When the fluorescent moss in the dome has stored enough nutrients, it begins to bloom with a faint halo, and countless insects waiting for the opportunity to gather the dew rich in various trace elements.

Bang dang!

As a large iron bucket at the top of Zeellandia's only decent building was struck by the gray dwarf who was rubbing his eyes and beating Hache, it marked the beginning of a new day in Zeellandia.

Bursts of noise began to break the silence of this sinful land.

"Ahh

"Freshly slaughtered mushrooms! Eat leftover legs and grow them in the ground!"

"Team up to go down the mine! There has been no accident record for three months, and willing miners should sign up quickly!"

"Poof! Where are you going to splash your urine?"

"Salted fish, dried fish, one ore, four!

As a result, there was a long queue in front of the stall selling dried salted fish, and the queue included almost all the races in the dark region, and some of them were already waiting here before the fluorescent moss could glow.

Most of these people are physically weak halflings and former human slaves, who generally have no physical advantage, so they can only buy the cheapest and most conscientious salted dried fish in the whole of Zelandia in the past two years for a basket of standard weight ore, and then rush to the gold miners' brotherhood organized by the gray dwarves to register and enter the mines, starting another cycle of mining life.

Each person is required to pay a standard weight of ore per day as a residence tax, and the rest of the ore can be used to pay for consumption.

Here, food and all kinds of ores are the most popular currency in circulation, well... A woman's technical service may also be counted, but it is not so valuable in this one, after all, the relationship between supply and demand determines the value of the commodity, and every once in a while, there will always be some drow elves who have failed the struggle and are forced to go into exile here.

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, compared to the chaotic era of goblins, the rules made by the gray dwarves after they came here are undoubtedly more orderly, but that's only relative.

On the bright side of the daytime cycle, all creatures would not do anything inappropriate to force these female drow elves, and if they didn't attack them in groups, or use some indiscriminate means, they really wouldn't be the opponents of these drow eldest daughters who were once geniuses.

But in this sinner, food-starved land, no matter how powerful you are, you still need to eat, and the dwarven law enforcement team, who have suffered enough under the drow elves, like to keep an eye on these new drow elves.

If they are found guilty of theft or robbery, they will be punished with justice, and then they will be flogged with 'majesty and justice', and then thrown into the mines, and if they do not pay enough ore as a fine, she will not want to return to Zeelandia.

The drow elves, who are accustomed to living a good life, are obviously not physique and strength specialists, and some of them simply choose to disappear into the mines, and more of them, in order to survive, using their only currency as the price of survival.

Most of them are still a little unaccustomed to serving the alien race at first, after all, in the city of Gershorne, where the female is in charge of most of the power, they are the active and enjoyable side even when they live an adult life, but after getting used to the passive life... Their silvery nature often makes them live here fairly well.

It is even said that there is a gifted Drow who, even in such a desperate situation, still does not give up his faith in the Spider God, and is preparing to convince all the males in all of Zelandia to organize her army of concubines to counterattack the city of Gerthon.

And this epic and majestic plan has not only become a joke that every newcomer to Zeellandia must hear, but it has even been passed on to the city of Gerthorn by the do-gooders, and then to the queen of the spider god through the idle sacrifice of the gods and queens in the city of Gerthorn.

What happened next was even more jaw-dropping, when the generous drow elf had received the divine favor of Queen Rose, the spider god, in an afterthought prayer.

The effect of this charism is not known, and the drow did not tell anyone, except that after the drow received the charisma, the progress of her persuasion increased day by day, so that every creature she persuaded had to give her skill a thumbs up in extreme weakness and exhaustion.

For example, at this time, three orcs who had just been persuaded by the other drows slouched out of the smelly cavern, changed four salted fish to pass the stomach at the salted fish stall set up by the Kou Tao fishmen, and lined up behind the halflings and humans who had already lined up in advance, ready to start the day's work.

Since the burden of paying taxes is the same for everyone, it is for these energetic orcs that the daily mining work is not easy, and the excess ore is enough for them to fool their stomachs, and they can also save some to help the lost drow technicians in exchange for some pleasant technical services.

The inhabitants of Ezelandia basically label orcs as a group of brown-skinned barbarians who only know how to eat, drink, day, sleep, and dry every day.

However, removing these prejudices and grievances when they were flattened, most of the time, they still prefer to get along with these upright big men.

After all, in the dangerous mines, this kind of brute force and upright miners are often much more reliable than those who smile and hoe behind their backs.

Some miners who often cooperate with these orcs saw their core miners arrive, jumped up from the ground and ran to this side, while greeting the orc big brother, while struggling to nibble on the salted dried fish in their mouths, only to wait for the queue to enter the mine after a big fight, and after returning after dark, they will go back to be like-minded people with the orc big brothers, so as to reward themselves for their hard work during this time.

It's a normal day for the Zeellandia miners.

This time, however, there was something unusual.

Tiger Copperbeard, who was in charge of the registration of the Brotherhood of Miners, was an old dwarf who had worked here for more than thirty years, his upper body was naked with scarred arms, and he wore an ancestral half-body armor. Compared to the miners around him, who dressed like beggars, Tiger Copperbeard was like the king of the underground.

And he is also exercising the rights of a king at the moment, facing the long queue of thousands of people lining up to the depths of the market, Tiger can also deal with it calmly, he stands on a rusty anvil, holds a hammer and knocks heavily on the original iron ore in front of him, smashes the sparks and splashes, and shouts at the top of his throat: "The old rule, two hundred pounds of iron ore mineral tax, the remaining one hundred pounds for three black bread, and the price of other ores to see the price list by yourself! Don't squeeze, come over one by one!"

The people who live here have long been familiar with the rules, and they lined up early, and walked to Old Tiger one by one, like cattle for Old Tiger to choose.

"You, you, you go down to work in the mine with a pickaxe, wait!

The miners named by Tiger breathed a sigh of relief, and if they had tools, they had to go directly to the mine, and if they didn't have tools, they had to register them in the tool pile next to them, and the rent would be deducted when they returned.

And Tiger said no, the whole of one of the orcs.

The orc's gaze went from initial bewilderment, incomprehension, abruptness, to despair for a full five seconds, and then let out a roar-like roar:

"Why! Why can't I! Look at my arm! I can top three by myself!" the strong, bull-like orc waved his bear-like arms and struck his chest like a felt with a thunderous sound.

"That's it! We've been working for more than ten years! Why can't we all of a sudden! Tiger! You have to give us an explanation!"

The voice immediately drew everyone's attention.

Old Tiger wiped the saliva splashed on his face, raised his hand and pointed at the lower body of the orc, and said slowly: "You're almost rotten here! Don't you even know that you're sick? I really let you go down the mine, what if you barbarians who only have food, drink, day, sleep, and work all day in your head attack my livestock! Animals with sick butts are too easy to infect each other, and when you turn around, you are all dead, who will come to work for Lao Tzu at that time? You go down, oh, I'm in a good mood today, take a piece of black bread and leave quickly!"

"No, I can work, I want to trade ore for food, I have eight children to raise!" the orc looked excited, saying that he could not accept it.

"It's hard to talk to brainless orcs, drag it out!" said old Tiger frowned and gestured behind him.

With a muffled sound, the orcs were kicked away by an ogre standing behind Old Tiger, and the other two orcs were naturally indignant, raised their arms and fought back, and more dwarf law enforcement teams also participated, and the battle naturally did not have the slightest suspense.

The muffled sound of being beaten soon began one after another.

Seeing that the three orcs were about to be dragged away, the crowd of people who ate melons who were not too big to see the excitement reported empathetic eyes, and when they were about to continue queuing, a roar that was even more depressed than the previous orcs sounded from the fish stall not far behind:

"Dried salted fish!? I asked you to get me more ore, but you still continue to sell dried salted fish here?

When it came to the fish beach that everyone had benefited, there was an incident, and for a while, all eyes were attracted to the past, and I saw a gnolls who were obviously more depressed than angry holding the innocent and dazed Kou Tao fishman above his head and couldn't help shaking, and the whole fish was about to be shaken into a fish loose.