Chapter 568: Chapter 496: Don’t Kill ! I Surrender! (Part 2)
They were all mbers of the ngng Committee, and quite a few were casual players themselves, always coming up with all kinds of whimsical ideas with ease.
In no ti, they even almost finalized how to utilize the capital amassed from the ngng Committee’s real estate developnt to totally take over the future Half-Beast trade in the Elf Forest…
Watching the mbers who were excited, Little Xian Miao found it both amusing and frustrating, quickly reminding them,
“But speaking of, only the Half-Beasts without faith can be brought back, otherwise there’ll still be hidden dangers, and don’t force it… We are few in number and can’t bring that many people.”
“Understood, understood!”
The players nodded in agreent.
After a bout of excitent, they were even more looking forward to the raid that night.
However, this ti it was not just about experience points and contribution levels anymore.
…
In the central tent of the Half-Beast Tribe.
Priest Sharu sat under a torch, giggling foolishly at the gold pound coins while enjoying the ale he had just bought from the Sorren Comrce.
*”Hehehe… When Andris and the others return, I can sell the Golden Dragons and elves, and then I’ll have enough tribute money to swap for a safer location for the tribe during the war,”*
he muttered to himself, his expression full of anticipation.
Frankly, Sharu didn’t consider himself a competent Silver Priest.
At the beginning, he was just an ordinary Apprentice Priest who got in by relying on connections, and his faith was only at a shallow believer level.
However, a person’s success does not solely rely on personal struggle, it also needs to consider the course of history.
Three years ago, the tribe’s only old priest returned to the Divine Country.
Every tribe must have at least one of its own priests to maintain contact with the Royal Court.
However, his tribe was too small and too remote, so they could only scrape the bottom of the barrel, promoting him, a diocre Apprentice Priest, to fill the position…
He thought that this would be the end of it.
But last winter, the Lionheart King died in battle, causing upheaval in the Royal Court and a massive reshuffling across the Death Desert.
Subsequently, Father God issued a divine war oracle, and the Hunting Church suddenly began enhancing the abilities of priests in every tribe on a large scale. And surprisingly, he, an incompetent priest, was given a spot to go to the Royal Court and receive Divine Favor…
He even wanted to refuse at the ti, considering he knew his own situation best. After frequently dealing with Human Clan black market traders, he was sowhat influenced, and his faith wasn’t considered devout…
If he truly went to the Royal Court, his facade would be exposed!
However, the ssenger stated that each tribe must have at least one priest receive Divine Favor, and after careful deliberation, the church had decided that for their small tribe, it could only be him, making him the leading High Priest in the upcoming war…
The result was quite unexpected for him.
Despite only being a shallow believer, not even reaching the faithful believer level, he was granted Divine Favor, becoming a lofty Silver Priest!
Though, it was the lowest rank among Silver Priests…
All the other priests traveling with him from various tribes were much stronger than he was, with several even directly becoming Silver Upper Priests.
Nonetheless, Sharu felt extrely fortunate and satisfied…
For him, this status felt like a windfall.
Yet, after satisfaction ca fear.
As soone who frequently interacted with humans and considered himself a knowledgeable sage, Sharu understood this was far from normal.
He had also heard from human minstrels about this practice of temporarily boosting priests before a decisive battle between True Gods…
Such beings often ended up as cannon fodder in wars…
Cannon fodder…
Exactly.
Once he beca a Silver Priest, he had to lead the tribe’s warriors into battle, personally stepping onto the battlefield.
However, Sharu didn’t want to beco cannon fodder.
After much contemplation, the only solution he could think of was to alter his tribe’s position within the main army through bribery. As long as they could be in the rear, their chances of survival would increase…
“Hey, I’ve heard those evil elves not only fearlessly charge into battle but also eat raw at and drink blood, consuming captives and turning them into skewers… They’re simply more demonic than demons. I don’t want to fight creatures like that… ”
He shook his head.
Once again counting his beloved gold pound coins, Sharu carefully returned them to their hidden spot, gently covering them with a rag, and wiping away any trace.
Then, he picked up the cup made from a skull, drained the ale in one gulp.
Savoring the taste, he nodded with satisfaction, then tossed the bone cup aside and lay down on a bed made of animal hides, closing his eyes for a nap, waiting for Andris and the others to return…
He didn’t know how much ti passed before Sharu awoke from his half-sleep.
He glanced at the sky; it was late at night.
However, Andris and the others still had not returned.
This discovery made him frown slightly.
He got up and paced back and forth inside his tent, suddenly feeling restless.
“How could so much ti have passed and they still haven’t co back?”
Sharu grumbled with so dissatisfaction.
Andris had been out for half a day already, yet there was no news at all…
Additionally, there was no word from the tribesn who went along.
This realization gradually cald Sharu, who had been excited about the Golden Dragons.
He had lived here for decades; there was no danger around. If there were any threat, it should have been the Human Clan travelers who mistakenly wandered into the Death Desert encountering them, the Half-Beasts.
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