The max level Black Iron players and Silver players were having a lot of fun in the Death Desert.
But the Orcs, who were regarded as the biggest wild beasts and leeks, were miserable …
Especially the Orc tribe in the northeast of the Death Desert, near the Black Mountain Range.
As the Elves did all kinds of incredible things, such as desecrating statues, capturing Orcs as slaves, and eating the corpses, etc., these Orcs had almost reached the point where they would turn pale at the mention of the Elves …
Of course, the last one to be eaten was completely a rumor.
No matter how heavy the taste of the Players was, it was not that bad.
It was just that the Orcs' corpses would disappear after being killed, and the Players were keen on barbecuing, so the rumor was spread.
Of course, to the orcs, who had a large population, the number of elves causing trouble in the Desert of Death was only around two thousand.
And 2,000 Elves would not be able to shake the foundation of the Orcs.
But even if the number of Elves attacking was small, they were like flies that could not be shooed away. They attacked the Orc tribe again and again without tiredness …
If they were vigilant, it would be fine.
If they relaxed a little, these Elves would be like eggs that were eyeing a crack and would swarm over.
It was fine for the large tribes, but many medium-sized tribes disappeared like this.
Of course, because many Players were already at the max level of Black Iron, for them, gaining more EXP would not help them level up.
At most, they could choose to save it and directly level up when the Silver level was unlocked. Or, if they died and lost a level, they could temporarily level back up.
Therefore, compared to killing the Orcs, many Players were more interested in the Orcs' belongings, the materials traded between the Orcs and the Sauron's Chamber of Commerce, and the labor value of the Orcs themselves …
These things, to put it bluntly, could be turned into wealth.
And wealth often meant equipment and an increase in strength.
In fact, in a sense, this was quite a mocking matter for the Beastmen.
In the past, the Orcs captured the Elves not only because of the instinctive fear of the World Tree in Oulleur, but also because of the wealth that the Orcs brought from selling the Elves …
But who would have thought that there would be a day when things turned around?
Today, they had become the prey, and the former prey had become the hunter.
The shock brought about by this kind of psychological impact was indescribable to outsiders.
…
Dark Canyon, Rivendell.
The half-orc Cell put the ores into the wheelbarrow, then put away the pickaxe and carefully pushed the wheelbarrow out of the mine.
He had been a miner for more than half a month.
In the past half a month, he had been worried, afraid, and constantly worried about the sudden revenge of the elves.
However, it turned out that these elves … really only needed them to mine.
Not only that, although they had signed a slave contract, these elves were not interested in them at all.
The only thing these elves cared about was their strength.
Of course, Cell did not understand that this was also because the Orcs' appearance did not match the players' aesthetic standards …
He was from a hostile race, looked ugly, and wasn't very strong. His only advantage was that he had great strength.
To the players, such a person could only be sold as a slave.
Cell, on the other hand, was quite open-minded about this.
Those Elves were so cruel. He still couldn't forget the devilish grins on their faces when they slaughtered the Orcs.
Compared to the people who had died at the hands of the elves, Cell felt that he was quite lucky.
A bad life was better than a good death …
Moreover, although it was a bad life, as long as they were obedient, these Elves were easier to talk to.
At least … the Orcs who worked as slaves would not be treated badly when they ate.
Even … Cell felt that the food provided by the elves was better than the food in the Desert of Death!
It could only be said that the Desert of Death was too barren.
Although it was rich in luxurious furs and jewelry, the food was quite scarce. At most, they would not starve to death.
In the past, when the Elven Forest was still under the control of the royal court, the Orcs could still rely on hunting in the Elven Forest to survive.
Although many Orcs were not used to the climate in the Elven Forest, and with the obstruction of the human forces in the dark, it ultimately led to the failure of the Orcs' plan to migrate to the Elven Forest during the Thousand Years of Divine War. However, at least it provided them with a lot of food …
But now …
The Orcs could only trade with the humans, or simply rob from the human kingdoms in the east to improve their lives …
It could only be said that the Elven Forest where the players lived was really different.
It was extremely rich.
In particular, the players also knew magic, and many of them were good at nature spells, which could greatly reduce the frequency of harvesting …
Although the large influx of beta players made the food production in the Elven Forest tense for a while, it was only for a while.
Many of the players in the public beta had learned Nature Magic and became Druids. They had also become interested in "farming" …
The food production in the Elven Forest became cheap again …
What was given to the Orcs was already the most disdainful thing for the players.
However, this was something that Cell did not know.
He pushed the full wheelbarrow and carefully walked along the mine path.
Today, he was in a good mood.
Because he had dug out a part of the rich ore and had a great harvest.
The rewards and punishments of the elves were very fair. If he dug out more, not only would he be given more food, but he would also be given meat!
Thinking of this, Cell felt a little wet in his mouth.
Although he was quite shocked that the elves could eat meat, he had to admit that the elves were quite good at cooking meat.
Especially the various spices in the meat, it was really delicious.
Of course, Cell did not know that the roasted meat that the players provided to the Orcs was the leftovers of the two dragons …
As the number of players increased, there were more and more players who wanted to provide roasted meat to Merril and Tiberia in exchange for dragon scales and dragon saliva.
Even if the Megalosaurus had a good appetite, it could not withstand the number of players. In the end, even if the two dragons ate to their hearts' content, there would often be leftovers. The leftovers used to be fertilizer, but now it was the Orcs who benefited …
However, the leftover dragon saliva had naturally been carefully picked away by the players as if it was a treasure.
Cell slowly pushed the wheelbarrow.
Along the way, he could see other Orcs coming and going.
Compared to when he first arrived, there were more Orc miners here …
Cell felt that there were more Orcs in Rivendell's mine than when he had the most tribesmen in his tribe.
He did not know how many Orcs the elves had captured as slaves.
However, although most of the Orcs had not recovered from the collapse of their faith and looked a little numb … their overall condition was much better than Cell had imagined.
Not only that, he seemed to have seen some Orcs who seemed to be fatter than half a month ago.
This discovery made his expression a little strange.
But it was understandable.
Although the elves made them mine continuously, they did not mistreat them. Apart from collecting ores, they were too lazy to care about them …
At the same time, the food was not bad …
In order to make the Orcs more energetic, the elves gave them plenty of food.
Only meat could be obtained as a reward based on the efficiency of the Beastmen's mining.
But even so, just the fact that the food was sufficient was enough to improve the living conditions of some small tribes who had not even had the chance to eat their next meal in a certain sense …
Therefore, some Orcs who were originally malnourished because their tribes were too weak actually became fat.
Of course, the living conditions here only referred to the food.
Compared to the dark mine, Cell still preferred the bright Desert of Death …
But in this world, the strong were respected. Failure was failure. As a failure, being able to live was already the greatest luck. Now that he could have such a life, Cell felt that he was very lucky …
He sighed deeply and quickened his pace. He was looking forward to the barbecue today.
However, as he walked, he suddenly slowed down his speed.
Because he suddenly noticed that in a mine on the side of the tunnel, there seemed to be more than ten Orcs and humans gathered. They looked angry and seemed to be discussing something …
It was these fellows who did not give up.
Cell shook his head.
Although the treatment provided by the elves was much better than expected, and although many Orcs had lost their faith and could not return to the past, there were still many who were unwilling to be trapped as slaves and wanted to escape.
In particular, there were not many elves guarding the Orcs, and it was a shift system. This gave some people more confidence.
In addition, these elves seemed to be quite lax.
They did not seem to be worried about the Orcs escaping at all, or it could be said that they were not aware of this at all.
Not to mention that they did not send strong people to guard them at all, the elves even let the Orcs take care of the iron pickaxes with a certain degree of lethality …
This naturally caused many people to become restless.
Find a way to defeat the elves and then escape?
Cell shook his head.
Not to mention that they had been forced to sign a slave contract. If they resisted, even if they did not die, they would suffer a serious backlash. Even if they survived the backlash of the contract, Cell did not think that those who wanted to escape would succeed.
"Escape? Impossible … Because you don't even know what is watching us … "
Looking at those agitated fellows from afar, he shook his head and muttered to himself.
He once had contact with a middle-level caravan leader of the Sauron Chamber of Commerce, Andris, and often inquired about some information from him.
And Andris had once told him a secret about the Elven Race …
It was said that during the underground war, the elves once sent out a legendary magical beast with terrifying strength – the Crypt Spider Queen.
After coming to the mine, Cell had seen many Crypt Spiders in the abandoned mine.
Combining the secret information that Andris had told him, the laxity of the elves, and the conversation of the elves that he had accidentally overheard when he was transporting minerals, Cell understood that the real existence that was guarding them was not the elves at all!
The ones guarding them were the Crypt Spiders that they always saw in the abandoned mine. It was the existence behind the Crypt Spiders … It was the terrifying legendary magical beast that was guarding them!
And what he overheard that day was the elves complaining that a lot of the ores they dug out had to be given to the Crypt Spider Queen as a fee for guarding the Orcs.
"Legendary magical beast …"
Cell shivered and felt his scalp tingle.
Every time he thought that there might be such an existence spying on him in the dark, he felt uncomfortable all over.
At the same time, he also felt that the elves were too terrifying …
"A bunch of pitiful worms."
Cell looked at those people again and continued to walk forward.
Those Orcs were not from their tribe, he did not care about their lives at all …
The Orc tribes were like this, they were not united at all.
If they were really united, with their race's combat power, even if they were weak, they would not be trapped in the Desert of Death.
After all, the Orcs and the nomads of the Bluestar were somewhat similar.
And the nomads of the Bluestar, there was a Mongol Khan who used to conquer Asia and Europe with just 200,000 cavalrymen after unifying the grasslands.
Not only that, after knowing that there was a legendary magical beast spying on them in the dark, Cell did not dare to get involved with these fellows. If something happened and he was regarded as an accomplice, he would be done for.
Shaking his head, Cell continued to walk forward and finally walked out of the mine after a few minutes.
And once he walked out of the mine, he saw those familiar elves.
But today, there seemed to be more people outside the mine …
Cell noticed that not only were there elves, but there were also many Dark Dwarves.
And the Dark Dwarves were talking and laughing with the elves …
And behind them, Cell saw more than a hundred Orcs.
These Orcs were the same as when he first came to Rivendell. They were tied up with ropes, and their eyes were blank, as if they had just suffered a huge mental blow …
And Cell, who had already experienced it once, immediately knew that these should be the elves' newly caught tribesmen.
As for their empty eyes, they were probably also forcibly wiped out of their faith.
But … Cell noticed that their expressions seemed to be more absent-minded than when he first came, as if the collapse of their faith was more serious, and he did not know what they had experienced …
At the same time, they seemed to be thinner than the tribesmen in the mine, as if they were specially selected.
For a moment, Cell felt that these elves were even more revered.
Seeing that the elves were talking to the dwarves, Cell hesitated and did not rush forward. Instead, he waited for them to finish from afar.
At the same time, the conversation between the elves and dwarves also reached Cell's ears under the echo of the mine walls …
"Hahahaha! Brother Demacia, the Orc slaves you provided last time were really good, I didn't expect … You elves would also be in the slave trade one day. "
This was the Dark Dwarf.
"Hehehe, brother, we're in the same boat, let's make money together! Today's batch of Orcs is also not bad, look, look … "
This was the smiling elf.
It turned out that they wanted to sell these tribesmen to the Dark Dwarves …
Cell's gaze was complicated, he suddenly felt that he was still considered lucky.
The underground world, that was an even more chaotic place …
He could not imagine being sold there as a slave at all.
The conversation between the elves and dwarves continued.
After listening to the words of the elf named Demacia, the dwarf looked at the Orcs and frowned slightly.
"They're quite good, but they feel a little less energetic, and they're also thinner and weaker …"
"Hey! Brother, you don't know this! This is because these Orcs are different from the previous batches that were sold to you. Their faith has been completely wiped out, that's why they're in a trance … As for their thinness and weakness, that's also the aftereffects of their faith being wiped out! "
The red-haired elf said agitatedly.
"Is that so?"
The dwarf muttered.
"Yes."
The elf looked solemn.
Cell was speechless.
He opened his mouth, feeling that the elf in front of him had refreshed his understanding.
This elf …
Didn't he blush when lying?
His gaze was in a trance because his faith had been wiped out, but his thinness and weakness … that was really a personal problem.
It was obvious that this elf was planning to sell those weak Orcs to the dwarves.
The two of them conversed for a while, and the dwarf was finally convinced by the elf.
"Alright, brother Demacia, how much do you intend to ask for?"
The dwarf asked.
This time, the elf suddenly shook his head and said with a smile, "No, no, no.
I don't want money this time. I want to do some other business with you. "
"What business?"
"Cough cough cough … I heard that you seem to have business in the Dark City-State … That … I wonder if you can get some statues of the God of Darkness and Shadows? That … the kind that has been worshipped … "
The dwarf was speechless.
"What do you want these things for?! Isn't Her Highness Eve an enemy of that person?! And His Highness the Death God is an enemy too! "
The dwarf was horrified and subconsciously took a step back.
"Cough cough cough, of course it's not worshipped yet. Anyway … If you can, help me? I heard that there are many small tribes of underground monsters that worship the God of Darkness and Shadows in the Dark City-State. I think we can rob them from them … They're very weak anyway. "
The elf said with a smile.
The dwarf was speechless.
His expression changed several times before he finally said, "I'll try it.
This thing is too sensitive. Only a non-believer like me who goes through the black market would dare to do this with you. "
"Hehehe, happy working with you …"
The two of them conversed for a while and finally ended.
Cell, who heard the entire conversation, was even more confused.
What did the elf … want the statue of the God of Darkness and Shadows for?
However, although he didn't know what the elf was thinking, he suddenly thought of something else.
He looked back at the mine and his expression changed.
"Anyway … you're going to fail …"
He muttered to himself.
Finally, Cell seemed to have made a decision. He gritted his teeth and pushed the cart forward.
When he came in front of the elf, he forced a smile and said,
"Lord Elf! This is the ore I dug up today, please examine it! "
After he finished speaking, his expression became serious again.
"Also … I have some important information to report to you."
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