The underworld, the city-state of Shanatar.

It is an ancient city-state located in the upper part of the Western Region of the Dark Regions, separated from the City of Blades by an underground lake.

It is said that the dungeon was first founded by the Dark Dwarves in the early Silver Age, destroyed in wars in the mid-to-late Silver Age, and rebuilt by underground gnomes on the original site 3,000 years ago......

Like the City of the Blades in the commercial node, the city-state of Shanatar is also a commercial dungeon, similar in structure to the Black Rock City of the Deep Rift.

However, unlike the Dark Dwarves of Blade City, who specialize in armour and swords, while the city-state of Shanatar also sells similar equipment, the mage robes made from the silk of crypt spiders are more famous in the Underworld......

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

Without him, the mage's equipment is so special! It's so special!

Of course, the players are cool, but the higher-ups of Shanatar are not so happy.

At this moment, the current chief of the city-state, the old dwarf Katra, was lying on the bed, looking at the few high-ranking people in front of him with an expressionless face.

Among them, there are the treasurers of the city-state, the intelligence officer, the military minister, and the diplomat who invited the elves to come to aid, and the successor of the next chief - Doruru.

Obviously, the situation of the city's defense is very good, but the atmosphere here is very dignified.

Everyone looked at the chief lying on the hospital bed, and listened to the report of the treasurer with trepidation:

"Chief Lord......"

The voice of the treasurer was very bitter:

"Since the elves joined the war, although our pressure has been greatly reduced, our expenses have been rising at a terrifying rate......"

"In the week since the elves entered the war, we have exhausted all the silk robes and armor equipment in stock, and we already owe more than 20 million gold pounds, as well as an additional 5,000 sets of spider silk robes......"

"This ...... It has been the income of our city for almost two decades. ”

Deathly silence.

Hearing this number, Katra's face suddenly turned pale.

He coughed a few times, looked at the Minister of War again, and asked coldly:

"Tell me about the defensive battles, especially the elves."

The Minister of War, a dwarf, nodded his head and said in a deep voice:

"Lord Chief, the current state of the city's defense is good, and after the elves entered the battle, the casualties of the soldiers have been greatly reduced, and the pressure on the defense has been greatly reduced, but ...... The casualties of the elves were somewhat striking. ”

As he spoke, he paused and gave a staggering number:

"According to our statistics, this week, the elven side has sent a total of nearly 100,000 troops to participate in the battle."

"One hundred thousand? That's impossible! There are up to 20,000 elves defending the walls! ”

Doruru couldn't help but lose his voice.

It wasn't until Chief Katla gave him a cold look that he shuddered and shut his mouth in disdain.

The Minister of Military Affairs then explained:

"Your Excellency Doruru, the reason why you only see 20,000 people is because these 100,000 people have come to support one after another, and not only that, but most of them have been 'killed'."

"Killed?"

Doruru's expression was wonderful.

He didn't participate in the battle of the city defense, and he really didn't know about the battle of the elves.

"Yes, but not all of them died in battles with the undead, and many died accidentally after falling off the wall...... It's just that I'm more inclined to them to be suicidal. ”

Suicide? How is this possible?

Doruru felt ridiculous.

Looking at Doruru's sluggish expression, the old chief snorted coldly and looked at the female intelligence officer of the city-state:

"Shanna, tell him what you have heard."

"Yes, Chief."

The underground dwarf called Shanna saluted respectfully, she looked at Doruru, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and said lightly:

"We've ascertained the details of these elves, and we've learned the truth about the defense of the City of Blades."

"These elves ...... Originating from the surface, they abandoned their belief in the World Tree and embraced a goddess of life named Eve, who is said to be in charge of both nature and life. ”

"It is said that this is a newly promoted deity who is suspected to have inherited the priesthood of the World Tree under the support of the great Haila's crown. Of course, there is also speculation that it is the incarnation of a true god created in the earthly world under the crown of death......"

"These elves are the dependents of the 'Goddess of Life', and they are not only numerous, but also have the ability to be immortal, and once they die, they will be resurrected in another place......

"They changed their beliefs, and at the same time they seemed to have changed their temperament."

"In the course of the defensive battle of the Blade City, the number of elves participating in the battle is said to have reached 80,000, but the number of elves defending on the city wall did not exceed 20,000 at the most, which is similar to our city-state......"

"After the battle, the city of blades owes a huge amount of gold pounds and equipment, and this needs to be paid to the elves."

"In addition, there are many hitters who have proved that they are among the elves who have reclaimed their battle equipment...... Seeing familiar faces, many people suspected of receiving ...... repeatedly"

The goddess of life? Immortal? Resurrection?

Doruru was dumbfounded.

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

The Chief glanced at the sluggish Doruru, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

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

"The others stand back, and Doruru stays."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer and others soon retired, leaving only the chief Katla and his grandson Dorulu in the house.

"Doruru, do you understand what the hell is going on now?"

The Chief said coldly.

Doruru's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I see, we've been put together by these supporting elves! They are using their abilities to defraud us of our wealth! ”

"Stupid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the chief roared angrily.

The old chief trembled with anger, he coughed a few times, and said angrily:

"There's something wrong with these elves, didn't you see it in the first place?! Didn't you communicate with the emissary to Black Rock City?! ”

"Although the City of Blades has successfully defended against the attack, don't you know their situation? Even if you don't know the specific information, don't you know to find out?! ”

"Isn't it stupid that you easily made a deal with the elves like the City of Blades without understanding everything?!"

"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.

Doruru, on the other hand, looked flustered and kept his head down and did not dare to speak.

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

"Hey......"

His voice was tired.

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

This time, his gaze was very serious, and it was also very serious:

"Doruru, I'm asking you now, what should we do next?"

Listening to the Chief's words, Doruru looked up.

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

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

"It's them cheating on us!"

"So...... These elves have been 20,000 people repeating the process of death and resurrection! ”

"In this case, there is no need for us to pay the promised remuneration at all! Not only that, but we should also recover the money we overpaid them! ”

Listening to Doruru's words, the old chief's face turned even pale.

He picked up a cane in front of the bed, smashed it in the face with his backhand, and roared angrily:

"Stupid!"