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Chapter 190 Dwarves Will Never Be Slaves! This old man just wants to eat and drink his fill! (Please Subscribe)

"Another incredibly powerful race!"

In another world, in a bioanalysis research lab, Professor Zhong Zhenguo looked at the data in his hand and glanced at Wu Shengli, who was also looking melancholy.

Although humans have become the dominant species on Earth, many of our organs are inferior to those of animals.

Human lungs are not as strong as those of a wolf or a dog.

Humans cannot match the heart, nor can they match the explosive power, bones, or vision of other animals.

Upon arriving in the other world, aside from the strange and unusual races they encountered, even the physical abilities of the humans in that other world were superior to those in the modern world.

Not to mention the newly discovered race with a DNA chain similar to that of humans, but even stronger.

Dwarves, whom elves call cave-dwelling half-men, are an extremely ancient and intelligent race in this world. Although they are stubborn, explosive, and often unreasonable, this race has many merits. Let's start with their skeletal structure.

The bones of elves are composed of calcium and phosphorus crystals, almost the same density as those of humans, but their bones are stronger, twice as dense as those of humans, and have extremely high resistance to pressure. Even a chubby little elf could fall from a height of 10 meters without risking a fracture.

In addition, the opponent's muscle strength is also superior, with fast-twitch muscle fibers accounting for 80%, while this human only has 50%. This doubles the dwarf's strength, surpassing that of humans. They can lift nearly 400 kg with one arm. Their lungs are very strong, and the air they breathe can provide their lungs with a more powerful oxygen supply, allowing them to continuously swing their warhammers for hours without getting tired!
Besides this, their eyes are also quite special. Humans have discovered through instruments that dwarves have extremely high night vision. Their retinas contain iris lenses, and their pupils dilate in low light, allowing them to see more than 40 meters in dark caves.

On a dark night, although it's not as bright as day, it's still possible to walk, run, and execute various tactical maneuvers!
Perhaps the only thing that made Zhong Zhenguo and the others feel relieved was the lifespan of the dwarves.

These dwarves don't have the same outrageous lifespan as the elves; their lifespan is only about twice that of humans, with a theoretical maximum of 300 years. However, they would probably be quite old after 200 years.

Zhong Zhenguo asked with a smile, "Do you think we could unlock the secrets of the dwarf race's bone density and then transplant them into our own bodies?"

Wu Shengli took a sip of strong Pu'er tea: "Don't bite off more than you can chew! You have to eat one bite at a time."

"That's true. Let's figure out the most basic things first before we talk about anything else!"

Having few possessions brings worries, but having many possessions brings even more worries about happiness!

Right now, all the research groups are working non-stop, everyone is extremely busy. Although they want to learn more, they can't be single-minded and can only focus on the present, and consider other things after they have achieved results.

Unless it's something with extremely high scientific research value and a high capacity for widespread social application, everyone usually focuses on one topic and studies its results.

"Enough said, let's report this. This is giving headquarters a headache!"

"it is good!"

……

On the other side, in the research area for otherworldly materials and equipment.

All the spoils that humanity seized from the cave-dwelling half-humans are now lying quietly on the analysis tables of various laboratories.

The atmosphere inside the weapons laboratory was so heavy it could be squeezed out of you.

A rugged, three-barreled musket, its exterior engraved with intricate patterns, was firmly fixed to the blast-proof test stand. Its dark, gaping muzzle was enormous, resembling a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

Behind the thick, explosion-proof glass, several researchers and soldiers stared intently at the various parameters on the screen.

"Engineer Wang, all the equipment has been confirmed and is running," a young tester said, a hint of tension in his voice.

The weapons expert, known as Old Wang, adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixed on the screen, and without looking up, hummed in agreement: "Release it!"

"Hopefully it won't explode again this time."

The young tester muttered something under his breath, his palms sweating, and pressed the activation button on the remote control console with lingering fear.

This was the second day since they captured the dwarves, and the third time they had tested this thing.

During the first test, everyone noticed that the musket had a large caliber, so they didn't handle it. Instead, they used an auxiliary firing device to test what made the dwarves' weapons different.

It's fortunate that this decision was made, otherwise the soldiers responsible for the test would already have secured good spots in the martyrs' cemetery.

That time, the chamber exploded completely, almost destroying the bulletproof glass used for depressurization.

Some testers were also subjected to the cyclical shockwaves.

After the initial shock of that dangerous incident, the researchers began to summarize their experience, organize the data, and then continue testing.

The gunpowder pack was designed according to the dwarves' specifications, but it just kept exploding uncontrollably!

This time, they adjusted the gunpowder ratio in hopes of preventing the barrel from exploding.

boom!
A dull, deafening thud resounded, as if a heavy hammer had struck everyone's chest.

The entire control room was jolted, and the water glasses on the table buzzed.

The high-speed camera faithfully recorded the scene in the one-thousandth of a second before the explosion.

The moment the trigger signal was transmitted, the ancient runes engraved on the three-eyed musket suddenly lit up, emitting an eerie dark red light.

Immediately afterwards, the precisely proportioned synthetic ammunition that had been loaded did not go through the normal firing process, but instead exploded violently inside the barrel!

The sturdy muzzle was torn apart from the inside as if by an invisible hand, blasted into twisted scrap metal.

"Damn it!" The young tester slammed his fist on the control panel. "It exploded again! Why?! The explosive charge was reduced by a lot!"

“The problem isn’t with the explosive charge.” Old Wang’s voice was hoarse as he replayed the slow-motion video over and over, pointing to the fleeting red light on the screen. “Look here, the runic energy patterns light up, just like the previous explosions. Then the internal pressure instantly spiked. This isn’t a triggering action; it’s self-destruction.”

"A self-destruct program? But we didn't detect it at all!"

“The magic system, huh?” Old Wang pushed up his glasses, a glint of annoyance and excitement flashing beneath the lenses. “This thing has some kind of identity verification that we don’t yet understand. If you’re not a dwarf, you’re doomed.”

"That person is certainly cunning!"

This conclusion caused everyone present to frown.

"How about we replicate this a lot, and then look for fluctuations?"

"Aren't there dwarf prisoners? Ask them?"

"Those people have very strange tempers and stubborn personalities; they're impossible to handle!"

"Then we'll have to use the brute force method!"

For a time, the entire project team was stuck here.

Of the eighteen three-barreled muskets captured, three have already been scrapped, and no one dares to attempt to use the remaining ones.

Of course, humans can still engage in violent destruction and the like.

People vaguely felt that if they could crack the "identity recognition" function of the dwarven weapons, they might be able to follow the clues and touch upon the higher secrets of elven magic.

"How about we take the musket back with us? It has magical energy; let's take one back and test it?"

"This will do. Mark all the unstable points on this thing, then ship it back for the weapons testers to test. Since the gun isn't working, let's study the dwarves' armor first!" Old Wang waved his hand impatiently. "I don't believe their iron armor can recognize people like it has eyes!"

Among all the spoils, there were many elves' cloaks, daggers, bows and arrows, and humans also used the enemy's technological thinking to reverse engineer some useful items.

Although techniques such as the Elf Cloak are very difficult, breakthroughs are constantly being made.

It's the things dwarfs have that are a headache.

These guys' weapons are as volatile and stubborn as their tempers; they're ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

In another laboratory, physical testing of the dwarven rune armor also reached a stalemate.

A suit of ashen heavy armor was fixed to a platform, and a researcher was operating a high-precision industrial drill, attempting to drill a small hole in the chest area of ​​the armor to take a material sample.

The diamonds embedded in the drill bit emitted a piercing noise the moment they touched the surface of the armor.

Sparks fly!

A few seconds later, the drilling rig issued an overload alarm indicating it was overwhelmed and shut down automatically.

The researcher picked up the drill bit and saw that the diamond at the tip was worn and dull, and there was only a faint, almost negligible white spot on the armor.

"It's incredibly tough!" The researcher in charge of the test looked utterly dejected. "It's armor with an extremely primitive structure, yet it possesses extremely high hardness and extremely light weight. However, the molecular composition of the armor material is remarkably regular. How did they manage to make it?"

Wang, who had just failed in his research on the musket, walked over and saw that everyone was dejected. He inquired about the situation and then touched the white spot with his hand.

It felt cold and hard to the touch, and the marks were extremely faint.

His gaze swept over the runes on the armor, which resembled those on a musket but were far more intricate.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Xiao Li! Get me the high-resolution image of the runes on the gun that just exploded, and also get the runes on this suit of armor so we can compare them!"

Soon, two huge rune patterns were projected onto two side by side screens.

One came from a musket that had been blown to scrap metal, and the other came from the indestructible armor before them.

"Look here!" A sharp-eyed researcher pointed to a node on the screen. "The two rune structures are only 60% similar! The main difference lies in the details of the energy patterns."

The crowd gathered around, watching the screen intently.

"Although they belong to different equipment, these energy runes are intricately connected in their underlying design logic! Perhaps we can try to find the key points of each other to figure out the function of these things."

Old Wang's breathing suddenly quickened, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"The dwarves must have mastered a complete system! Weapons, armor... they all follow the same logic based on energy runes! If we can figure out this logic, perhaps we can find the key!"

The assistant researcher next to him said, "Um, are the energy circuits, material enhancement, and identity recognition in other worlds all interconnected? If we can find that key point, we can understand everything?"

"Highly feasible!"

"It's a pity that we fought these dwarves too quickly, and we didn't get a chance to test whether their armor could protect against rifles."

"Based on current testing, it's estimated that it would be difficult to defend against direct bullet impact!"

"What if these runic armors are not activated? What if the runic armors can form an energy shield similar to the previous elven sacred tree?"

"Let's find a way to activate these armors first!"

……

In another world, inside the command center's conference room.

Su Mingjin tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her gaze fixed on the latest compiled data report.

The report focuses on the race that the elves call cave-dwelling half-men and the humans call dwarves.

A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, not a mocking one, but a strange one.

"An excellent race, aside from being a bit short and having more hair, their intelligence is no different from that of humans. In this world, they would definitely be considered a powerful race." Su Mingjin shifted her gaze from the report and swept it over the officers present. "But I'm curious, how did such a tough race end up being driven to the godforsaken northern mountains?"

An intelligence officer replied, "According to the information we obtained from the elves, it's simple: arrogance! Their exact words were, 'The arrogance of those half-humans angered everyone,' and they were eventually driven into the mountains by a united front. As for who angered whom, and the specifics of the incident, the elves remained silent."

"Ha, that does fit their image." Brigade Commander Man snorted, his rough voice carrying the straightforwardness unique to soldiers. "A bunch of rocks in a latrine, smelly and hard."

"Do they respond better to a gentle approach or a firm one?"

A low chuckle rippled through the conference room, easing the tense atmosphere considerably.

They then began discussing the equipment of the elves and dwarves.

"The elves dropped a lot of good stuff, including their weapons, cloaks, and dragon eggs. The dwarves also dropped weapons and armor with special runes. If we can figure these things out, we might be able to improve the performance of our weapons in the future."

Everyone laughed.

This world possesses magical particles, and the energy of these magical particles is like the "rare earth elements" of the modern world. They exist in the world and can perform special synthetic transformations on many things, creating countless strange and wonderful synthetic materials.

In a low-pressure, high-temperature environment, carbon-containing gas is introduced into the reaction chamber, and the gas is decomposed by microwave or thermal excitation. Carbon atoms are deposited on the diamond seed and grow into diamond crystals layer by layer.

Another method involves using particle accelerators to bombard the nuclei of mercury and bismuth atoms, causing them to lose a certain number of protons and thus transforming them into gold.

These things start with ordinary materials, but through various amazing physical and chemical reactions, they can be made into precious consumables.

While magic particles, which are like a panacea, are extremely unstable, they can play a magical catalytic role in the synthesis of various elements.

Su Mingjin nodded, turned the page on the report about materials and equipment, and changed the subject.

"Gentlemen, it's time to talk about the prisoners."

"Should we release everyone we've caught, or just release a batch?"

“I suggest we release all the newly captured ones,” Commander Man said first, his expression turning serious. “Those guys have been in the nuclear explosion center for so long, their bodies have become sources of radiation contamination. Keeping them here is just a problem; their health will deteriorate sooner or later, and they’re a liability.”

A political officer wearing glasses adjusted his glasses and added, "I agree. Sending them back will also serve as a living advertisement. It will let the leaders of the dwarf tribe see for themselves the weight of our goodwill and warning."

“That’s right, let them go back and set an example, so we don’t have to do it ourselves.”

"A living warning is more effective than a hundred threats."

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and surprisingly, they all reached a consensus.

“Since everyone agrees, then it’s settled.” Su Mingjin made the final decision, skipping over the topic, but his voice was a few degrees deeper. “There’s one more thing. The higher-ups have approved sending an escort team to send off the comrades who sacrificed their lives. You’d better select the list by today and prepare to return.”

The meeting room, which had been somewhat relaxed just moments before, fell silent instantly.

Everyone unconsciously straightened their backs, their expressions as solemn as iron.

After a long while, Commander Man took the lead in standing up, his voice hoarse but extremely firm.

"Yes!"

After the meeting, Su Mingjin returned to her temporary residence.

Instead of taking a break, she continued to handle other matters.

It wasn't until he retrieved a top-secret document from the rear—"Interim Measures for the Reception and Management of Intelligent Races from Another World"—that he finally understood.

As their understanding of the elves and dwarves deepened, they began to lay out long-term strategic plans.

Her gaze finally settled on an entry titled "Class K Identity Token".

K is derived from the term "guest minister" in fantasy novels.

Of course, it can also mean "guest" or "visiting professor"!
This is a special form of identification, planned to be issued to individuals of otherworldly intelligent races who hold goodwill toward human civilization and possess high value.

Holding this certificate allows one to enjoy some of the same conveniences as human citizens within designated safe zones.

Some comical images even flashed through Su Mingjin's mind.

A stubborn dwarf blacksmith, armed with a Class K certificate, argued heatedly with an engineer in the logistics department over the temperature standards for the blast furnace. An elegant elven scholar, engrossed in a paper on quantum mechanics in the digital library, neglected to eat or sleep.

Although the idea is somewhat far-fetched, it represents a completely new possibility.

"If only we could really achieve that effect!"

It's always better to live in harmony and happiness than to fight and kill each other!
Although Su Mingjin knew that many problems would inevitably arise in the future, and even countless unforeseen issues would be triggered, the potential hidden behind them was immeasurable.

……

Several kilometers away, there is a half-person detention cell.

"Burp~~~ That feels so good!"

Bellergas threw a pork leg bone on the ground, not a single piece of meat or tendon left on the bone.

He picked up a large two-liter plastic bottle next to him, tilted his head back, and gulped down the last mouthful of the draft beer from Brave the World.

It's hard to believe that this guy, who is just over 1.2 meters tall and has a stocky build like a short block, can actually fit enough food for five adults.

He patted his round belly with satisfaction, the sound emanating from his iron-like chest making the iron railings hum.

"You human bastard! You've had your fill! When are you going to make your move? My neck is already craving a blade!"

The cell was quiet; there was no sound except for his own echo.

"You human bastard, get out here! Hurry up! You damn coward, weren't you going to execute us? Why haven't you done it yet?"

Although he had never heard from the humans about the idea of ​​executing them, that was his belief.

Legend has it that when the mixed-race people of the South were about to kill criminals, they would give them good food and drink, and then let them die well-fed.

They've eaten so well this time, they're probably going to get their heads chopped off.

Bellergas cursed and swore; his naturally loud voice echoed through the closed cell corridor like muffled thunder.

Inspired by his words, the cave-dwelling half-humans in the other cells also roared, saying they wanted to die sooner.

For a time, the entire detention area was like a beast's pen, so noisy that it made people's scalps tingle.

"What are you howling about! In such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Finally, an impatient shout came from outside, and two soldiers in combat uniforms walked over. One of the younger soldiers frowned, his face full of disgust.

Another, slightly older veteran appeared much more composed. He approached Bellegas, who had spoken first, glanced at the cleanly gnawed bones on the ground, and smirked, "Hey, what a big eater."

"Haha! Human bastards, I'll say nothing else, but when it comes to eating and drinking, you're absolutely top-notch!" Balergas gripped the iron bars, bringing his face close. "Bastards, when are you going to send me back to the embrace of the Hammer God? Give me a straight answer!"

The young soldier's temper flared up immediately: "Who are you calling a bastard?"

"You bastard, he's calling you!" Bellergas grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Your grandpa, Bellergas, is waiting for death! Don't fucking torture your grandpa!"

"Oh?" The old soldier next to him spoke slowly, a hint of amusement in his tone, "Is your grandpa a bastard, or are you a bastard? Your logic is a bit messed up, let me help you sort it out?"

Bellergas paused for a moment, clearly not quite grasping the riddle.

The veteran ignored his astonishment and pointed to the bones on the ground: "Hey, hand out the plates and trash inside, we need to clean up."

"Dare to assign your noble half-man grandpa?" Bellegas realized he'd been tricked and flew into a rage. He gripped the iron bars with his thick arms and shook them violently, making a loud clanging sound. "You human bastard, watch out, your grandpa will smash your balls when he gets out! Do you know I personally crushed several balls on the southern battlefield!"

The veteran's face instantly turned cold, and he unfastened a black stun baton from his waist.

“Prisoner No. 01, first verbal warning, keep quiet. Otherwise, I will restrain you in accordance with the ‘Regulations for the Management of Prisoners of War’.” His voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were reading an instruction manual.

"Human bastards..."

"Second warning." The veteran's voice was completely flat.

"Haha, you old man..."

"Zi la——!"

A blue-white arc of electricity shot out from the tip of the short stick and struck Bellegas's hand, which was gripping the railing, with precision.

Bellergas's short, stocky body, resembling a brown bear, stiffened abruptly, and his maniacal laughter turned into indistinct "uh uh uh" sounds.

He began to tremble violently, foam even spilling from the corners of his mouth. Finally, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his body still convulsing uncontrollably.

The entire prison corridor fell silent instantly.

The veteran put away his stun gun, sighed at the still convulsing figure inside, and then said to the dumbfounded young soldier beside him, "Why did you get so worked up over him? When dealing with guys like this who only have muscles in their heads, it's better to follow the rules than to reason with them."

He paused, then added, "Our rules are far more effective than their warhammers."

The residual electric current still coursed through his muscle fibers as Bellegas lay sprawled on the cold concrete, his body still twitching slightly out of control.

That small black stick was more eerie than any heavy hammer or axe on the battlefield; the excruciating pain it inflicted on his body left his mind blank.

Hearing the humans deliberately speaking Elvish, he gritted his teeth, letting out a beast-like growl, and with all his might, shakily raised one arm.

The muscles in his arm trembled uncontrollably from exhaustion, but he still managed to raise a thick middle finger at the veteran.

This was the only resistance he could mount at that moment.

The young soldier next to the veteran wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look from the veteran.

The veteran glanced at the stubborn middle finger, shook his head expressionlessly, and didn't even bother to look at Bellergas's face, which was contorted with anger.

"Prisoner No. 01, the timer has begun. If you cannot place your food tray and scraps in the designated spot outside your cell within three minutes," his voice was icy cold, "failure to do so will be considered a voluntary forfeiture of your next meal. These are prison regulations, not negotiable."

After saying that, he ignored Bellegas, gave the young warrior a wink, and the two turned and left, their footsteps fading into the distance in the empty corridor.

Only a chilling statement remained, echoing in the air: "Remember, it's the prison rules that give you food, not us. If you break the rules, we will punish you!"

The others cursed and even spat, then the older soldiers stepped forward and said, "First warning, please..."

A few minutes later, after several dwarves felt the warmth of the electric current, the cell became noticeably quieter.

Bellegas had recovered. He watched the two human warriors disappear at the end of the corridor, then looked at his companions in the next few cells who had also been severely electrocuted and were still not recovered. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Bastard... your grandpa will never give in!"

However, all that answered him was his own heavy breathing.

In the next cell, a cave-dwelling half-human peeked out and asked, "Belegas, what did that human bastard just say? Did he keep repeating that if we don't clean up, we won't get any food?"

"Damn it, it's all just bluffing! I'm full! I'm going to sleep!" Bellergas roared, turned over, and turned his back to the iron bars. His deafening snoring soon filled the air.

"Oh...me too!"

The cave-dwelling half-humans in the other cells followed suit, and for a time, their snoring drowned out everything else, like a group of lazy men who didn't care about anything.

Amidst the snoring, there were faint sounds of things being packed away.

A few hours later, a strange "gurgling" sound broke the silence.

A well-rested cave-dwelling half-human rubbed his stomach, his face contorted in misery, and approached the railing: "Baelegas, Balergas! I'm hungry... How about we pass those bone fragments out? This might be where we live; it feels kind of unclean~"

"Damn it! The food of these human bastards must be poisoned! They must have mixed it with poison; they're so cunning to corrupt our will!" Bellegas mumbled incoherently without even opening his eyes. "Next time, I definitely won't eat it!"

"But... the meat that human bastard roasted was so delicious!" Another companion couldn't help but smack his lips, recalling the previous deliciousness.

"Smells good, my foot!" Bellegas sat up abruptly, glaring at him. "The meat is loose and has no chewiness at all! If it were my Grumon, it wouldn't even give it a sniff!"

"But I'm still hungry!" the cave-dwelling half-human who spoke first said, his stomach rumbling. "What are they trying to do? They're about to execute us, so why are they letting us have a full meal?"

"Damn it, it must be that damned human bastard's picky food!"

This question stumped all the cave-dwelling half-humans present.

They couldn't figure it out.

Just then, a faint sound of metal wheels rolling came from the distance of the corridor, accompanied by a rich aroma of meat that wafted into everyone's nostrils even more forcefully than the previous meal.

It's stewed meat!
And there were also golden-brown baked wheat cakes!
Yes, it still smells like the beer they finished last time.

All the noise from the cave-dwelling half-humans abruptly ceased. Although they didn't do anything like climbing up to the bars where they were imprisoned and drooling, they all sat up straight without prior arrangement.

Some uncontrollable drool actually dripped down the corners of my mouth.

"Gudu~"

More rumbling sounds from stomachs filled the air.

Bellegas's stomach also let out a deafening roar.

He stared at the food cart pushed in by two human warriors. Sure enough, there were several pots of steaming stewed meat on the cart, the meat chunks stewed until tender, the broth thick and rich, with stacks of golden wheat cakes and a large bottle of wine next to it.

The aroma and smell of alcohol filled his nostrils, and his stomach protested with a sound louder than thunder.

The caveman next door had his face pressed against the railing, his tongue almost sticking out, and he mumbled indistinctly, "Belegas... my stomach is rebelling..."

"Eat! I'm going to see what kind of poison they put in this food today!"

Bellergas finally snapped. He kicked the empty plate off the floor with a loud thud, then grabbed the plate and shoved it roughly through the railing.

"This place is a mess, and I'm starving! Bring me food, wine, and meat! And if you can, send me a woman too!"

Upon seeing this, the other cave-dwelling half-humans immediately followed suit and shouted in the same manner.

For a moment, the prison corridor was filled with clanging and clattering sounds.

The warrior chuckled as he looked at Bellegas, then turned his head away and placed a heavier meal in front of several cave-dwelling half-men who had already prepared their plates.

They then simply collected their plates and left.

left?
Bellegas stared in astonishment at everything, then roared like thunder: "You sluts! I want to eat! I want to eat!!!"

"You're not following the rules in prison, so go hungry for a day, and we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

boom!
The door is closed.

Bellegas stared at the door plunging into darkness, sniffing the food in the air, his gaze drifting into the distance: "Beckett, Harriet, Ram, why are you being fed by humans?"

"Lord Bellegas, we thought the plates were in the way, so we put them away outside!"

“Me too,” said Harriet, the halfling, while drinking his beer. “Lord Bellegas, if this food is poisoned, then let me die from it first!”

"Me too!"

Slurp~
Watching his half-human companions eat, Bellegas leaned his face against the iron bars of the cell, his throat involuntarily moving.

"Give me one!"

Beckett thought for a moment, then tossed half a roast chicken over, which Bellergas caught steadily and then devoured.

"Give me one too!"

Amidst the rising and falling sounds, some of the half-humans who received food gave it away, while others refused.

Bellergas popped the roast chicken into his mouth; the meat was tender and juicy, and he easily chewed it before swallowing it. A strange, rich spice flavor, unlike anything he had ever tasted before, exploded in his mouth.

It smells fucking good!

He wolfed down his food while cursing under his breath, thinking how effective the psychological tactics of these human bastards were.

They actually knew how to corrupt a soldier's soul with food!

If I could eat and drink well for a hundred years, I might really rebel against humanity!
The next morning, the iron door to the cell was opened outside of mealtime.

It wasn't the soldiers bringing food who came in, but a man with a completely different demeanor.

He was dressed in a neat officer's uniform, followed by two fully armed guards, and his eyes calmly swept over the cave-dwelling half-humans in the cell.

"Gentlemen, with authorization from headquarters, you may return!"

Bellegas was dozing against the wall when he heard the sound and opened his eyes alertly.

"Return? Are they going to execute us?"

Because of the peculiar thought processes of the half-humans, many of them naturally believed that their time was running out. Many of them laughed and pretended to be magnanimous, saying, "I've waited so long, and finally, iron and blood have arrived!"

"Haha, you're a mixed bunch. Although you're as weak as chickens, your food is pretty good. Let me eat and drink my fill before we set off."

The officer did not answer him, but simply ordered Bellegas and the others to put on shackles to prevent them from suddenly becoming violent and killing.

When they gathered, they found that Natalia and the others from before had also come along.

Besides them, many of the spirits who had previously guided the ghosts of the Ruins of Nightmare to attack humans were also released.

Gong Pengfei, who was most adept at understanding people's hearts, especially having some knowledge of Elven languages, looked at the group and said directly, "You can leave now."

"Those are your weapons, um, just for self-defense. You won't get your original weapons!"

Bellergas was taken aback, wondering if he had misheard: "What did you say?"

“I say, you are free.” Gong Pengfei’s tone was as calm as if he were stating the weather. “You can go back to your dwarf tribe. You can go back to your elven outpost.”

Natalia, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke, her voice cold and clear: "What are the conditions?"

"We have no conditions, we only hope that you will take back our signal of desire for peace!"

Having said that, he gestured for everyone to get into the carriage. The trio of Eileen, who had been going in and out of the palace before, were very familiar with this.

They stepped into the carriage with small steps, and the elves saw this, then looked at Natalia!
Finally, Natalia got into the car.

A few hours later…

Looking at the self-defense weapons made by humans, left in the distance, and the humans who had gone far away, everyone was confused.

"They just let us go back like that?"

"Are we really free?"

Natalia watched all this with a complex expression on her face: "Take the things and let's go!"

Seeing the elves leave, Bellegas and the others glanced at the hammers and other self-defense weapons the humans had provided them, gritted their teeth, grabbed a hammer in one hand and an axe in the other, and followed them!
(End of this chapter)