Ever since Levi had led the fierce Gnoll Warband to repel the murderous Cavins Rat Army yesterday, all of Zelandia had fallen into an eerie silence and restlessness.

Well, these two apparently opposite words do not conflict.

And those female drows who suddenly had nothing to do also did not run to the street to take the initiative to solicit business for the first time.

In a way, technologists are probably the fastest place in the world to get the most information.

They also heard that the bald gnoll leader Hogg who came from nowhere out of nowhere rubbed out a big fireball, and directly blew up the entrance to the waste pit in the entire West Mining Area, and the Cavins rat people buried behind it poured out like a tide, but they were counter-charged by those gnolls and cut melons and vegetables all the way into the rat man's lair, which was called a river of blood, and finally wrapped up the rat man's family.

And according to the words of the deputy commander of the gnoll, their boss even plans to domesticate and breed these rat people? I don't know how many people's eyeballs have been shattered for a while.

In fact, the dark region has been developed for tens of thousands of years, and it is not that no one has ever fought this idea, but the rat people are different from the weak and bully mushrooms, they are omnivores, and they can also burrow, both in terms of breeding costs and management difficulties.

And the most troublesome thing is that even if this extremely timid creature perceives a predator that cannot be provoked, it will flee thousands of miles to build another nest, let alone be kept in captivity by predators?

This made countless Precursors scratch their bald heads.

It was a lot of melon-eating people who knew the inside story and were waiting to see the joke of the bald jackal.

But the joke hadn't waited for that night, they had waited for a hearing that worried them.

It is said that after sweeping the Carvins in the West Mining Area, the president of the Gold Miners' Brotherhood, the gray dwarf old Tiger, took the initiative to go to the door to find the jackal Hogg, but he didn't even see the face of the bald wolf, and was stopped by his deputy Holtz, saying that their boss had handed over these trivial matters to him to manage, as for where did Hogg Wolf go?

According to Holtz's stammering words...

He went into retreat...

Everyone who has heard this sentence is confused, why do they know several phrases, but they don't know what they mean when they are combined...

Then a guy who worked part-time as a ranger said that this might be a rare profession called a warrior monk, and that he needed to exercise his body and will through various extreme methods all the time.

Then the former ranger saw a group of people looking at him with idiotic eyes...

After all, who has ever seen a warrior monk rub a big ball of fire... It's especially in this magical disordered dark demon web region.

In short, it seems that the old dwarf Tiger has a straight beard after a few brief words with Holtz, and he doesn't even bother to let go of the cruel words and leads the people to disperse, leaving a group of tangled outcast miners looking at each other.

Therefore, this quiet night is destined to float people's hearts.

They knew that when they stood in line, they finally came, and their brains hurt...

......

The dome grew brighter, and the clattering of barrels reminded the people of Zelandia that it was time to move the mines.

As it was still early, the light was still a little dim, and there was still a trace of the bloody smell of the fierce battle last night in the air, and Calvin George's mood was also dim, like a lost man who could not see the way forward.

It's a shame to say that in the early years, Calvin was actually a level 7 mage who majored in illusion and a little bit of plasticity, but he could only be considered mediocre, but his mentor praised him for being a genius, a genius with an outstanding talent in psionic energy.

It's a pity that in terms of psionic attainments, the mentor has only learned some scratches from some broken Netherel scrolls, and often sighs for his talent.

I don't know if the words of the mentor are like seeds left in his heart, and after consulting a lot of information, he found that if he wants to systematically learn spiritual energy, he may have to go to the dark region.

Calvin would never dare to provoke the big psionic monsters in the psionic world, and the Fumi ant clan and benthic demon fish, who are also good at psionic energy, will only use him as food, so he can only target some gray dwarves who used to be psionic slaves, but then broke through the psionic shackles and escaped from the psionic monster city to be the masters of their own homes.

Although these Grey Dwarves who have awakened their psionic abilities may not know the specific training methods of psionic abilities, they are the group that has the most direct contact with psionic abilities, and some gray dwarves have also awakened a lot of innate psionic abilities, and these valuable experiences are invaluable to Calvin.

As a result of his obsession, he infiltrated an adventurous team that specialized in reselling food and slaves to the dark regions as a level 7 illusion mage/level 3 plastic energy mage and a level 1 psionic warlock.

Outcome... Obvious.

They happened to run into the Drow elves who were fighting the psionic slaves, and they were captured...

Calvin was lucky, because he was a left-footed illusion mage, and he was good-looking, he was pulled over by the young ladies of the Drow elves, and asked him to continue to release some illusions that made them happy in the process, but he didn't survive two months before he was pressed day and night... I can't squeeze a drop anymore...

Even the level of his spells dropped dramatically because of his mental trance.

Calvin, who had turned into a scumbag, was so frightened that he fled through the sewers to the dungeon city of Zelandia overnight when he heard that the frenzied Drow was actually going to feed him the energy potion...

Came to this realm of the Death Net...

As a result, Calvin, a Level 7 Illusion Mage/Level 3 Plastic Mage and a Level 1 Psionic Warlock, fell again... Level 1 Psionic Warlock...

Level 1 psionic energy has an egg... Oh, and you can still hypnotize the little creatures like goblins.

But there's an egg, huh!!

"I, Calvin, will kill you sooner or later!!"

On that day, Calvin, who shed two lines of blood and tears, threw his staff in anger, put on a pickaxe, and became a member of the Brotherhood of Gold Miners of Zeellandia... Unknown miners.

This one... That's ten years...

Mage Calvin has also gone from a promising young mage to a middle-aged miner...

Maybe this day is also special...

Calvin responded to the past, walking along the mottled gravel road in a trance, and found that most of the people were in a hurry, and seemed to be gathering towards the Remlu fish stall.

"Isn't Boss Remlu's fishing ground bankrupt... Is it another stock?" Calvin thought strangely in his heart, and hurried away with some excitement.

Since the remllu fish stall ran out of stock, the price of grain across Zeelandia has soared at least fourfold in a single day.

There is no way, who let the salted dried fish have dominated the mainstream food market here for three years, and as a result, there is no sign of running out of stock, which indirectly leads to the gray dwarfs' increasingly reduced production of gray bread is not in demand at all.

Many people, like Calvin, weak humans with little food to spare, have been hungry since yesterday.

As he approached, Calvin could already hear the noise of the crowd:

"Which old brother can read the lingua franca! Help me read the words on this stone tablet! Kindly sponsor half a piece of gray bread!"

"Didi Miner Employment Incentive Policy"! Fill in your resume, and you will get two pounds of fresh rat meat when you join the company! Lady Luck is on it, is it really fake?"

"And also! If you hand in the first two hundred pounds of iron ore every day, you will be rewarded with two pounds of fresh rat meat! How do I feel like I'm a fool, or are these gnolls stupid?"

"Not only !! complete ten batches of ore every day, that's two thousand pounds of ore!!Get a big gift pack!Ten pounds of rat meat!If you can complete it for 24 days in a month, you'll get a full Cavins rat's fur!

"But... Two thousand pounds a day... It's a little unlikely!"

"There's no rule that you can't cooperate!"

"Huh?"

People who were still questioning this reward policy saw a couple of early half-breed goblins trading two hundred pounds of iron ore for the promised two pounds of rat meat from the gnolls...

The whole of Zelandia, boiling...

Not long after Calvin could not wait in line to hand in his resume, Hogg Mining's general manager Holtz directly approached him, patted the poor former mage on the shoulder, and asked with burning eyes:

"Psimancer?"

"Only... It's only level 1..."Calvin, who was almost slapped by a paw, shuddered, a little confused.

"Hahahaha! Follow me! There's a tricky thing that is lacking talent like you!"