Game of the World Tree - Chapter 372

372. Chapter 370 Stupid!

The underground world, Shanatar City-State.

This is an ancient city-state located in the upper area of the western region of the Underdark, separated from the City of Blades by an underground lake.

It is said that this underground city was first built by the Dark Dwarves in the early Silver Age, and was destroyed in the war in the middle and late Silver Age. It was rebuilt by the Deep Dwarves on the original ruins three thousand years ago…

Like the City of Blades located at the commercial node, the Shanatar City-State is also a commercial underground city, and its structure is very similar to the Black Rock City in the Deep Rift.

However, it is slightly different from the dark dwarves in the City of Blades who specialize in selling armor and swords. Although the city-state of Shanatar also sells similar equipment, the wizard robes woven by the underground gnomes using the spider silk of crypt spiders are more famous in the underground world…

Of course, this is also why the siege of the Dark Alliance army has become low-intensity, and players can no longer quickly earn experience points by killing undead, but there are still so many new players who want to get a set of equipment even if they have to die once.

There is no other reason, the wizard equipment is too damn good! And too damn little!

Of course, the players are happy, but the senior officials of Shanatar are not so happy.

At this moment, the current chief dwarf of the city-state, Katra, is lying on the bed, looking at several senior officials of Shanatar in front of him expressionlessly.

Among them are the financial steward of the city-state, the intelligence officer, the military minister, and the diplomat who invited the elves for foreign aid, and the successor to the next chief – Dorulu.

Although the situation of the city defense war was very good, the atmosphere here was very solemn.

Everyone faced the chief lying on the bed, and listened to the report of the financial steward with trembling:

“Chief…”

The financial steward’s voice was very bitter:

“Since the elves joined the war, although our pressure has been greatly reduced, the expenditure has been rising at a terrifying rate…”

“In the week since the elves joined the war, we have used up all the spider silk robes and armor equipment in stock, and have owed more than 20 million gold pounds, as well as an additional 5,000 sets of spider silk robes…”

“This… is the income of our city for nearly 20 years.”

Deathly silence.

Hearing this number, Catra’s face suddenly turned pale.

He coughed a few times, looked at the Minister of Military Affairs, and asked coldly:

“Tell me about the situation of the defense war, especially the situation of the elves.”

The Minister of Military Affairs was a dwarf. He nodded and said in a deep voice:

“Chief, the current city defense is in good condition. After the elves joined the war, the casualties of the soldiers were greatly reduced, and the pressure of defense was greatly reduced. However, the casualties of the elves are somewhat surprising.”

He paused and gave an astonishing figure:

“According to our statistics, the elves have sent out nearly 100,000 troops to participate in the war this week.”

“100,000? This is impossible! There are at most 20,000 elves defending on the city wall!”

Dorulu couldn’t help but lost his voice. It was not

until Chief Katra gave him a cold look that he shuddered and closed his mouth embarrassedly.

Then, the Minister of Military Affairs explained:

“Sir Dorulu, the reason why you only see 20,000 people is because these 100,000 people came to support one after another. Not only that, most of them were ‘killed’ in battle.”

“Killed in battle?”

Dorulu’s expression was very wonderful.

He did not participate in the city defense battle, so he was not really clear about the elves’ battle.

“That’s right, but not all of them died in the battle with the undead. Many of them fell off the city wall and died accidentally… But I am more inclined to believe that they committed suicide.”

Suicide? How is this possible?

Doruru felt it was absurd.

Looking at Dorulu’s dull expression, the old chief snorted coldly and looked at the female intelligence officer of the city-state:

“Shana, tell him what news you have heard.”

“Yes, Chief.”

The underground dwarf called Shana saluted respectfully. She looked at Dorulu, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and said lightly:

“We have found out the details of these elves and have learned the true situation of the defense of the City of Sharp Blades.”

“These elves… originated from the surface. They abandoned the belief in the World Tree and believed in a goddess of life named Eve, who is said to control the two priesthoods of nature and life.” “

It is said that this is a new god who is suspected to be supported by the great His Majesty Hela and inherited the priesthood of the World Tree. Of course, there are also speculations that it is an incarnation of a true god created by His Majesty the God of Death in the earthly world…” “These

elves are the followers of the ‘Goddess of Life’, and not only are they numerous, but they also have the ability to be immortal. Once they die, they will be resurrected in another place…”

“They changed their beliefs, and they also seemed to have changed their temperaments.”

“During the defense of the City of Blades, it is said that the number of elves participating in the battle reached 80,000, but the number of elves defending on the city walls did not exceed 20,000 at most, which is similar to our city-state…”

“After the battle, the City of Blades owed a huge amount of gold pounds and equipment, and all of this needed to be paid to the elves.”

“In addition, many witnesses have proved that they saw familiar faces among the elves who received the equipment for the battle again… Many people seemed to have received it repeatedly…”

The goddess of life? Immortality? Resurrection?

Dorulu was stunned.

After the female intelligence officer finished her report, she stood aside respectfully.

The chief looked at the dazed Dorulu, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, sighed, and said:

“Others leave, Dorulu stay.”

The Minister of Finance and others quickly left, leaving only Chief Katara and his grandson Dorulu in the room.

“Dorulu, do you understand what’s going on now?”

The chief said coldly.

Dorulu’s expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said,

“I know, we were tricked by these supporting elves! They actually used their abilities to defraud our wealth!”

“Stupid!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by the angry roar of the chief.

The old chief was so angry that he trembled. He coughed a few times and said angrily:

“There is something wrong with these elves. Didn’t you see it at the beginning?! Didn’t you communicate with the envoys who went to Black Rock City?!”

“Although the City of Sharp Blades successfully defended the attack, don’t you know about their situation? Even if you don’t know the specific information, don’t you know to inquire?!”

“When you don’t understand everything, you easily signed an agreement with the elves that is similar to the City of Sharp Blades. Isn’t this stupid?!”

“These strange elves are as cunning as humans, but your stupidity is the biggest reason for our city-state’s current situation!”

The old chief roared angrily.

Dorulu looked flustered and lowered his head and dared not speak.

As if he was tired, the old chief took a breath and shook his head deeply:

“Hey…”

His voice was very tired.

After a moment of silence, the old chief looked at Dorulu again.

This time, his eyes were very serious and solemn:

“Dorulu, I ask you now, what should we do next?”

After hearing the chief’s words, Dorulu raised his head.

When he saw the stern eyes of the city-state chief, who was also his grandfather, he subconsciously dodged.

But soon, he mustered up the courage, gritted his teeth and said:

“They are deceiving us!”

“So… these elves have been repeating the process of death and resurrection for 20,000 people!”

“In this case, there is no need for us to pay the promised reward! Not only that, we should also recover the money that was overpaid to them!”

After hearing Dorulu’s words, the old chief’s face became even more livid.

He picked up a crutch in front of the bed and smashed it on the other party’s face with his backhand, and roared angrily:

“Stupid!”

This is a transition chapter, which may not suit everyone’s appetite. In addition, the second update will be a little later, probably after 12:30.

(End of this chapter)