Chapter 387
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Since the condition of the Crookes survivor camp was terrible and there was the possibility of spies sneaking in, the Church of Games' dungeon to imprison the hill-natives was not here.
In fact, the Life Class Players had already received the quest to dig and build the dungeon two days ago.
Although it sounded simple, in reality, it was not.
After all, their enemies worshipped the Lord of the Peaks. Even if he was not the Lord of the Earth, he still had a certain degree of authority over the land, and the sacred arts his believers were adept at were naturally related to the earth element.
If you really dug a hole in the ground and threw them into it, they would probably be at a loss looking at the empty dungeon after ten minutes. A day later, you would have to prepare to fight a tunnel war with these soil rats who were good at digging holes.
That was why the dungeon that the Life Players built was actually a game facility that Xi Wei had strengthened with his authority over the land.
Depending on the level of the culprit, there were three types of preventive measures: 'Enchantment: Immunity to Lesser Divine Spells' for normal hill-folk, 'Enchantment: Elemental Isolation: Earth' to prevent priests and priests from using their powers, and 'Rule of the Game: No Touching Earth' to seal the higher-ups of the church.
As part of the event experience, the combat-class Players could directly throw the hill-natives into the corresponding dungeon through lifestones after wiping them out, earning points accordingly.
Since the highest reward for the event was a warrior, ranger, mage, and clergy each — in other words, there were four hidden classes in total. That was why almost every Player was doing their best to sneak attack the hill-natives.
It was fortunate that the Players could identify their targets from the text over their heads, or a bunch of mountain hunters from Valla would have been caught as hill-natives as well …
Either way, there was no level restriction for the event this time, and Players of any level were allowed to participate. Even if they could not beat some of the higher-level believers of the Lord of the Peaks, they could defeat quality with quantity by capturing a large number of low-level believers.
Moreover, the event rewards were truly enticing. That was why everyone from first-rate Players such as Edward to third-rate Players who had just formed their combat ability were quite enthusiastic about the event and were very active.
That was why the believers of the Lord of the Peaks were having a hard time.
While the hill-natives were united against outsiders due to their common belief in the Lord of the Peaks, they were not a single entity, but were instead made up of three large villages and a dozen smaller ones.
"What the hell is going on!" Kaven Mor was a hill shaman in one of the three great hill-folk villages. He was responsible for presiding over prayers to the Lord of the Peaks, while also holding the position of village chief (or chieftain).
At this moment, he roared angrily and uneasily, "Where are those spies? Why didn't any of them come back? Did they betray the Lord of the Peaks?! "
It was not easy for him to be the first to lead his subordinates through the borders where the monster population had increased exponentially and enter the Valla Empire. He had thought that he could put up a good show in front of the deity who had sent down an oracle, but in the end, none of the scouts he had sent to search for the Lord of the Peaks' Promised Land returned.
Not only that, even when he used his magic to sense the location of those scouts, he received no feedback.
He had only sent them out for less than two days! In such a short period of time, the Lord of the Peaks' aura would not vanish even after his death, and he should still be able to sense it.
"I don't think so. Why would they betray the Lord of the Peaks when they are all brave warriors of the village? "
The other shaman who was assisting him tried to dissuade him.
"I could sense the aura of every believer within a radius of five hundred Mordons (a unit of distance used by hill-folk, with one Mordon being 1.1 kilometers). I could sense them even if they were dead and only had a hand or a leg left! And yet, there's no reaction at all! "
Not only did the shaman's words fail to pacify Kaven Mor, but he became even more furious instead. "What else could it be? Those fellows must have been roped in by Valla's people somehow and become believers! Otherwise, could they have been dragged out of five hundred Mordons by the enemy in a single day, or imprisoned in a building that carries the aura of another god and blocks my senses?! "
Even the shaman could not argue for the scouts after Kaven Mordon's roar.
After all, the possibility of 'being dragged out of five hundred Mordons in a single day' or 'imprisoning the scouts in a sanctuary that carries the aura of another god' was too small.
It would have been understandable if Valla's forces had captured a prominent hill-folk such as Kaven Mor, but those scouts were still normal hill-folk even if they had a certain degree of martial prowess and were rather clever. There was no need to treat them that way.
"I don't think it's likely that those warriors would betray us on their own. It must be that the thieves on Valla's side have grasped something that could corrupt the will of others and shake their faith in the gods!" The shaman added after some thought. "If that's the case, there's no meaning in continuing to send scouts aside from sacrificing our warriors."
"I know!" Kaven Mor felt much better after venting his frustrations, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "It's fortunate that the divine oracle had marked the general perimeter of the Promised Land, and it's divine providence to be near my village … Relay my orders, we shall march south together!"
"Isn't that a little too reckless? Moreover, we might not find the Promised Land even if we keep going south! "The shaman quickly remonstrated after doing a double take.
"The people from the other villages would be here soon, and if we keep dragging this out, even believers from other nations would come to Valla … To be a subject that contributes the most to our lord, there's no helping it even if it's a little reckless." Kaven Mor shook his head. "The Promised Land that our lord wants would definitely have some sort of anomaly that could be seen from dozens of Mordons away!"
The shaman was about to say something else, but Kaven Mor cut him off. "And even if we don't find the Promised Land in the end … we could still reach Mine Meredith if we keep heading south!"
He did not continue, but his meaning was clear: he was drooling over the famed Illum ore that was worth more than gold!
After all, hill-folk were essentially bandits who loved to plunder.
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