Chapter 39

"No problem."

"Just leave those three Epic-grade silver centaurs to me."

"You just need to be responsible for the silver centaurs below the Epic grade."

Kalimu said confidently.

He even had the confidence to beat that Legendary bone dragon to the ground.

Let alone three Epic-grade ones?

So what if they are at the peak of the Epic grade?

Compared to the Legendary grade, the gap is still very far!

"You?"

"Single-handedly take on those three Epic-grade silver centaurs?"

Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli was stunned, turning her head to look at him with suspicion.

This Dark Ancient Tree—

could it be that his brain is stuffed with wood and has already rotted?

Because she had always been exploring outside,

she didn't know

that the Dark Ancient Tree at this moment

was completely different from the past.

This is a Dark Ancient Tree that possesses a divine profession!

"Just watch me."

There was a hint of pride in the Dark Ancient Tree’s voice.

It was only in front of Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli

that he would reveal this side.

After all—

as fellow dark creatures and of the same grade,

in Gewushi, he had the best relationship with Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli.

Moreover,

the fact that Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli was able to reach the growth stage so quickly

was also due to the effect of the Dark Ancient Flower he produced.

Naturally, the two sides had a closer relationship.

"Fine, I'll just watch how you get beaten to a pulp."

Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli said disdainfully.

Anyway,

the Dark Ancient Tree has thick skin and is more durable than her.

Those silver centaurs probably couldn't shoot him to death. ===== CHAPTER 127 =====

In the Divine Realm,

Li Li Li Yue’s gaze fell upon the gray dwarf Blade tribe.

There were about 500 gray dwarves migrating near Gewushi,

which is half of the entire Blade tribe.

"Oukalai."

He looked at the gray dwarf sage who was meditating with his eyes closed and spoke.

The voice was majestic, like thunder!

But it also carried a power to calm the mind.

"My Lord!"

Oukalai was startled awake and hurriedly knelt down respectfully.

This sage of the gray dwarf tribe had already become a devout believer.

Although not a fanatic,

as long as a devout believer is not facing death, their faith generally will not collapse.

They can be considered middle-level within a deity's faith system.

"Transfer your clansmen in the Siluo Mountains to this place."

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

While Li Li Li Yue transmitted the divine oracle,

he also sent a map to Oukalai.

The route—

was exactly the one cleared by the Dark Ancient Tree, Kalimu.

Straight and wide,

and still lingering with Kalimu’s aura.

Wild beasts, magical beasts, and fierce beasts would all stay far away.

"A mithril mine!"

Oukalai was shocked.

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

He also knew the function of mithril too well.

This is a magical metal!

Exclusively for spellcasting professions!

He was filled with joy and bowed respectfully:

"Great Lord, Oukalai will strictly follow your divine oracle!"

Compared to a mithril mine,

the ordinary iron mine on Siluo Mountain

was simply not worth mentioning!

Even if the iron ore is forged a hundred times,

it can only forge Tier 3 weapons and equipment,

but it is still far inferior to mithril!

"The number of gray dwarves is still too small."

In the Divine Realm,

Li Li Li Yue pondered.

Mithril is too precious.

Being able to mine a few dozen kilograms more each year is equivalent to gaining a few dozen more strands of divine power.

It is a staggering fortune.

After thinking for a while,

he looked at the rat-man tribe.

More than half a year ago,

after slaying the God of Concealment,

except for clearing out the fanatics of the God of Concealment,

the remaining fearful rat-men

were all imprisoned and guarded by the rat-men of the Bige tribe.

Now, half a year later,

coupled with the 'brainwashing' of the Thunder Cult,

most of them had already changed their faith and integrated into the Bige tribe.

Consequently—

the population of the Bige tribe surged to over 3,200.

And there were still about 700 rat-men in captivity.

Sooner or later, their faith would also be changed, and they would integrate into the Bige tribe.

"Although rat-men are far less strong than dwarves,"

"they are naturally very skilled at digging and burrowing..."

"They are the best candidates for mining."

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

Li Li Li Yue’s gaze flickered.

Creatures like rat-men are definitely among the weakest of their grade.

Not only are they cowardly,

but they are also short-sighted.

As a combat race, they are completely unqualified.

Even as assassins, to be honest, they don't meet the standard.

The God of Concealment had no choice;

he only had followers of this one race.

If he didn't use rat-men to change into 'Throat-Slitters' and 'Assassins',

what would he use to change classes?

"Rat-men are natural diggers."

"In the future, I can find a mining-type Class Altar for the rat-men to change classes."

A smile appeared on his face.

Rat-men mine,

dwarves smelt.

This kind of division of labor

will not waste the dwarves' talent for blacksmithing.

PS: Seeking support! ===== CHAPTER 128 =====

The next moment,

Li Li Li Yue’s gaze fell upon a strong rat-man in the Bige tribe.

The priests of the two rat-man tribes

were both fanatics of the God of Earth-Walking and the God of Concealment.

They had already been cleared out.

And this strong rat-man, named 'Bagda',

was the chieftain of the Bige tribe. ===== CHAPTER 129 =====

He possessed Tier 3 leader strength.

As for those Tier 4 followers of the God of Concealment—

they were also fanatics and were all cleared out.

Being gifted by a deity

makes it very easy to increase one's faith level.

Even if they weren't fanatics originally,

after being gifted by the God of Concealment and raised to Tier 4,

they became fanatics.

A fanatic's faith will not collapse and cannot be changed.

Rumble!

Above the Bige tribe,

thunder surged, and divine might was majestic!

"Bagda."

"Select 1,500 clansmen to follow the gray dwarves of the Blade tribe to this place."

"Obey Oukalai’s command."

Li Li Li Yue transmitted the divine oracle, his majestic voice exploding in Bagda’s ears.

"Great Lord, your humble follower will strictly follow your divine oracle!"

Bagda knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

He was also a devout believer.

After transmitting the divine oracle,

Li Li Li Yue ignored them.

How to arrange specifically,

how to coordinate,

when to set off,

what tools to bring, etc.—

these were all matters for Oukalai and Bagda.

He turned his gaze,

and a faint purple light flashed in his eyes.

The scene before him changed.

This was the vision of the black dragon Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli!

In the rolling mountains,

there was one mountain that was particularly strange.

This mountain was about 1,200 meters high,

but it was covered with a kind of silver-white flower.

This flower had three leaves.

The flower was the size of a thumb, reflecting a silver-white light, as if it were a metal industrial product.

It was all over the mountains and plains,

everywhere.

And in the sea of flowers, from time to time, a silver-bodied centaur would pass by.

They ate the silver flowers casually,

their posture leisurely.

"Ang!"

Suddenly—

a heaven-shaking dragon roar came.

Instantly,

the silver centaurs looked up.

Anger appeared in their eyes.

"Damned black dragon, how dare you come again!"

"This time, the elders will definitely turn her into a corpse!"

"Annoying black dragon, a filthy creature living underground!"

However—

that was what they said,

but these silver centaurs

still hurriedly ran into various caves.

The elders could deal with this hateful black dragon,

but they couldn't.

Regarding the great battle seven days ago,

they had all witnessed it with their own eyes.

Who among them didn't have lingering fears about the black dragon’s terrifying destructive power?

"You still dare to come!"

Just then,

a heaven-shaking roar rang out.

It was an exceptionally robust silver centaur.

He stood at the peak of the mountain,

about ten meters tall, his whole body reflecting a dazzling silver light.

Like a pure silver statue, fierce and sacred!

He held a huge silver war bow in his hand,

his eyes full of anger, staring fixedly at the hideous black dragon in the sky.

"Stupid black dragon, do not challenge our patience!"

Another silver centaur, ten meters tall, appeared,

his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

He drew his bow and aimed at the sky!

"Black dragon, do you want to die under my arrow?"

On the mountain peak,

another silver centaur, over twelve meters tall, walked out slowly.

His voice was low and old, and his skin was somewhat wrinkled.

But his aura

was much stronger than the other two Tier 7 Epic-grade silver centaurs!

"Damned old guy!"

Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli looked at him with trepidation.

Her dragon body even rose a bit higher.

This old guy was a genuine Epic peak.

And as a divine creature, his strength was extremely strong.

He was much stronger than a normal Epic peak creature.

Even if she reached the Tier 7 peak, she might not necessarily be stronger than this old guy.

After all,

her dragon body couldn't withstand the opponent's sharp and terrifying mithril arrows.

"The ones who want to die are you!"

Boom!