"Miners?"

Hearing Xiao Xianmeow's words, the players' eyes lit up.

This starts with the magic gun......

With the Steam Gun being improved into a more powerful magic gun that can also eat experience, the marksman class has a faint trend on the rise.

Unlike bows and arrows, which require serious skill learning, magic guns are easier for players to use, and they are also more accurate and more lethal.

This has given a second glimpse to many ranged players who have a headache with the use of bows and arrows.

Not only that, but with the support skills that were originally suitable for bows and arrows, the magic gun can even exert more power.

And even non-marksman players, and even some spellcaster players, can carry a magic gun with them to defend themselves.

No doubt......

The magic gun developed by the players, after being evaluated by a group of bigwigs and highly praised and Amway, has become the most popular weapon in just a few days.

However, the production of magic guns in the Elven Forest is far less than the demand for magic guns from players.

It's not difficult to transform a steam gun into a magic gun.

For some players who have studied magic inscriptions, as long as they follow the transformation methods announced by the bigwigs on the forums, they can improve the steam gun on their own.

And those who have learned to forge can even use the materials to create more high-quality magic gun equipment on their own.

However, the problem lies in improving and building.

Unlike other weapons, the Magic Gun must be modified and crafted with Mithril, a metal with good magical conductivity, and Magic Stone, an ore that can store mana.

The former is used to improve the magic gun, and the latter is not only used to improve, but also a device for storing mana, and it is also a consumable.

With these two materials, players can make a difference.

As a result, these two materials naturally became scarce in the Elven Forest.

Unfortunately, Elven Forest doesn't have either of these materials.

On weekdays, players usually use the specialties of the Elven Forest to exchange with the dwarves of the underworld.

However, this transaction volume is still too small and too expensive.

The bigwigs are still having fun, and the civilians have to step aside.

However, I don't know if it's the players' luck or the game's official arrangement.

While many players were frantically complaining about the cost of improving the magic gun on the forums, someone discovered Mithril Ore and Magic Stone Ore in Rivendell......

Well, maybe I shouldn't have said that someone found out.

It's a player with a fast brain, who finally brushed the favor of Rose, the Spider Queen who lives in seclusion under Rivendell, to more than 50 through telling stories day after day and giving delicious food......

In the end, the player was told the location of the minerals by her......

It's not easy.

Because of these two materials, they are also delicious food for crypt spiders.

Thereupon...... A vigorous mining campaign began.

Spring has also arrived for civilian shooter players.

However, with minerals, there is still a need for mining.

Crypt spiders themselves like to eat these minerals, and let them help to beat dogs with meat buns.

So...... It's up to the players.

Mining minerals is a laborious chore......

Then another question arises.

That is, the players suddenly found that the Elven Forest was short of labor......

Are there many players in the Forest of Elves?

Many.

Since the open beta, 160,000 players have gathered in the Elven Forest.

While most veteran players have been in the jungle for a long time, 100,000 newcomers are enough to make the core area lively.

However, there are more players, and the labor of the Elven Forest is even more scarce.

Because...... The demand for magic guns has increased again.

Not all players are willing to do hard work, and many more are yearning for swords and sorcery, adventure and combat.

It's okay to let them take an hour a day to do a dry daily task, but if they do coolies all day long, no one can stand it except masochism.

It's all about playing games, and it's not masochistic......

The old players came up with a way to "trade" with new players and let new players sell their coolies for mining, in exchange for old players taking a certain amount of time to take them to advanced maps to farm monsters and upgrade.

It's a win-win, but it's honestly not very efficient, because the speed at which new players can mine is really impressive......

If you want to blame, you can only blame "Elf Country" for being too hardcore.

Even mining is a technical job where practice makes perfect.

Not to mention that the elves build accounts with agility, and most of them have limited strength, except for those players who play tank battles......

Therefore, at this moment, hearing Xiao Xianmeow mention the word "miner", the other players instantly understood what she was going to do.

"That's right! You can bring these orcs back and help us mine! ”

"Haha, Meow Giant, you're such a genius! How did I not think of it? ”

"Are you really only 15?"

"If you look closely, the orcs are much stronger than us, and they have a lot of strength, so they are indeed very suitable!"

"And it's so good to feed! The last thing we need in the Elven Forest is food! ”

"Shhh...... We can even directly raise a large group of orcs to mine, and we can also develop into an industry to further export ore to make money! ”

"What is export ore? A big battle is about to begin, and you can sell all the captured orcs to the Dark Dwarves! Well...... We keep the unbelievers, and sell the faithful! ”

“666！”

"Talent! You are all talents! ”

The players were gossiping and excited.

They are all members of the Meng Meng Committee, and many of them are half-life players themselves, and all kinds of whimsical ideas come at hand.

After a while, they were even discussing how to use the capital accumulated by the Meng Meng Committee to develop real estate, and how to further round up the future orc trade in the entire Elven Forest......

Looking at the excited members, Xiao Xianmeow couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly reminded:

"But then again, only untrustworthy orcs can bring it back, otherwise there are still hidden dangers, and don't force it...... We don't have a lot of people, and we can't bring that many people. ”

"Understood, understood!"

The players nodded their heads.

After some excitement, they looked forward to the sneak attack at night.

This time, though, it's not just about XP and contribution.

……

In the central tent of the orc tribe.

Priest Sharu sat under the torches, smirking at the gold pounds as she drank the ale she had just bought from the Sauron Chamber of Commerce.

"Hey, hey, hey...... When Andris and the others return, and then sell the golden dragon and elves, I will be able to scrape together enough money to pay tribute, so that I can change the tribe to a safe place in case of war. ”

He muttered to himself, his expression full of anticipation.

To be honest, Sharu doesn't feel like a competent silver priest.

In the early days, he was just an ordinary apprentice priest, and he was mixed in by virtue of his connections, and his faith was only to the level of a shallow believer.

However, one's success is inseparable from personal struggle, and it is also necessary to take into account the course of history.

Three years ago, the only old priest of the tribe returned to the kingdom of God.

And each tribe must have at least one priest of its own tribe in order to maintain contact with the royal court.

However, the tribe he belonged to was too small in number and too remote, and in the end he could only be short and tall, which made him, a so-so probationary priest, rise out of the ordinary......

He thought that was the end of it.

But last winter, King Lionheart died in battle, the royal court was in turmoil, and the entire Death Desert was reshuffled.

After that, God of God issued an oracle of war, and the Hunting Church suddenly began to improve the strength of the priests of all tribes in large quantities, and he, who was originally incompetent, was also allocated a quota and got the opportunity to go to the royal court to receive the gods......

At that time, he wanted to refuse, after all, his family knew about his family affairs and often dealt with Terran smugglers, and he was also slightly affected, and his faith was not religious......

If you really want to get to the royal court, then you will be exposed!

However, the messenger said that each tribe must have at least one priest to accept the favor of the gods, and the church had already studied and decided that he could only go up to this small tribe, and that he would be the chief priest in the future wars......

The result was a surprise to him.

Obviously he was just a shallow believer who was not at the level of a pious believer, but he actually gained the favor of the gods and became a high silver priest!

Of course, the lowest of the silver priesthoods......

The priests of other tribes in his journey were much stronger than him, and even many of them directly became priests on the silver throne.

However, this also made Sharu quite happy and satisfied......

For him, this status is like picking it up.

However, after satisfaction, there is panic.

As a self-proclaimed knowledgeable sage who has worked with humans, Sharu understands that this is not normal.

And this temporary forcible elevation to priesthood had also been heard from the troubadours of mankind......

That is the operation before the decisive battle between the true gods, and such existence is often cannon fodder in war......

Cannon fodder......

That's right.

After becoming a Silver Priest, he had to lead the warriors of his tribe into battle and go into battle himself.

However, Sharu didn't want to be cannon fodder.

After thinking about it, the only way he could think of was to change the position of his tribe in the army through bribery, as long as he could be in the back row, the chances of survival would be greater......

"Hey, I've heard that those evil elves are not only fearless to death, but they also drink blood, eat their captives, and make them into meat skewers...... It's even more demonic than a demon, and I don't want to fight a guy like that......"

He shook his head.

Counting the beloved gold pound again, Sharu carefully placed it back in its hidden place, gently covered it with a rag, and wiped away the marks.

Then he took the cup made of his skull and drank the ale.

Smacking his lips, he nodded beautifully, then threw the bone cup, lay down on the bed made of animal skins, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for Andris and the others to return......

I don't know how long it took, but Sharu woke up from his stupor.

He looked at the sky, and it was already late at night.

However, Andris and the others still haven't returned.

This discovery made his brow furrow slightly.

He stood up and walked up and down his tent, suddenly fidgeting.

"Why hasn't it been so long and you haven't come back?"

Sharu muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Andris had been out for a long time, but there was no news at all......

Not only that, but the people who traveled with him were no longer in touch.

And this also made Shalu, who was originally excited because of the golden dragon, gradually calm down.

He'd been living here for decades, and there was no danger around it, and if there was any danger, it would have been a human traveler who had strayed into the Desert of Death and had run into their orcs.

However, the hunting party has been gone for too long......

"It can't be that Andris guy who swallowed the golden dragon alone, right?"

Sharu muttered to himself.

It's possible, after all, the value of the golden dragon is too great, and although he sent far more people than mercenaries, Andris is a silver professional!

He doesn't believe in human discipline.

Thinking of this, Sharu became more and more uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a loud noise outside the tent.

The sound was noisy and chaotic, faintly mixed with explosions, screams and screams, as if there was the metallic sound of swords colliding together.

"What's going on? Someone attacked? ”

Sharu was stunned, his expression solemn.

At this moment, the tent was suddenly knocked open, and a wounded orc stumbled in, and said in horror:

"Lord Sharu, it's not good! The elves are coming! The elves are coming! ”

The elves called?

Sharu was stunned, suspecting that he had misheard.

However, looking at the other party's frightened expression, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Andris and the others, who had been without news......

"No...... No way. ”

He swallowed, quickly copied out his mace-turned staff, and walked out of the tent.

However, at the moment when he was about to walk out of the tent, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly broke away from the orc, and then returned to the place where he had hidden the gold pound, put the hidden gold pound in his arms, and then walked out of the tent again.

When Sharu came outside the tent, he was completely stunned by what he saw.

It's getting dark.

But at this moment, the orc tribe is incomparably brighter.

However, it was nothing else that illuminated all this, but a flame.

Blazing flames.

It was tents and thatched huts lit by fireballs.

The building, which had been dry due to the autumn season, suddenly burned like dry wood on fire, burning half of the sky red, and the whole tribe fell into chaos.

An elf riding a variety of magical beasts roared and rushed in, and began a scuffle with the orcs of the tribe.

No, it shouldn't be called a dogfight.

That's just a one-sided grinding.

I saw those elves holding strange metal pipes alof, spewing tongues of fire at a famous orc warrior, and the orc warriors fell one after another in a scream.

From time to time, Sharu could still hear the elves arguing:

"! Don't kill them all! ”

"Cut, what's the hurry? Thousands of orcs! ”

Shalu: ......

"Elf...... It's really elf! And it's the evil elves of the Forest of Elves! ”

Looking at the elves' gorgeous equipment, as described in the legend, Sharu couldn't help but lose his voice.

He couldn't see exactly how many elves were coming, but it seemed as if there was fighting everywhere, and there were enemies on all sides.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt forage buildings and the strong smell of blood.

There is no doubt that this was a premeditated sneak attack.

And...... Quite successful.

Looking at the tribe that had fallen into complete chaos, Sharu only felt that his brain was blank.

And just as he was hesitating whether to call his people to fight back or sneak away, the elves noticed him.

There is no way, the silver professional is like the light in the night, and it is so eye-catching under the detection of players.

After discovering that Sharu, a silver professional who had almost suddenly appeared, and that he was also a priest with a high level of experience, the players' eyes lit up, and they rushed over with a sinister smile......

Feeling the great crisis of his life, Shalu's expression changed drastically and his face turned pale.

He almost subconsciously put the mace staff above his head, and shouted at the same time:

"Don't kill me! I give up! ”

However, as soon as this statement came out, he immediately regretted it......

For he suddenly remembered that the orcs of the cave tribe who had fled back from the Elven Forest had said that these evil elves would never accept the towel of their enemies......

Rather than admitting defeat, his best course of action would be to turn around and run, or call his people to fight.

And in just one sentence, Sharu missed the best time and was surrounded by several elves.

It's over......

His heart was desolate.

However, to his surprise, the elves' weapons did not fall behind......

Not...... Didn't kill me?

Sharu was so frightened that he subconsciously hiccuped.

"Throw away your weapon and crouch down with your head in your hands!"

The elves pointed their knives at him.

"Pop ......"

Without hesitation, Sharu dropped the mace staff to the ground.