Before ascending to God, be a good lord

Chapter 251. 249. Iron Mine Beings 2
"When are these nobles of the human race, are they still thinking about their own things?" The roaring high priest who came out of the big stone house couldn't help complaining, "Big Bear was also confused back then, and actually took in this group of noble knights." , and promised to that salt and iron department to use human races to manage iron mines. They are obviously a group of slaves, but now it’s good, this master knight and that mage have more names than human territories.”

The high priest did not return to the barbarian tent area, but entered a cave in the mine. The ground inside the cave was flat, but the cave ceiling was relatively short, mostly less than 2 meters, so the tall priest had to bend over to walk.

When the path in the cave seemed to be coming to an end, there was a turn, and the space suddenly opened up. This is a circular hall with a diameter of 10 meters, and there are 5 or 6 stone doors on the wall.

"Ah, the high priest is here," came a half-dwarf with a half-meter-long hammer stuck in his waist. "Do you want to see the leader, or the fox?"

"I want to ask the fox some questions first, and then go to see your leader!" The high priest nodded, and gestured with his hand to the path at the far end of the hall.

"Okay, you come with me." The half-dwarf led the high priest into the cave path, found the room after a while, and invited the high priest to enter.

"Master Messenger? Are you doing well?" The high priest's voice came into the room along with the creaking sound of the stone door opening.

The fox girl Faneuil Fox, who was lying on the stone bed against the wall, moved her fiery red and furry ears, and turned around with great difficulty. She hadn't eaten for several days, and she didn't have the energy to get angry with the priest.

"You...you will be condemned by His Majesty the Beast God if you behave like this," the fox girl said weakly, "The royal army will soon wipe out this place."

"Oh, that's pretty good, I hope your royal court can send a favored beast god over here, otherwise it's not easy to deal with our leader who is about to go crazy," the high priest said while handing the fox girl a bread, "Make do with it, it's saved from my ration"

Faneuil never imagined that one day eating bread without meat would be so delicious, and tears rolled down his face, "How dare you send a half-dwarf to guard me?"

"No way, no matter the barbarians, half-orcs or human races, they will all be affected by your charm. In comparison, the dwarves are the most determined." The high priest watched the fox girl eat up the bread in two bites, and handed it over He picked up the water bottle, "Drink a few more sips, this is the sacrificial wine specially brewed by the barbarians, it can restore some physical strength"

"Gudu Gudu" the fox girl was still whimpering while drinking, "You wait for me, once I return to the royal court, I must make public the matter of your detention of the orc messenger in the council hall, so that everyone The entire orc army has swept across your tribe!"

"That's great, I mean, if the orc army really comes," the high priest looked at the fox girl with some pity, "I'm afraid that you little fox doesn't have that much influence, even the royal court will Can't get in."

"You!" Faneuil felt as if his tail had been stepped on, "You have never been there, so why do you say I can't get in?"

"Who said I haven't been there? My mother is a half-orc from the Keer White Tiger Tribe in Hindu. When I was young, I went to the royal court with the leader of the White Tiger Tribe." The high priest narrowed his eyes, recalling the time 40 years ago , "The Beastman King's Court has eight departments to discuss government affairs. Only the eight largest family members of the beast gods and 12 high priests are eligible to enter the government hall. The chiefs of the oracles are waiting outside the hall together."

The fox girl was so shocked by the high priest that she couldn't speak. She didn't expect that the dying old man beside her would actually go to the Beastman King's Court in person.

"What's more, for orcs, those who have the same form and appearance as the Warcraft God are the strongest, and the second is that they have different appearances. Except for ears and tails like you, everything else is the same as the human race. You are a half-orc. Nothing wrong."

"You!" The high priest said a few words, and the fox girl who had been cleaned up was completely speechless now.

"The barbarians just live on this plain and have a relatively simple way of life. Not only does it show that we are stupid, but you can fool them casually with a potion of energy."

The fox girl's face turned green and then pale at the words of the high priest. She didn't expect that the old man in front of her would not believe her words from the beginning, "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything to you either. After all, we barbarians respect the king's court of orcs," the old priest saw that the fox girl was caught, and began to talk about his plan, "I want you to do something for me. Our leader is now Some problems, once the situation is unstable, I need you to use the charm technique to stabilize him!"

. . .

When the high priest came out of the cell, his face was already relaxed a lot. This fox girl had no experience and could be bluffed with just a few words. His plan was already guaranteed.

The high priest was led into a big room by the half-dwarf at the door, where a dwarf had already been waiting for him.

"Oh, my old friend, how is it? Talking to that fox girl?" The dwarf sat on a stone bench, and there was a large glass of ale on the table in front of him. This was the leader of the entire camp, the middle-level rune master Imkawi · Hammer.

"Almost, is what I want done?"

"Of course, my old friend, when have I ever been vague about your request?" Imkawi gestured casually, and immediately a dwarf held a long gun in both hands.

"Just like what you want, the lightning rune of mithril is attached to the tip of this gun. The mithril you gave can only be made into three shots."

The old priest picked up the black long spear, and kept praising, "It's really exquisite, this is 'precision', 'breakthrough', and this 'thunderbolt', my old man, you really don't have it!" Let me down, this is even better than the works of those senior rune masters outside!"

"Hey, what's the relationship between us? When I was framed and driven out of my hometown by my brother, if you hadn't taken me in and let me manage all the half-dwarves here, maybe I would have been sold to the orc tribe long ago." Imkawi took a sip of ale and talked more and more, "It was so good back then. We were all young. You didn't have such a big business, and I didn't have a family. We walked all over the plain together."

"Yes." The high priest also recalled, "At that time we did what we said, unlike now, looking forward and backward."

"Speaking of which, what's your plan? Am I going to take them to find a new place?" Imkawi suddenly thought of something serious.

"Hey, it's a matter of time." The old priest held the dwarf's hand, "Tell the children to pack up their things and be ready at any time. It's just a few days before that guy got out of control."

(End of this chapter)