Chapter 447

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 one really dug a hole in the ground and threw them inside, they would probably be left at a loss as to what to do in the empty dungeon after ten minutes, and would have to prepare for a tunnel fight against the hill-natives who were adept at digging holes the next day.

That was why the dungeon that the Life Class Players built was actually a 'game facility' that Xi Wei had strengthened with his authority over the land.

There were three defensive measures according to the level of the prisoners: 'Enchantment: Immunity to low-level sacred arts' for normal hill-natives, 'Enchantment: Elemental Isolation: Earth' to prevent priests and priests from using their abilities, and 'Rule of the Game: No Touching Earth' to seal the leaders of the church.

As part of the event experience, after the combatant class Players had wiped out the hill-natives, they could directly throw their captives into the corresponding dungeon through lifestones and earn points accordingly.

Since the highest reward for the event was a warrior, a ranger, a mage, and a 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 through the text over their heads, or a bunch of mountain hunters from Valla would have been captured as hill-natives …

Either way, there was no level restriction for the event this time, and all Players could participate regardless of their level. 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 a fighting force 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 external threats thanks to their common belief in the Lord of the Peaks, they were not a single entity, and were instead made up of three large villages and a dozen smaller ones.

"What's 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 aren't any of them 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.

Moreover, the scouts he sent out to search for the Lord of the Lord's Promised land did not return.

After all, he could not find the scouts even if he used them. 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.

"Lord of the Warriors of the Lord? Why would they betray the Lord of the Peaks when they are all warriors of the village? "

The other shaman who assisted him advised.

"I can sense the aura of all the believers within a radius of five hundred mowtons (the distance unit used by the mountain people. One mowton is about 1.1 kilometers). Even if they are dead, I can sense them even if they only have an arm or a leg left! Not only did the shaman's words fail to pacify Kaven Mor, but he became even more furious instead. "What else could it be?

Her words did not pacify Kaven Mor. Instead, it made him even more furious. "What else do you think is possible? "What else could it be? Valla's people must have used some method to convince those fellows to 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 presence of another god that blocks my senses?! "

After being yelled at like that, the assistant shaman couldn't defend those spies.

After all, the chances of 'being dragged out of five hundred Mordons in a single day' or 'imprisoning the scouts in a sanctuary that carries the presence of another god' were 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. They simply did not deserve such treatment.

"I don't think it's likely that the warriors would betray us on their own. It must be that the thieves on Valla's side have grasped a way to corrupt the will of others and shake their faith in the gods!" After some thought, the shaman added. "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 boundaries 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, one 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, in the end, the mountain people were still a group of bandits who loved to plunder.