Chapter 89: Offering of the Cave Tribe
"Elven Tribe?"
Giantcliff was slightly stunned, feeling very surprised.
The cave tribes made their fortune by selling elves, and a large number of elves were found around the tribe, which was undoubtedly a treasure sent to the door.
It's just that Giantcliff, who is already old, thinks more cautiously...
He was not as excited and excited as the half-orc who reported the message, but was very calm and puzzled.
"Elves... How did they end up here?"
At present, except for those diehards who still believe that the World Tree will return, there are not many elves left in the Elven Forest.
Because of the existence of the hunting party, the elves have almost all left their homeland and wandered and hid all over the continent.
And in this case, a large number of elves appeared nearby?
Migration? Do you still have to migrate to the Elven Forest?
In his eyes, with no True Gods for protection and the shackles of the curse, the elves are simply looking for death in doing so.
Unless... What is the reason for them to migrate!
Giantcliff's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of the investigation mission of the Elven Forest assigned by the Father God.
In an instant, his eyelids jumped.
"It can't be that the World Tree has been revived, right?"
He couldn't help but look in the direction of the Elven Forest, his face solemn.
But soon, he shook his head again:
"It's impossible, if it were the World Tree revival, the Sagas plane would have turned upside down a long time ago."
Giantcliff turned and looked at the mural in the cave, and the torches on the cave wall illuminated his expression in the light and dark.
As the only half-orc priest of the cave tribe who has been baptized in the Holy Land for thousands of years, and has the potential to be elevated to the status of a saint after death, he still knows a lot about the secrets of the gods.
"If the World Tree is revived... God the Father will definitely give the oracle in advance!"
And thinking of the strange elf in the oracle again, as well as the disappearance of Blackstone and the others, Giantcliff's expression gradually became solemn.
"It's just... It seems that there really is an unknown force protecting the elves! I'm afraid the migration of the elves is also related to this!"
Combined with the disappearance of the oracle and Blackstone and others, Giantcliff also had some speculation.
It has to be the forces of the Grim Reaper who are behind it!
The Father obtaining priesthood of the World Tree is imperative.
Those who dare to live with the forces behind the Father God, and may have intentions for the priesthood of nature and life, it seems that only the one in the underworld remains...
However, even if it is really the power of the goddess of death behind it, as a believer in the god of winter and hunting, the enemy of the elf race, Giantcliff cannot just let the elves pass!
Furthermore......
Giantcliff's eyes flashed.
If it was really as he guessed, maybe he could get the secret of the Elven Forest from the mouths of those elves this time!
However, Blackstone, with the holy relic, was missing and Giantcliff was already a little scared.
Now, he doesn't want to send people to the Elven Forest anymore.
In his opinion, the current Elven Forest is full of danger!
Thinking of this, Giantcliff turned around again and looked at the scout.
"How many of them are there?"
The scout replied respectfully,
"There are about two hundred people, old and young, and their strength isn't very strong, most of them are Lower Iron, but there are some older people who have Upper Iron."
Listening to the scout's words, Giantcliff nodded.
This strength is basically a free meal for the cave tribe.
Of course, this does not rule out that there are hidden powerhouses in the elven tribe, but in the eyes of the Giantcliff, the probability of that is too small.
If worried, just line up some more hands.
If it really doesn't work, you can also ask the priest to go out together.
Catch these elves, investigate the secrets of their migration, and sell them.
More than two hundred...
Hehe, if this is done, even if we abandon the homeland of the Dark Mountain Range and migrate to a distant place, the cave tribe will have the confidence.
But something must have happened in the Elven Forest, and if it is too dangerous, the best choice may be to ignore the elves.
However, in that case, he is afraid that it will disappoint the Father God, so only as a last resort, Giantcliff will not choose to leave with his clansmen...
The truth of everything will be known when these elves are intercepted.
Thinking of this, Giantcliff's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at a serving half-orc priest on the other side.
"How long is it till the human caravan comes?"
The half-orc priest who was asked replied,
"According to the usual time, there should be half a month to a month."
Giantcliff pondered for a moment and said,
"Send someone to keep an eye on those elves first, and mobilise the young and strong in the tribe. We will go around in front of them in advance and lay an ambush!"
After that, he struggled for a while, gritted his teeth and said,
"In addition, for the sake of safety, prepare meat for 100 people and send it to the mine in the back mountain of the tribe."
Listening to Giantcliff's words, the scout thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.
Giantcliff frowned.
"Go quickly."
The half-orc shrunk his neck and nodded before retreating.
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> Back Mountain Summit of the Cave Tribes
There is an abandoned mine here, left by the dwarves hundreds of years ago.
In addition, there is an old castle that has been destroyed.
It belongs to the former dwarven civilization, but with the depletion of the veins, it gradually turned into history.
There were no other plants and animals around the castle, not even a single bird, and it was very cold.
The half-orc priest Giantcliff came to the outside of the castle with a group of half-orcs pushing wheelbarrows.
All the half-orcs looked in the direction of the castle in fear, and even their legs trembled.
Looking at the ugliness of the clansmen, Giantcliff frowned and comforted.
"Don't be afraid. Lord Myrell is a little scary-looking, but he is very friendly."
After that, he glanced painfully at the pile of meat in the wheelbarrow, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly in the direction of the castle,
"Giantcliff of the Cave Tribe, we are carrying meat for a hundred people, to meet Lord Myrell!"
His voice travelled far, under the blessing of divine magic...
Just a moment later, nothing moved.
Giantcliff thought for a moment and shouted again.
"Lord Myrell, this meat belongs to murderous and evil carnivores, and eating them is a safeguard of justice! Furthermore...... This time, I came to see the Lord in the hope that the Lord can help us fight against other hypocritical and evil barbaric intelligent races! And help them on the path of order and civility!"
This time, his voice travelled further.
Gradually, the earth began to shake...
With a once in a lifetime snort, a huge black shadow shrouded all the half-orcs.
"Against the evil race?"
An interested voice resounded above everyone.
"Take me quickly!"