When the fluorescent moss on the dome has stored enough nutrients, it begins to bloom with a faint halo, and countless insects waiting for the opportunity begin to collect dew juice rich in various trace elements.

Boom! Boom!

As a large iron bucket on the top of the only decent building in Zeelandia was knocked by the gray dwarf who was rubbing the shit out of his eyes and hitting Hatcher, it marked the beginning of a new day in Zeelandia.

Bursts of loud noises began to break the tranquility of this sinful place.

"Ah! Damn thief! In front! Stop that damn goblin!"

"Freshly slaughtered mushrooms! If you plant the leftover legs in the ground, they will still grow back!"

"We have formed a team to go into the mine! There have been no accidents in three months. Miners who are willing to sign up now!"

"Poof! Zhuoerbichi! Where did you splash the urinal?"

"Dried salted fish! Four for one ore! Guga!"

Naturally, the stall selling dried salted fish was filled with a long queue. The people lining up included almost all races in the Underdark. Some of them were already waiting here before the fluorescent moss could light up.

Most of these people are halflings with weak physical fitness and former human slaves. They generally have no physical advantages, so they can only buy the entire Zeelandia early with a basket of standard weight ore, which is the cheapest in the past two years.

The most conscientious salted fish dryer, and then rushed to the gold miner brotherhood organized by the gray dwarves to register and enter the mine, starting another luminous cycle of mining life.

Each person needs to pay a standard weight of ore per day as residence tax, and the remaining ore can be used to pay for consumption.

Here, food and various ores are the most popular currencies in circulation. Well, women's technical services may also count, but they are not so valuable here. After all, the relationship between supply and demand determines the value of goods, and every once in a while, there is always

There will be some drow who failed in the struggle and were forced to exile here.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but compared to the chaotic era when goblins were raging, the rules established by the gray dwarves after they came here are undoubtedly more orderly, but that's only relative.

On the bright side of the day cycle, all creatures will basically not force these female drow to do anything inappropriate for children, and if they don't attack them in groups, or use some dirty methods, they will really

They are not necessarily the opponents of these drow eldest daughters who were once geniuses.

But in this evil land where food is scarce, no matter how powerful you are, you still need to eat, and the dwarf law enforcement teams, who have suffered a lot at the hands of the drow, like to keep an eye on these new drow.

Once they are found to have committed theft or robbery, they will carry out justice and law enforcement as soon as possible, and then whip the offender with "dignity and justice", and then throw them into the mine. If they do not pay enough

The ore will be used as a fine, and she will not be able to return to Zeelandia.

The drow who are accustomed to living a luxurious life are obviously not specialized in physical fitness and strength. Some of them simply choose to disappear into the mines, and more of them use their only currency as a means of survival in order to survive.

cost.

Most of them are not used to serving foreign races at first. After all, in Gelthorne City, where females hold most of the power, they are active and enjoy themselves even when they are living adult lives. But after getting used to a passive life,

Their slutty nature often allows them to live quite well here.

It is even said that there is a talented drow who, even in such a desperate situation, still has not given up his belief in the Spider God Queen and is preparing to convince all the males in Zeelandia and then organize an army of her concubines.

Counterattack on Gelthorne City.

And this epic and majestic plan not only became a joke that every newcomer to Zeelandia would inevitably hear, but the joke was even spread to the city of Gelthorne by the good guys, and then through Gelthorne

The idle priests of the God Queen in the city spread the word to the Spider God Queen.

What happened next was even more astonishing. The generous and ambitious drow actually received a divine favor from the Spider Queen Lolth during a post-event prayer.

The effect of this divine favor is not well known, and the drow did not tell anyone. People only know that after this drow received divine favor, her progress in persuading the cause increased day by day, allowing everyone who was convinced by her to

The creatures she had convinced had to give a thumbs up to her technique in extreme weakness and exhaustion.

For example, at this time, three orcs who had just been persuaded by other drow lazily walked out of the smelly cave. They exchanged four salted fish for their stomachs at the salted fish stall set up by the Kuo-Toa fishmen, and then defecated.

Behind the halflings and humans who had already queued up in advance, they were ready to start the day's work.

Since the burden of paying taxes is the same for everyone, the daily mining work is not easy for these physically strong orcs. The extra ore is enough for them to mess up their stomachs, and there is still some left over to rescue the lost ones.

Zhuoer technicians, in exchange for some pleasant technical services.

Therefore, the residents of Zeelandia basically label orcs as: a group of brown-skinned barbarians who only know how to eat, drink, sleep, and fuck every day.

But apart from these prejudices and the grievances they felt when being beaten up by them, most of the time, they still preferred to get along with these upright big men.

After all, in a mine that is full of dangers, such brute force and upright miners are often much more reliable than those scheming people who smile on the outside and use their hoe behind their backs.

When some miners who often cooperated with these orcs saw their core mining friends arriving, they jumped up from the ground and ran towards this side. While saying hello to the orc big brother, they gnawed hard on the dried salted fish in their mouths, just preparing to

After queuing up and entering the mine, have a big fight. After dark and return with a full load, you can join the fellow orcs again to reward yourself for the hard work during this period.

This is just a normal day for the miners of Zeelandia.

However, this time there was something different.

Tiger Bronzebeard, who is in charge of the registration of the Miners' Brotherhood, is an old dwarf who has worked here for more than thirty years. His upper body is bare with scarred arms, and he wears an ancestral half-armor.

I know that it has been worn and deformed in many places after countless years, but it has been polished by the old dwarf and looks shiny. The lower body is a pair of fur pants stained with mineral ash, and a pair of high-bonded combat boots on the feet. It is similar to those around it.

Compared to the miners who were dressed like beggars, Tiger Bronzebeard looked like the king of the underground.

And at this moment, he seemed to be exercising the power of a king. Facing the long queue of thousands of people queuing deep into the market, Tiger could take it calmly. He stood on a rusty anvil and took the

He hit the raw iron ore in front of him with a hammer, causing sparks to fly, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Old rule, for the mineral tax of two hundred pounds of iron ore, the remaining one hundred pounds will be exchanged for three

For black bread and other ores, please check the price list yourself! Don’t rush, come one by one!”

The people living here are already familiar with the rules. They lined up early and walked up to Old Tiger one by one, like animals for Old Tiger to choose from.

"You, you, you go down to the mine with a mining pick to work, wait! You! No!"

The miners whose names were called by Tiger breathed a sigh of relief and went directly to the mine if they had tools. Those who didn't have any tools had to go to the tool pile next to them to register, and the rental fees would be withheld when they returned.

And it was one of the orcs who was told by Tiger that he couldn't do it.

It took five seconds for the orc's eyes to go from confusion, confusion, and confusion to despair, and then he let out a roar like a roar:

"Why! Why can't I do it! Look at my arms! I can carry three of them by myself!" The orc, who was as strong as a bull, waved his arms like bear paws and beat his chest like iron felt, making a muffled thunder.

sound.

"That's it! We three brothers have been doing this for more than ten years! Why can't we all of a sudden stop? Tiger! You have to give us an explanation!"

This voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Old Tiger wiped the saliva splashed on his face, raised his finger and pointed at the orc's lower body, and said slowly: "You are almost rotten here! Don't you even know you are sick? I really let you go into the mine.

What if you barbarians, who only think about eating, drinking, sleeping, and doing things all day long, attack my animals! Animals with diseased buttocks can easily infect each other. If you are all dead later, who will be there?

Come to work for me? You go down, hey, I'm in a good mood today, grab a piece of black bread and leave quickly!"

"No! I can work! I want to exchange ore for food, and I have eight children to raise!" The orc looked excited and said he couldn't accept it.

"It's really hard to talk to the brainless orcs, hold on!" Old Tiger frowned and gestured behind him.

With a muffled sound, the orcs were kicked away by an ogre standing behind Old Tiger. The other two orcs were naturally filled with indignation and raised their arms to fight back. More dwarf law enforcement teams also participated in the battle.

Of course there is no suspense at all.

The muffled sounds of being beaten soon followed one after another.

Seeing that the three orcs were about to be dragged away, the melon-eaters who were watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously responded with empathetic looks. Just as they were about to continue queuing, the fish stall not far behind them heard a voice that was even more angry than the orcs before.

The roar:

"Dried salted fish!? I asked you to get me more ore, but you still continue to sell dried salted fish here? Four pieces of salted fish for one piece of ore! What a sin! Why don't you pickle yourselves!"

There was an incident involving the fish beach that everyone had benefited from. Their eyes were drawn to it for a moment, and they saw a gnoll who was obviously more depressed than angry, carrying the kuo-tao fish man with innocent and blank eyes.
Chapter completed!