Chapter 127

In the Divine Domain.

Li Yue's gaze fell upon the Gray Dwarf Blade Tribe.

The Gray Dwarfs migrating near Gwush numbered about five hundred.

That was half of the entire Blade Tribe.

"Okalai."

He spoke to the Gray Dwarf sage, who was sitting with eyes closed in meditation.

His voice was majestic, exploding like thunder!

Yet it also carried a power to calm the mind and soothe the spirit.

"My Lord!"

Okalai was startled awake and immediately knelt down respectfully.

This sage of the Gray Dwarf tribe had become a devout believer.

Though not a fanatic.

But devout believers, unless facing death, rarely suffer a collapse of faith.

He counted as a mid-level member within the deity's belief system.

"You will move the clan members from Slo Mountain to this place."

"There is a mithril mine here; your task is to mine and smelt the mithril."

As Li Yue transmitted the divine oracle,

he also sent a map to Okalai.

The route—

was precisely the one opened by the Dark Ancient Tree Kalim.

Straight and wide.

It still retained Kalim's aura.

Beasts, magical beasts, and ferocious beasts would all keep their distance.

"A mithril mine!"

Okalai's heart shook violently.

As the sage of the dwarves, he knew the value of a mithril mine all too well.

He also knew the function of mithril all too well.

This was a magical metal!

Exclusive to spellcasting classes!

Filled with joy, he bowed respectfully:

"Great My Lord, Okalai humbly obeys your divine oracle!"

Compared to a mithril mine,

that ordinary iron mine on Slo Mountain

was simply not worth mentioning!

Even if the iron ore were forged a hundred times.

Capable of crafting Rank 3 weapons and equipment.

It still fell far short of mithril!

"The number of Gray Dwarfs is still too small."

In the Divine Domain.

Li Yue pondered.

Mithril was far too precious.

Extracting even tens of kilograms more each year was equivalent to gaining tens of threads of divine power.

It was an astonishing fortune.

After thinking for a moment,

he looked toward the Ratman tribe.

More than half a year ago.

After slaying the God of Concealment,

besides cleaning up the fanatical believers of the God of Concealment,

the remaining fearful and uneasy Ratmen

were imprisoned and guarded by the Ratmen of the Big Tribe.

Now, more than half a year has passed.

Plus the 'brainwashing' by the Lei Ting Sect,

most have already changed their faith and integrated into the Big Tribe.

Thus—

the population of the Big Tribe surged to over 3,200.

And there were still about seven hundred Ratmen under imprisonment.

Their faith would eventually be changed, and they would integrate into the Big Tribe.

"Although Ratmen's strength is far inferior to that of dwarves,"

"they are inherently extremely skilled at digging and burrowing..."

"They are the undisputed choice for mining."

"Cooperating with the dwarves should greatly increase mithril output."

Li Yue's gaze flickered.

Rat-people, as a species, are absolutely among the weakest at their tier.

Not only are they cowardly.

They are also short-sighted.

As a combat race, they are completely unqualified.

Even for a class like an assassin, to be honest, they do not meet the standard.

The God of Concealment has no choice.

He has only followers of this one race.

Without rat-people transmuting into 'Throatslitters' or 'Assassins'.

What would they transmute into?

"Rat-people are natural diggers."

"In the future, we can find a profession altar of the excavation type for rat-people to transmute."

A smile appeared on his face.

Rat-people mine.

Dwarves forge.

Such a division of labor.

Will not waste the dwarves' blacksmithing talent.

PS: Begging for support!