupid, you can't just take an energy potion and do whatever you want." The fox girl's face turned blue and white at the words of the high priest. She didn't think about it. The old man in front of me actually didn't believe what he said from the beginning.
"what on earth do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything to you. After all, we barbarians respect the royal court of the orcs." Seeing that the fox girl had fallen into the trap, the old priest began to talk about his plan.
"I want you to help me with something. Our leader has some problems now. Once the situation becomes unstable, I need you to use charm to stabilize him!".
. . When the high priest came out of the cell, his face was much more relaxed. This fox girl had little experience and could be frightened by a few words. His plan was already guaranteed.
The high priest was led into a large room by the semi-dwarf at the door. There was already a dwarf waiting for him.
"Oh, my old friend, how are you? Are you talking to that fox girl?" The dwarf is sitting on the stone bench. There is a large glass of ale on the table in front of him. This is the dwarf leader of the entire camp, the intermediate rune master Yin Mukawi. · Hammer.
"That's almost it. Have you finished what I want?"
"Of course, my old friend, I will accept your request anytime." Yimkawi gestured casually, and immediately there was a dwarf holding a spear in both hands.
"Just like what you want, the mithril thunder rune is attached to the head of this spear. The little mithril you gave can only be used to make three shots." The old priest picked up the black spear and kept saying praising,
"It's so beautiful. It's 'Precision', 'Breakthrough', and this 'Thunderbolt'. My old man, you really haven't let me down. This is even better than the works of those senior rune masters outside!"
"Hey, what's our relationship? When I was framed by my senior brother and driven out of my hometown, if you hadn't taken me in and asked me to manage all the semi-dwarves here, I might have been sold to the orc tribe." Yimkawi took a sip of ale and talked more and more.
"It was great back then. We were all young. You didn't have such a big party, and I didn't have a family. We traveled all around the plains together."
"Yes," the high priest also recalled,
"At that time, we just did what we said, unlike now, where we are hesitant and hesitant."
"Speaking of which, what's going on with your plan? Should I take them to find a new place?" Yimkawi suddenly thought of business.
"Hey, this is a matter of time." The old priest held the dwarf's hand and said,
"Tell the children to pack their things and be ready at any time. That guy just lost control in the past few days."
