Even the words from Little Xian Miao, "Very well, you can stay," received no response.
And the only priest desecrated the statue, once again shocking the half-beasts, who were not particularly devout to begin with...
At that mont, many felt as if sothing inside them had shattered.
Before others could step forward to blasphe, players noticed with surprise and delight that the light of faith on many half-beasts dissipated, turning them into green unbelievers under the gaze of the "Eye of Faith"...
Under the continued intimidation of the Black Dragon Mairrel and the urging of Little Xian Miao, more and more half-beasts and humans gradually ca forward to desecrate the statue.
Of the over a hundred captives, only an older half-beast chose to commit suicide by running into a nearby stone, while the rest desecrated the statue and beca unbelievers.
"Bury him."
Looking at the only half-beast corpse, Little Xian Miao sighed, her expression a little complicated.
"The Elf Kingdom" was like this.
When you treated the characters in the ga as re data, unexpected things occasionally happened that made you realize the NPCs you’d encountered and known weren’t just data, but real, living beings.
At least... like living beings.
Even if he was the enemy.
The half-beast priest Jushan sacrificed himself for the tribe, the Lionheart King Imush died for the race, and the elderly half-beast who chose death was the sa.
Even despite opposing stances, Little Xian Miao felt so admiration in her heart for similar NPCs.
Of course, admiration was one thing, but the ga needed to go on.
The half-beast who chose death was admirable, but so were the half-beasts who chose to switch allegiance... they were wealth!
Thinking of this, Little Xian Miao looked contentedly at the captives who had beco increasingly docile after blaspheming the statue, and issued the order to return.
Their harvest from this trip was plentiful enough and must be taken back as the spoils of war.
Of course, having tasted success, the players were already more eager to find the next Half-Beast Tribe.
...
Sharu didn’t know how he left the Death Desert with the elves.
After desecrating the True God Statue, he drifted dazedly, feeling an emptiness in his heart.
Regret it?
Perhaps there was...
But more than regret, what filled him with sha was the feeling of relief that he had survived.
Not only that, but he felt fortunate that despite desecrating the True God Statue, Divine Punishnt hadn’t fallen upon him...
Of course, at that mont, he understood that he could probably never return to the Death Desert in his lifeti.
Because a blaspher was even less forgivable than a heretic.
He drifted along aimlessly, feeling confused about the future, as he traveled through the Dark Mountain Range, through the Dark Canyon, and arrived at the ruins of a magnificent elven city located in a canyon.
No, perhaps it could no longer be called ruins, as the place showed signs of prosperity.
As for these famous elven city ruins, Sharu had heard about Rivendell before.
When they arrived, they were soon surrounded by many elves.
Sharu swore he had never seen so many elves in his life!
Their equipnt was a bit inferior to the elves who captured him, but they jumped and ran just like them, undoubtedly those evil elves who worshiped the Evil God...
These elves pointed and whispered around them, their eyes bright.
Those eyes were identical to the greedy eyes of human rchants when Sharu sold elves to them...
However, Sharu didn’t stay long in Rivendell before being taken by the elves to a deep mine.
Then, the elves assigned each of them a number, forced them to sign Slave Contracts, and gave them each a pickaxe.
"Your job is to mine. Those who mine a lot will get more food, those who mine less will have their als halved. As long as you work hard, we won’t treat you poorly."
That’s what the elves said.
They beca miners.
"Miner slaves... but it’s better than being dead."
Once settled, Sharu felt a sense of relief.
At least... these elves truly didn’t plan to kill them.
Nor did they, as the legends claid, intend to make them into skewers and barbecue them...
With a mix of relief and resignation, Sharu swung his pickaxe...
...
The first group of players entering the Death Desert consisted of about two thousand people.
Most operated in teams, primarily dominated by the four major guilds.
As ti went by, more and more intelligence was sent back by the players from the Death Desert...
The new map soon beca more detailed with continued player exploration, and many unique species from the Death Desert were added to the ga’s database.
Of course, the half-beasts, the main characters of the Death Desert, received particular focus from the players.
Coordinates for half-beast outposts were marked on the map one after another.
However, so coordinates were erased shortly after being marked...
Or weren’t even marked in ti...
Because they were obliterated by players.
Most of the conquered were small tribes easily wiped out by players.
As players delved deeper into the Death Desert, they were surprised to find that the half-beasts weren’t as impoverished as they thought...
On the contrary, each half-beast tribe had accumulated quite a bit of wealth.
Recently, many tribes were frequently exchanging with Sorren Comrce, accumulating loads of war supplies yet to be used, which ended up being seized by the players.
Pillaging half-beast tribes gradually beca the pioneers’ favorite activity.
Of course, there were successful raids and failed ones.
After all, not every half-beast tribe was as weak as Sharu’s.
At the sa ti, as players continued to explore the Death Desert and clash with half-beasts, the activities and plans of the half-beasts beca clearer to the players...
Indeed, the half-beasts of the Death Desert were preparing for war.
This ti, they intended to go all out.
Their target was the Elf Forest.
But rather than focus on the half-beasts’ upcoming moves, players seed more intrigued by their loot in the Death Desert.
The decision-making was handled by the upper ranks.
The sky might fall, but the Goddess would bear it. When the ti ca, they just needed to go where directed by Her.
Especially after the return of the pioneers from the ngng Committee, they once again pushed the Death Desert war mission to a peak!
They... actually brought back over a hundred half-beast and human slaves!
Not only did they do that, but they turned them into miners!
Upon trial, these half-beasts, who were forced to abandon their faith, seed to work quite well!
This operation made remaining players’ eyes light up.
It was known that the Elf Forest currently lacked labor, especially miners in Rivendell.
Because of the Magic Gun, the prices of Mithril and magic stones in the Elf Forest reached four or five tis their Phase III levels!
In other words, whoever controlled the mines could beco imnsely wealthy.
Moreover, even if they didn’t use them personally, captured half-beasts could be sold to the Underworld dwarves for a good price!
Players’ attention once again focused on the Death Desert.
But this ti, they weren’t just eyeing the half-beasts’ heads and tribe resources...
They were even coveting the half-beasts themselves.
When the Guild Leader of the ngng Committee, Little Xian Miao, enthusiastically shared her experience of capturing half-beasts on the forum, players’ zeal was thoroughly ignited...
The players’ actions also fell under the watchful eye of Eve, who was secretly monitoring the forum, and She could only shake her head in amused disapproval.
"As long as they don’t bring back believers, allow them into the Elf Forest, or really desecrate the True God Statue, everything else... let them be."
She shook her head slightly.
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