A few hundred gold pounds fell to the ground, sparkling and attracting everyone's attention.
Oh no! My gold pounds!
Cell's face turned green when he saw his belongings fall to the ground.
Before he could even bend down to pick them up, the gold pounds were picked up by the elves, along with his spiked club and magic staff, as spoils of war.
"Haha, this is the first time I've seen a BOSS drop items on its own accord, and there are so many gold pounds. So rich!"
The elf who picked up the gold pounds laughed heartily.
Cell was speechless.
That's the gold pounds I've plundered for so many years …
He felt wronged.
But his life was more important, and Cell did not dare to be rash. He could only stare resentfully at the elf who took his gold pounds …
But very quickly, Cell felt the surrounding atmosphere suddenly change, and there was a sudden pressure that made his heart palpitate.
Then, he saw a black-haired, red-eyed elf youth and a slender, red-haired half-dragon girl suddenly stand up and block the elf's path.
Behind them were a few fledgling dragons, and their gazes, like those fledgling dragons, were fixed on the gold pounds in the elf's hand, with a strong sense of oppression …
And that aura that made one's heart palpitate originated from them.
These were two terrifyingly powerful experts!
And they were very likely powerful Gold Professionals!
Cell's heart thumped, and he felt more and more hopeless.
With such powerful Professionals overseeing the tribe, it was completely over for them this time …
Then, he saw the youth and the girl directly block the elf who picked up the gold pounds. The elf was stunned, and then he ingratiatingly split the gold pounds into two and offered them with both hands.
"Lord Merril, Lord Tiberia, these gold pounds were just about to be given to you! Hehe, please take care of me in the future! That … Give me more dragon scales and dragon saliva … "
"Not bad."
"That's more like it."
The youth and the girl nodded, and then glared at each other before dividing the gold pounds.
Dragon scales and dragon saliva?
Cell was slightly taken aback, and looked at the youth and the girl again.
This time, he noticed their vertical pupils, which were obviously different from ordinary people.
When he thought of that suffocating pressure, combined with the various rumors in the Segers Continent, Cell's heart skipped a beat. He felt an inexplicable sense of fear …
He suddenly had some guesses about the identities of these two existences that even the elves had to be respectful to …
Megalosaurus!
They were most likely adult Megalosaurus in human form!
At this moment, Cell completely dispelled the idea of taking advantage of the chaos to escape …
An adult Megalosaurus was much more terrifying than an ordinary Gold-tier professional!
Of course, his gaze towards the gold pound became even more sorrowful.
Because he knew that this time, the gold pounds really wouldn't come back …
Cell had completely lost all will to resist. He crouched down with his head in his hands.
Then, the elves quickly swarmed him and stripped him of all his equipment …
The priest's robe and leather boots were not left behind for him. Even the beloved bone cup made from the skull that he carried with him had been taken away.
As for Cell himself, he could only wear thin underwear as he stared blankly at the elves who were in a state of excitement …
The half-orc tribe was completely finished.
The moment Cell surrendered, the half-orcs who were still fiercely resisting suffered a great psychological impact. Many of them also lost their fighting spirit …
The remaining half-orcs also gave up fighting and began to scatter.
For the half-orc tribe, the priest was the soul of the tribe.
When the priest surrendered, the tribe's soul and courage had already dissipated …
So, what followed was a one-sided crushing.
The elves laughed grimly as they chased after the fleeing half-orcs and robbed the completely chaotic villages. They stripped the surrendered half-orcs of their equipment and threw them together, shivering in the night wind of the Desert of Death …
Not only were they cold, but they were also frightened.
Cell's mouth was wide open as he stared blankly at the group of elves who were enjoying the slaughter and looting.
He was actually no stranger to such a scene.
In the Desert of Death, the strong were respected.
Even among the half-orc tribes, before the Lionheart King completely unified the desert, there were often wars between them. Slaughter and looting were normal operations.
Many half-orcs were also indifferent to life and death, and there were few cowards like Cell.
However, that kind of tribal battle was between the half-orcs, a competition between hunters.
But the situation in front of him was completely different.
In his memory, in the battles between the half-orcs and other races, the ones who attacked were often the half-orcs, and the ones who were looted should be the human villages or elven seclusion …
However, God seemed to have made a big joke.
At this moment, the hunter had become the prey, and the originally harmless prey had become the hunter …
Ridiculous and ironic.
The battle lasted for another 20 minutes and was completely over.
At this moment, the half-orc settlement in the oasis had been completely turned into ruins.
Except for those who escaped during the chaos and those who died under the attack of the elves, there were only a hundred half-orcs left in the whole tribe who survived and surrendered.
In addition, there were seven or eight mercenaries from the Sauron Chamber of Commerce who surrendered.
The small tribe of nearly a thousand half-orcs could be said to be completely finished.
More than a hundred half-orcs and seven or eight human mercenaries gathered together. They were tied up with ropes and looked at the elves who were cleaning the battlefield in confusion and horror.
Their eyes were filled with confusion, incomprehension, fear, and shock.
To be honest, the number of elves was not many, less than 300.
But each of them was at least at the peak of the upper level of Iron, and there were more than 20 powerful Silver professions.
The most terrifying ones were the two that Cell suspected to be the Megalosaurus.
In the face of such power, and a night attack, it could only be said that the defeat of the half-orc tribe was not unjustified …
Perhaps … Only those with Gold-tier professionals or those with Golden Behemoths would be able to withstand it.
No captives escaped.
At first, there was indeed one, a human.
However, after the other party was turned into a hedgehog by the elves and directly turned into ashes, the rest of the people who were ready to make a move were completely obedient …
The captives who had completely given up clustered together, and their eyes were full of fear and confusion for the future.
No one did not know what the half-orcs and humans did to the elves …
And no one was not afraid of the revenge of the legendary evil elves.
Unlike the captives who were trembling in fear, the players were as festive as a festival.
"Hahaha, as expected! Robbery is the best way to get rich! "
Looking at the mountain of loot outside the settlement, as well as the 20 carriages full of goods, the players were overjoyed.
The leader Salty Meow was also excited, and his little face was flushed with excitement.
"Are you done counting? How much did we get in total? "
She looked at the guild member who was in charge of counting the loot.
The other party nodded and said in surprise, "We're done counting.
Guild Master, we've made a fortune this time. It seems that we bumped into a human caravan visiting us. Yes … it's the Sauron's Merchant Group. "
"There are all kinds of loot, but most of them are equipment, food, and hides."
"The half-orcs dropped more than 600 sets of equipment, and there are also 500 sets of brand new imperial equipment. Each set is similar to our mid-level Iron equipment. If we convert all of them into contribution points, I'm afraid it'll be tens of millions! Haha, this means that each of us can get 30,000 to 40,000 contribution points from this raid! "
"So much?"
Salty Meow's eyes lit up.
Sure enough … killing and arson were the best!
The Death Desert map was awesome!
This map was going to be popular!
Definitely!
The reporting player continued.
"We don't lack food, but now that there are more players, the more food the better. As for hides … they seem to be a specialty of the Death Desert, and they're very popular in the human world. We can sell them to Demacia's Amway Trading Company, or we can just send people to Maple Leaf City to sell them. We can also exchange them for many good things!"
Hides?
Salty Meow nodded.
This was a luxury item in the human world, and from the players' point of view, these hides looked pretty good. Even if they did not sell them to NPCs, they could keep them and develop clothing, and then sell them to other players …
That was what she thought.
"Right, and … we also rescued three captured elven NPCs. Chopin is comforting them now."
The reporting player continued.
Elven NPCs?
Salty Meow was delighted.
That was really an unexpected gain …
Rescuing elves could significantly increase one's faction reputation, and faction reputation was linked to discounts in the shop!
Moreover, many rescued elves had a high probability of awakening as quest NPCs after they returned to Fei Lengcui. These quest NPCs would have full favorability with the players who had rescued them. It was very convenient for them to pick up private quests!
Of course, even if the benefits of rescuing elves were excluded, Salty Meow, who no longer saw "Elven Nation" as a simple game, was willing to see more elves being rescued …
"Lastly …"
The reporting player paused and looked at the Half-Orc and human captives.
"We've captured a total of 136 captives, 128 of which are Half-Orcs and 8 humans. Their average strength is around mid-Iron-rank, and most of them are shallow believers. There are even two non-believers among the humans. There are no serious injuries, and some have minor injuries, but they can be treated. We've specially selected them, and they're all good materials for mining … "
"Very good!"
Salty Meow nodded in satisfaction.
With so many captives, it was about time.
Her idea of Half-Orc miners was just an idea. Although it was very feasible in theory, it was the first time … It was better not to make too big of a scene to avoid any problems.
As for the captives' beliefs …
Devout believers rarely surrendered, so most of the captives were shallow believers.
Even if the captives surrendered, the players would not dare to take them in …
In the game's settings, once a believer reached the level of devout belief, their soul would return to the Kingdom of God after death. It was too risky to bring such an existence back.
However, what surprised Salty Meow was that she did not expect the priest of the Half-Orc tribe to surrender as well.
In theory, priests should be the most stubborn and should not be so cowardly.
It was only when Salty Meow used the [Eye of Faith] to look at the priest's belief that she understood why …
This Half-Orc … was obviously a Silver Priest, but was only a shallow believer!
At first, she thought that she had seen wrongly. It was only until she looked at the priest several times that she finally confirmed that he was only a shallow believer …
This really surprised her. She thought that there might be a bug in the game.
In order to become a priest among elves, one had to be an experienced and devout believer. She did not know how this Half-Orc, who was only a shallow believer, became a priest …
However, this also made Salty Meow give up on the idea of killing him.
It was difficult for a devout believer to give up belief, but it was different for a shallow believer.
These hundred-odd Half-Orcs were only the preliminary selection. Only those who chose to give up their belief would be brought back, and the rest would be turned into experience points and contribution points.
After all … even a shallow believer had the risk of becoming a devout believer.
Of course, even a non-believer could become a devout believer or even a fanatic. The safest way was to simply convert these Half-Orcs and humans to the Yggdrasil World Tree. That way, they could also get the priest's mission for free.
However, Salty Meow did not think that she was that easy to deal with. She did not expect to spend most of her energy on these Half-Orcs and humans. She only wanted to ensure that they had no way out …
In fact, the method was very simple.
She revealed a devilish smile and whispered into the ears of the players beside her.
That player's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked down …
After a while, he returned with two small idols in his hands.
The idols were made by the players out of clay at the last minute. It was not difficult for some veteran players who were good at Earth Magic.
One was a replica of the God of Winter and the Hunt, Oulleur, worshipped by the Half-Orc tribe.
The other was the God of Darkness and Shadows, Hoeder. It was made according to the screenshots of the players in the underground war.
The former was the true god worshipped by the Half-Orcs, and the latter … was the true god worshipped by the mercenaries of the Sauron Merchant Group.
Unlike the idols worshipped in the temple, these idols were not baptized by the power of faith and could not receive the true god's descent.
However, they had a strong symbolic meaning.
Salty Meow smiled as she walked up to the Half-Orcs and human mercenaries and put down the two idols.
Then, she smiled and said, "Everyone, you don't have to surrender.
"Everyone, we won't be able to forgive you even if you surrender, unless you renounce your beliefs and become faithless."
"Here, these are the idols of the true gods you believe in. The God of Winter and the Hunt and the God of Darkness and Shadows are both decent gods. Everyone, spit before you leave. "
Her voice was sweet and pleasant.
However, in the ears of the Half-Orcs and mercenaries, she sounded like a devil in elf skin …
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