Bertram felt that he had been crazy recently.
He was an official of the City Hall of Mordor. He was originally a private teacher of a noble family near the south coast. He was expelled because he hooked up with the charming hostess, and finally became a pirate's military counselor. He was one of the first batch of officials in Mordor. Now his position in the City Hall was equivalent to that of a supervisor. He still remembered the scene of going to the temple for the assessment when he was appointed. At that time, he was really scared out of his wits, because a priest actually used a lie detection spell on him and asked him about his identity in detail. Originally, he thought that it was impossible for a tainted person like him to become an official, but he didn't expect that he actually passed.
At that time, he was the one who hooked up with the noblewoman, but he didn't expect that he would be the one who seduced the noblewoman.
On the surface, this aristocrat appeared to be sanctimonious, but in private, he was full of evil tricks. The methods he used to whitewash himself were one after another. Anyway, he started to enter the City Hall at that time and slowly sat up from a clerk. Maybe for the city of Mordor, they didn't care about using some talents with tainted experience.
Bertram had a lot to do recently.
He came to a warehouse in the south of Mordor City early this morning before dawn. There were already a lot of metal ingots piled up here, and there were three grey dwarves squatting and drinking next to them.
"Old Copper."
Bertram greeted the leader of the grey dwarves in front of him, and then said, "How is it? Have you finished counting this batch of metal? "
Since last week, a large number of metal ingots had secretly appeared in Modor City. No one knew where these metal ingots came from. Bertram did not see any ships transporting goods from other places, nor did he know any trade news from other channels. They seemed to have come out of thin air, and then were assigned to him by the City Hall to deal with them. As an old man in Mordor City, Bertram knew very well that he shouldn't ask too much or think too much when encountering such things that he didn't understand. He just needed to do the things assigned by the higher-ups honestly, because knowing too much about some things was not good for him.
"I'm done."
Since coming to Mordor City, Bertram found that the grey dwarves he met were drinking almost every day. Old Copper stood up, handed over a document, and said, "There are a total of 6,720 metal ingots, thousands more than the last batch."
"But."
"The craftsmanship of these metal ingots is still so bad! It's completely shoddy processing. Any dwarf apprentice can do it better than them. "
"But there seem to be other special metals in this batch of metal ingots. I need to take them back and refine them... maybe there will be some unexpected discoveries. The last batch of metal has already been smelted. You can send someone to the blacksmith to retrieve it later. "
Bertram nodded, then signed and sealed the document.
The grey dwarves quickly got to work. With the help of a group of apprentices, they transported the ingots back to their base.
"Boss."
A drunken grey dwarf said, "There are many impurities in these ingots. However, judging from the characteristics of the mineral, it doesn't seem to be from our world. Because we can't even recognize some of them. "
Old Copper turned and gave him a cold stare, and whispered, "Don't ask if you don't know."
"These metal ingots are not minerals of our world. They seem to come from below!"
Speaking of this, Old Copper pointed to his feet.
Of course, he was not referring to the Underdark, because the grey dwarves themselves lived in the Underdark. They knew almost all the minerals in the Underdark. He was referring to the lower plane, from other worlds. The grey dwarf heard this and suddenly shivered. He then looked around nervously and stopped talking.
Since these metals were not from this world, but from the lower plane, no matter where they came from, there were too many things involved. It was better for them not to know.
Bertram also felt that this batch of metals was strange, but he was a smart person. He knew what to ask and what not to ask. After handing over this batch of metals, he immediately took people to the blacksmith. The second refining of the metals was neatly prepared. The steel was sent to the Golem factory, the special metals were sent to the witches' residence, and the other batch was sent to the construction department of the City Hall. Recently, when a new batch of buildings was being built in Mordor, steel seemed to be integrated into them. A steel bar as thick as a finger was poured together in the building, which could greatly increase the firmness of the building.
After all this was done, it was already afternoon.
Bertram was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He felt that he should go to the city hall tomorrow to request for more manpower, as the amount of metal delivered increased with every batch. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to handle it alone.
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Mordor City. Study.
A half-elf woman with an elegant face who looked about 30 years old stood in front of Søren. She was one of the officials of the City Hall. It was different from other places. Maybe it was Søren's personal concept, or maybe it was because the witches here had sovereignty. Mordor City allowed women to be officials, of course, they must have the corresponding knowledge.
The half-elf lady in front of him was one of the candidates who passed the assessment. She was originally the mistress of a noble family in Autumnfall.
"My Lord!"
The half-elf lady in front of him rolled her eyes. She did not dare to look at Søren directly, but her eyes flickered a little. She whispered, "The third batch of metal ingots has been delivered. The gray dwarves found some rare metals associated with them, and a small amount of fine gold was found in the third batch of ingots. "
"The production of the Steel Golem is on track. The current supply of metal ingots is enough to last until next month."
"This is the document of statistics."
"My Lord, you can have a look!"
Søren took the document and glanced at it, then handed it back and said, "Very good. I'll leave this to you. I'll mobilize some people from the City Hall to be your assistants. "
"If there's nothing else, you can go."
The beautiful half-elf lady took the document respectfully. Her eyes stayed on Søren's body for a moment, then she bowed her head and left.
As the master of Mordor, the master of the shadows, the protector of the half-elves, and a true god walking in the mortal world, there were many beautiful half-elves who wanted to climb into Søren's bed. Søren was not surprised by this, but he would not care about it.
He knew very well what the mortals wanted.
Just his immortal life and youthful appearance alone were enough for many noble ladies to think of ways to climb into his bed and deliver themselves to his door, naked and naked.
But.
Søren had gradually adapted to the identity of a god. Unless there was a good enough candidate, it was almost difficult for him to be tempted.
Sometimes it was like this. Before Søren became a god, someone could easily walk into his life and become an important person around him. But if he missed this opportunity, it would not be so easy to get close to him again.
"The Iron Golem has started to operate."
Søren sorted out the documents in front of him, and then said to himself, "According to the historical progress, there will be three months before the fourth wave of [Elemental Turmoil]."
"More than half of the Avatar Crisis has passed without us noticing."
The gods were still trying to restrain themselves, but this restraint could not last long. With the appearance of the four main elemental gods, the real war of the gods broke out.
The confrontation between wind and earth.
The collision between water and fire.
The four main elemental gods had a congenital rejection. The first to fight were the Water Elemental God and the Fire Elemental God, followed by the Wind Elemental God and the Earth Elemental God. The struggle of the four elemental ancient gods directly provoked the nerves of all the gods, and led to the outbreak of the war between the divine systems again.
Unlike other gods, the four elemental ancient gods really did not care about the life and death of the material plane.
Because they themselves did not have many believers in the material plane. They rarely left the elemental plane, so when they met in the material plane, it was almost like Mars colliding with the earth.
"We need more Golems!"
Søren fell into deep thought and murmured, "The army of Mordor City can fight against mortals, but they can't fight against the real Devil Legion."
"We must build the Golem Legion during the Arcane Empire."
"Only in this way can we prove that we can fight against the Devil. Maybe it's time to contact the Thaling in the Mechanical Realm of Nirvana."
Søren had foreshadowed a long time ago.
He had allowed the tower spirits to leave freely so that he could borrow their power when necessary.
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The Abyss, the third layer, the Forgotten Land.
The demon Sauron sat on the throne of the magnificent palace. On his left and right were two beautiful Succubus who were serving as vases and maids. They knelt at the feet of Sauron obediently, rubbing his shoulders and legs from time to time, and bringing food and wine to his mouth. In front of Sauron was the demon Goblin Warlock, who was currently responsible for most of the accounts of the Gulumba Arena.
"The western mine needs three times more manpower."
Sauron looked down at the demon Goblin in front of him, and the Yugoloth next to him, and said in a deep voice, "My servant found some adamantine in this mine."
"It can make us better weapons!"
"Now I appoint you as the manager of the western mine. You will lead the more than 30,000 demons of the sixth legion. My request is to increase the output of the western mine by more than three times within a week."
It turned out that it did not do anything wrong.
The demon Goblin Warlock was relieved when he heard the words, and quickly expressed his loyalty, "Your Excellency! There is no problem! I'll bring people over now! "
It was just adamantine!
It thought that it was a little financial embezzlement that was discovered. It seemed that it had to be more careful in the future.
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