"Miners?"
Hearing Salty Meow's words, the players' eyes lit up.
It all started with the magic gun …
With the improvement of the steam gun into a more powerful magic gun that could absorb experience, the archer profession was on the rise.
Unlike the bow that required serious learning, the magic gun was easier for the players to master, and the aim was more accurate, and the damage was higher.
This gave many long-range players who had a headache using the bow a light at the end of the tunnel.
Not only that, but with the support skills that were originally suitable for the bow, the magic gun could even unleash more power.
Even non-archer players, and even some spellcaster players, could carry a magic gun for self-defense.
Without a doubt …
The magic gun developed by the players, after being evaluated and highly praised by the bosses, became the most popular weapon in just a few days.
However, the production of the magic gun in the Elf Forest was far less than the players' demand for the magic gun.
It was not difficult to modify the steam gun into a magic gun.
For some players who had learned Magic Inscription, they could modify the steam gun by themselves as long as they followed the modification methods published by the bosses on the forum.
And for those who had learned Forging, they could even use the materials to create better magic gun equipment.
However, the problem lay in the modification and forging.
Unlike other weapons, the modification and forging of the magic gun required the use of a metal with good magic conductivity — Mithril, as well as an ore that could store magic — Magic Stone.
The former was used to modify the magic gun, while the latter was not only used for modification, but was also a device to store magic and was a consumable.
With these two materials, the players could show off their skills.
Thus, these two materials naturally became rare items in the Elven Forest.
Unfortunately, the Elf Forest did not have these two materials.
Normally, the players would use the specialties of the Elf Forest to trade with the Dwarves in the underground world.
However, the trade volume was too small and too expensive.
The bosses could still play, but the civilians had to stand aside.
However, it was not known whether the players were lucky or the game officials had already arranged it.
Just as many players were crazily complaining about the cost of modifying the magic gun on the forum, someone discovered Mithril and Magic Stone mines in Rivendell …
Well, perhaps it shouldn't be said that someone discovered it.
Instead, there were some quick-witted players who finally managed to raise the favorability of the Spider Empress Lolth, who lived in seclusion under Rivendell, to over 50 by telling stories and giving her delicious food …
In the end, after much coaxing and pestering, the player was finally told the location of the mine …
This wasn't easy.
This was because these two materials were also delicious food for the Crypt Spiders.
And so … the mining operation began in earnest.
Spring had arrived for civilian Archers.
However, once there were minerals, they still needed to be mined.
The Crypt Spiders loved to eat these minerals. Asking them to help was like throwing meat buns at a dog.
So … the players were the only ones left.
And mining minerals was a laborious job …
Thus, another problem arose.
That was when the Players suddenly realized that the Elven Forest lacked labor …
Were there many players in the Elf Forest?
Many.
Since the open beta, a total of 160,000 players had gathered in the Elf Forest.
Although most of the veteran players spent most of their time in the wilderness, the 100,000 new players were enough to make the core area extremely lively.
However, even though there were more players, the Elven Forest lacked labor.
Because … the demand for magic guns had increased.
Not all players were willing to do manual labor. More players yearned for swords and magic, adventures and battles.
It was okay to let them take an hour to do boring daily tasks, but if they had to do manual labor all day long, only masochists would be able to stand it.
They were all here to play games, not to torture themselves …
The solution that the veteran players came up with was to "trade" with the new players. The new players would do manual labor to mine minerals in exchange for the veteran players to take them to high-level maps to level up.
This method was a win-win situation, but to be honest, the efficiency wasn't very high because the new players' mining speed was really impressive …
If there was anything to blame, it could only be blamed on Elven Nation being too hardcore.
Even mining was a skill that could be mastered through practice.
Not to mention that Elves were built on Agility. Apart from those players who walked the path of tank warfare, most players had limited strength …
Therefore, at this moment, when Salty Meow mentioned the word "miners," the other players instantly understood what she was going to do.
"That's right! We can bring these Half-Orcs back to help us mine minerals! "
"Haha, Meow Giant, you're really a genius! Why didn't I think of that? "
"Are you really only 15 years old?"
"If you look closely, the Half-Orcs are much stronger than us and have more strength. They're really suitable!"
"And they're easy to feed! What we don't lack the most in the Elven Forest is food! "
"Tsk … We can even directly feed a large group of Half-Orcs to mine minerals. We can even develop it into an industry and export the minerals to make money!"
"What's the big deal about exporting minerals? The war is about to start. We can also sell all the Half-Orcs we capture to the Dark Dwarves! Hmm … we can keep the non-believers and sell the believers! "
“666！”
"Talents! You're all talents! "
The players were all talking at once, their faces full of excitement.
They were all members of the Mengmeng Committee. Many of them were players who had lived half their lives and had all kinds of wonderful ideas.
After a while, they were even about to discuss how to use the capital accumulated by the Mengmeng Committee to develop real estate and how to further monopolize the entire Half-Orc trade in the Elven Forest in the future …
Looking at the excited members, Salty Meow did not know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly reminded them.
"But then again, only the non-believers Half-Orcs can be brought back. Otherwise, there will be hidden dangers. Also, don't force it … We don't have enough people and can't bring so many people."
"Understood, understood!"
The players nodded.
After a moment of excitement, they looked forward to the sneak attack at night even more.
But this time, it was not just for the Experience Points and Contribution Points.
…
In the central tent of the Half-Orc tribe.
Priest Cell sat under the torch, smiling foolishly as he drank the ale that he had just bought from the Sauron Merchant Group.
"Hehehe … When Andris and the rest return and sell the gold dragons and elves, I'll be able to gather enough money to pay tribute and change the tribe to a safer position during the war."
He muttered to himself, his expression full of anticipation.
To be honest, Cell did not feel that he was a competent Silver Priest.
At the very beginning, he was just an ordinary Trainee Priest who had snuck in through connections. His faith was only at the level of a shallow believer.
However, a person's success could not be separated from his personal struggle and also needed to consider the course of history.
Three years ago, the only old priest in the tribe returned to the Kingdom of God.
And every tribe had to have at least one Priest in order to maintain contact with the Royal Court.
However, the number of people in his tribe was too small and too remote. In the end, he could only choose from the short ones to the tall ones, so that he, a careless Trainee Priest, could be promoted...
He thought that was the end of it.
But last winter, the Lionheart King died in battle, the Royal Court was in turmoil, and the entire Desert of Death was reshuffled.
Since then, the Father God issued the War Oracle, and the Church of Hunter suddenly began to enhance the strength of all the Priests in the tribe in large batches. And he, as an incompetent Priest, was also given a quota and the opportunity to go to the Royal Court to receive God's blessing.
He wanted to refuse at that time. After all, his own family knew his own situation. He often dealt with human smugglers, and he was also a little affected. His faith was not devout.
If he really went to the Royal Court, he would be exposed!
However, the messenger said that every tribe must have at least one Priest to receive God's blessing, and the Church had already decided that in their small tribe, he would be the leader of the Priests in the future war.
The result surprised him.
Obviously, he was just a shallow believer who was not at the level of a devout believer, but he received God's blessing and became a high and mighty Silver Priest!
Of course, he was at the bottom of the Silver Priests.
The priests from the other tribes that were traveling with him were all much stronger than him. Many of them had even become silver-ranked priests.
However, this also made Cell quite happy and satisfied.
For him, this position was just like picking it up from the streets.
However, after being satisfied, there was fear.
As a wise man who often dealt with humans and considered himself to be knowledgeable, Cell knew that this was definitely not normal.
And this temporary forced promotion to Priest, he had also heard about it from the human bards.
That was the operation before the decisive battle between the True Gods, and such an existence was often cannon fodder in the war.
Cannon fodder.
That's right.
After becoming a Silver Priest, he must lead the tribe's warriors to participate in the war and personally go to the battlefield.
However, Cell did not want to be cannon fodder.
After thinking about it, the only way he could think of was to use bribery to change the position of his tribe in the army. As long as he could be at the back, the chances of survival would be higher.
"Heh, I heard that those evil elves are not only fearless of death, but also eat raw meat and drink blood. They will eat the captives and make them into meat skewers. They are more evil than the demons, I don't want to fight with such people."
He shook his head.
Once again, Cell counted his beloved gold pounds and carefully put it back to the place where he hid it. He then covered it with a rag and wiped away the traces.
Then, he picked up the cup made of skull and drank the ale in one gulp.
He smacked his lips and nodded happily. Then, he threw the bone cup away and laid on the bed made of animal skin. He closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting for Andris and the rest to come back.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Cell woke up from his daze.
He looked at the sky, it was already late at night.
However, Andris and the rest were still not back.
This discovery made him frown slightly.
He stood up and walked around in his tent. Suddenly, he felt restless.
"Why haven't they come back after so long?"
Cell mumbled with dissatisfaction.
Andris had been out for half a day, but there was no news of him.
Not only that, there was no contact with the people who came with him.
This made Cell, who was originally excited about the gold royals, gradually calm down.
He had lived here for decades. There was no danger in the surroundings. If there was any danger, it should be the human travelers who accidentally entered the Desert of Death and met the orcs.
However, the hunting team had been gone for too long.
"Could it be that Andris took all the gold royals for himself?"
Cell mumbled to himself.
This was possible. After all, the value of the gold royals was too high. Although he sent more people than mercenaries, Andris was a silver professional!
He did not believe in the moral integrity of humans.
Thinking of this, Cell became more and more uneasy.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from outside the tent.
The noise was noisy, chaotic, and seemed to be mixed with explosions, screams and shouts. There was also the sound of swords clashing together.
"What's going on? Is someone attacking us? "
Cell was stunned. His expression turned serious.
At this moment, the tent was suddenly knocked open. An injured Beastman stumbled in and said in horror, "What are you doing?"
"Sir Cell, it's not good! The elves are attacking! The elves are attacking! "
The elves are attacking?
Cell was stunned. He suspected that he had heard wrongly.
However, looking at the terrified expression on the other party's face, his heart could not help but thump.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of Andris and the rest who he had not heard any news about.
"No … No way."
He swallowed his saliva and quickly took out his mace that had been modified into a magic staff. He walked out of the tent.
However, at the moment when he was about to walk out of the tent, he seemed to have thought of something. He quickly sent away the orc who had reported the news and returned to the place where he hid the gold pounds. He hid the gold pounds and walked out of the tent again.
When Cell came out of the tent, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.
The sky was dark.
But at this moment, the orc tribe was incomparably bright.
However, what illuminated everything was none other than flames.
Raging flames.
Those were the tents and thatched huts that had been set ablaze by fireballs.
The buildings that were originally dry due to autumn were now like dry firewood meeting a raging fire. They suddenly burst into flames and burned half the sky. The entire tribe was in chaos.
Elves riding all kinds of magic beasts rushed in and started a chaotic battle with the half-orcs in the tribe.
No, it shouldn't be called a chaotic battle.
It was simply a one-sided suppression.
The Elves raised strange metal pipes and sprayed fire at the Half Blood Orc warriors. The Half Blood Orc warriors screamed miserably and fell one after another.
From time to time, Cell could hear the Elves arguing.
"Damn! Don't kill them all! "
"Tsk, what's the rush? There are thousands of orcs! "
Cell was speechless.
"Elves … It's really Elves! And they are the evil Elves of the Elven Forest! "
Looking at the Elves' magnificent equipment that was described in the legends, Cell couldn't help but lose his voice.
He couldn't see how many Elves came. He only felt that there was fighting everywhere and enemies were everywhere.
The air was full of the smell of burning grass and the strong smell of blood.
There was no doubt that this was a premeditated sneak attack.
And … it was quite successful.
Looking at the tribe that was completely in chaos, Cell only felt that one side of his brain was blank.
And just when he was hesitating whether to call his people to fight back or sneak away secretly, the Elves also noticed him.
It couldn't be helped. A Silver Professional was like the light in the night. Under the detection of the players, he was so eye-catching.
After discovering that Cell was a Silver-tier professional who had appeared out of nowhere and was actually a priest with extremely high EXP, the eyes of the players lit up. They rushed over in a hubbub and raised their weapons with sinister grins on their faces …
Feeling the huge threat to his life, Cell's expression changed dramatically and his face turned pale.
He almost subconsciously protected his mace and staff on top of his head and shouted at the same time:
"Don't kill me! I surrender! "
But, as soon as he said this, he immediately regretted it …
Because he suddenly remembered that the orcs of the Grotto tribe that escaped from the Elven Forest once said that these evil Elves never accepted the enemy's surrender …
Compared to surrendering, the best thing for him to do was to turn around and run, or call his people to fight.
In the time it took for him to speak, Cell missed the best opportunity and was surrounded by several Elves.
It's over …
His heart was filled with sorrow.
But, to his surprise and joy, the Elves did not drop their weapons …
Didn't … didn't kill me?
Cell was so scared that he hiccuped subconsciously.
"Throw away your weapons, put your hands on your head and squat down!"
The Elves pointed their knives at him and said.
"Thud …"
Cell didn't hesitate to throw his mace and staff on the ground. The gold pounds in his arms also fell to the ground …
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