"You have important information to report?"
Hearing the Orc Cell's words, Demacia's spirit was shaken, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Tell me about it."
He chuckled twice, and a trace of interest appeared on his face.
Cell paused, pointed in the direction he came from, and said, "That's right.
"Lord Elf, when I came here just now, I saw a dozen or so Orcs discussing something …"
As he spoke, he told the other party about the movements of the orcs that he had seen earlier.
"Hmm … You're saying that you noticed that some orcs are dissatisfied with us and intend to rebel and escape?"
After hearing Cell's words, Demacia looked at him in surprise and said with interest.
His expression had a trace of eagerness, but he did not have the slightest bit of anger after learning that the slaves might rebel …
On the contrary, Cell faintly saw a familiar light in his eyes. It was the gaze that these elves often had when they were wreaking havoc in the Desert of Death …
That kind of gaze was the gaze of someone who found something fun, the gaze of excitement after seeing an interesting toy.
This discovery made Cell open his mouth slightly, and he increasingly felt that these elves were strange and terrifying …
He took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yes, they tried to rope in other orcs before, and they also tried to rope me in, but I refused."
"Hehe, interesting …"
Demacia chuckled and nodded.
He carefully sized up the orc Cell from head to toe, and Cell only felt a sharp gaze on him, making him subconsciously tense up. At the same time, he lowered his head deeply to show respect.
"What's your name?"
Cell heard Demacia ask.
"Sir Elf, my name is Cell."
Cell answered respectfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a large hand on his shoulder. At the same time, the signature frivolous voice of the red-haired Elf named Demacia sounded.
"Cell? Hmm … Very good! You're very good! As a reward, you'll have meat to eat every day. "
Meat to eat every day!
Cell's eyes lit up, and he looked happy.
Becoming a slave was a foregone conclusion.
And for him, the thing he looked forward to the most every day was the delicious barbecue …
After living for so many years, Cell did not have any other good points, but he had a big heart.
"Thank you, Sir Elf!"
He hurriedly said excitedly.
Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Demacia suddenly halted his actions. Then, with a faint smile, Demacia asked.
"But … I'm curious, why did you choose to report to me instead of helping them hide it? After all … You should be my clansmen, right? "
Hearing the Elf's words, Cell's movements slowed and he was a little nervous.
After a moment of silence, he finally chose to tell the truth.
"It's useless … We can't escape."
He shook his head.
"Useless? We don't have many people guarding you. To be honest, if you really work together, it's not impossible for you to escape. "
Demacia also shook his head.
"But … we've already signed a contract. If we resist, we'll suffer a severe backlash. Even if we survive the backlash, we won't be able to escape the pursuit of stronger existences."
Cell smiled bitterly.
Then, he sighed and said, "I know.
The ones watching over us are not only the Lords, but also those Crypt Spiders that can be seen everywhere … and the Lord behind the Crypt Spiders. "
"You know quite a lot."
Demacia looked at him in surprise and raised his eyebrows.
"Cough cough, this … I used to be a priest in the tribe, and I often dealt with human caravans to inquire about information. I have some understanding of the Lords' strength."
Cell replied respectfully.
"What?! You … You used to be a priest?! "
This time, Demacia was really shocked.
He looked at Cell from head to toe again with a shocked expression.
"There's actually a Half-Beast priest who gave up his faith and became a captive, and he even snitched … But isn't this betrayal too fast? He's even more cowardly than me? I thought that Half-Beast priests were all stubborn and chose to die in battle … "
He muttered softly.
At this moment, another elf coughed dryly and whispered into his ear, "Demacia, this was captured by our Lord.
"Dema, this half-orc was captured by our guild leader. He's the only priest who surrendered. Oh … I didn't mention it to you before."
"Your Lord?"
Demacia turned his head and glanced at him.
The one who spoke was a player from the Mengmeng Committee, and the Lord he mentioned was naturally Salty Meow.
"No wonder, no wonder … I seem to have heard her mention it casually, but I forgot."
Demacia nodded with a look of realization.
He did hear that Salty Meow had captured a rare "fake" priest.
It was said that the Half-Beast was a Silver-tier priest, but he was only at the level of a shallow believer. In the end, he even gave up his faith and became a slave …
Now, it seemed that it was this guy in front of him.
"Priest … If I remember correctly, every Half-Beast priest has to manage the tribe's affairs."
He muttered to himself.
Demacia suddenly chuckled as though he had thought of something. Then, he began sizing up Cell again.
As a Silver-tier player, Demacia's eyes were very sharp.
Being stared at by such a gaze, Cell, whose strength had fallen to mid-level Dark Iron, became even more nervous.
He lowered his head deeply and trembled with fear.
It was not until a few seconds later that he heard Demacia's voice again.
"Cell, right? You … Are you interested in becoming a miner? "
"Miner?"
Cell was stunned.
Demacia chuckled and explained, "That's right.
"Hehehe, it means that you will help us manage your people, be responsible for some of your daily affairs, and report your movements to us at all times."
"If you are willing, you will have meat for every meal in the future. As long as you can manage the Half-Beasts well, make everyone work more efficiently, and do your work obediently, you can even be exempted from mining tasks … Of course, if there are some troublesome fellows that you can't solve, you have to report to us in a timely manner. Hmm … This time is very good."
"To put it bluntly, you will be the leader of all the Half-Beast slaves and communicate with us."
"However, if you don't do well, you will be punished!"
As Demacia spoke, he looked at Cell with a smile.
Timid, obedient, quick-witted, and had management experience at the same time.
In his opinion, this Half-Beast had the potential to be a lackey leader!
The only thing that dissatisfied him was that he could easily betray his companions. At the right time, he would also easily betray his master.
In other words, this guy only had himself in his heart and was very selfish.
This kind of character could not be trusted completely. When he said he would betray, he would betray.
In a sense, this Cell could be considered a ruthless character.
However, as long as he was strong enough, he could subdue this kind of fence-sitter and make him do things for him. This would save him a lot of effort.
After playing the game for so long, Demacia's mentality had long been different from before.
Although he still had the desire to court death, at least when facing NPCs, he was no longer the young man who only saw NPCs as data.
Considering the actions of NPCs as if he was considering a person's psychology was the biggest proof.
And this was also a sign that many players had truly integrated into "Elf Nation" and gradually become one with the natives.
"How about it? Are you willing? "
After explaining, Demacia looked at Cell again.
Cell was slightly stunned at first, then his expression became joyful.
"I … I'm willing!"
If he could gain the trust of the Elves, he would have a guarantee for his future life. Of course he was willing!
Seeing that Cell had accepted the recruitment, Demacia was also very satisfied.
Of course, no matter how respectful the other party was, he knew that this was not true loyalty.
Even … if the players completely let go and let this guy truly integrate the Half-Beast in the mine and gain the support of the Half-Beast, there was no telling what would happen.
Even though Rose wouldn't be able to overturn the situation, it would still be troublesome.
But he had already thought of a solution.
When this matter was over, he would arrange for players who knew Transfiguration and Disguise to infiltrate the Half-Orcs and spread the news that Cell had taken the initiative to join the Elves as a lackey, so that the Half-Orcs would completely isolate him.
And in this way, no matter what the original intention of this Half-Beast called Cell was, he would essentially be alienated from the rest of the Half-Beast.
At this time, he could only cling to the players' thighs and squeeze the other Half-Beast dry, walking down the path of being a lackey until the end.
At the same time, he also had to divide the Half-Beast who had the same inclination as Cell.
Hehehe, only when the Half-Beast bites each other and cannot be united internally, the players can manage them more stably.
"Okay, leave your mine cart. This is your dinner today, a big piece of meat as a reward. Go down! From tomorrow onwards, you will officially be the head of all the Half-Beast mines in this mine. "
Demacia said.
"Thank you, Lord Elf!"
Cell was pleasantly surprised and thanked him repeatedly.
He took out his own bowl and took the food, smelling the big piece of roasted meat with an intoxicated expression.
He had not seen such a big piece of meat in a long time!
Their tribe was originally a small tribe and did not have enough resources. The last time he saw such a big piece of meat was when the tribe hunted a magical beast in the Gloom Mountains and the other tribesmen offered it to him.
However, looking at the big piece of roasted meat in front of him as a reward, he was happy for a moment, but his expression gradually became sad again.
He suddenly thought of his own tribesmen.
He thought of the tribe elder who was determined not to change his faith after being captured and finally chose to kill himself.
He thought of the tribesmen who resisted resolutely in battle and finally died under the swords of the Elves.
At the same time, the scene of the escaping Half-Beast inviting him flashed in his mind.
For a moment, Cell's expression suddenly became complicated and he looked hesitant.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else? "
Demacia asked again.
Cell shook his head, but his expression changed a few times and he nodded hesitantly.
"What is it? Is there anything else to report? "
Demacia frowned.
"No … No …"
Cell shook his head.
He looked back at the mine again and his expression was a little conflicted.
But very quickly, he clenched his teeth and asked with some apprehension.
"Sir Elf … I would like to ask, what do you plan to do to those Half-Beast who intend to resist?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing his words, Demacia was a little surprised.
"Why? Do you have any suggestions? "
He squinted his eyes and looked at him.
Being stared at by Demacia, Cell only felt his scalp go numb. He never thought that he would have such fear towards Elves …
He took a deep breath and said carefully.
"That … Sir Elf, I was thinking … Although they resisted, you also know that they are destined to fail. That … So, I think we can give them a chance …"
"Hmm? But … You were the one who snitched … Do you regret it now? "
Demacia chuckled.
Hearing Demacia's words, Cell was a little disappointed.
Regret?
He did not know.
He did not know why he suddenly had the idea of interceding for those guys …
He originally planned to step on those guys from other tribes to gain the trust of the Elves.
He should not have cared about the lives of those who were not from his tribe.
But seeing that he was really about to gain the trust of the Elves and that the price was likely to be the death of those Half-Beast Men, he suddenly hesitated.
This was ridiculous.
Obviously, he was the one who pushed all of this.
But …
Sigh …
He did not understand himself.
Cell was silent for a moment and could only laugh bitterly.
"I don't know … It's just … I don't want to see them die anymore …"
As soon as he said this, Cell felt that he was a little hypocritical.
At the same time, he became nervous again.
He did not know if his words would anger the Elves.
However, contrary to what Cell had imagined, Demacia merely chuckled after hearing his words.
"Sure, as long as you can persuade them to calm down and work hard, we will not pursue the matter."
Hearing his words, Sharu heaved a sigh of relief.
But soon, he was slightly stunned and pointed at himself.
"Me?"
"That's right, you said it, so naturally, you will solve it. If you can solve it, everyone will be happy."
Demacia nodded.
Then, he changed the topic.
"But if they really make a big deal out of it, I can't guarantee what will happen."
He chuckled, patted the other party's shoulder, and said meaningfully, "That's right.
He said meaningfully, "Do a good job, Mr. Cell."
After that, he put the ores into the storage space and left with the other Elves, leaving Cell stunned.
Cell held his rice bowl in a daze for a while. Finally, he suddenly reacted and hurriedly turned to walk into the mine …
His figure disappeared into the darkness.
After the deal with the Dark Dwarves, Demacia left Rivendell.
As he walked, he thought about the Half-Beast Cell that he just met.
"It seems that there are many surrenders among the Half-Beast Men …"
"Regret … It seems that he still has a little conscience and is not a complete fence-sitter. He is not ruthless. Hmm … If that's the case, I feel that the value of training him is greater. "
"I have a feeling that maybe I can find another way to deal with the Half-Beast Men."
"In this world, the solution to problems is not just fighting and killing … Hehehehe …"
As if he thought of something, he laughed again. That slightly wretched expression made the players around him unable to look directly at him. The corners of their mouths twitched …
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