Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Lockrean remained silent, leaving everything to Curtis. The Berserker Girl raised her hands in a gesture of goodwill, following the rules of Steel Town. It seemed this wasn't her first time here.

"Wow, what a huge woman! Where's the pass?"

The dwarf was surprised by Curtis's heroic face under his cloak. He took off his goggles and stared wide-eyed at the two peaks, his exclamation clearly referring to more than just their height.

Curtis took a small object out of his pouch and tossed it slowly toward the top of the gate, trying not to offend the sensitive dwarf, even though the railgun in the dwarf's hand couldn't hurt him at all.

"The halflings are the best."

"Of course!"

Curtis blushed as he switched to slang.

The dwarf nodded in satisfaction, took the shiny object, which turned out to be a tin bottle cap. He put it in his mouth and bit it to confirm that it was real, then shouted loudly in a strange language that he couldn't understand.

"Guys, time to serve customers! They're humans from the West, they look weak, but hopefully they'll have money to spend."

Crunch!

With a clanging of gears, the steel gate cracked open, easily wide enough for a human to pass through.

Just passing through this thick gate took them dozens of meters. The narrow passage made them feel like they could be crushed at any moment. Heloise didn't expect to enter the halfling castle so easily.

"You seem to know this place very well?"

Curtis remained calm and said indifferently, "I once led the Second Holy Legion to fight against the Obsidian Empire for control of the quicksand in the prime plane. The Alliance's supply lines were far away, and we often came here to purchase military equipment."

At that time, the Free Federation and the Holy Alliance were still allies. The Lawful Light faction was united and fearless in the face of the savage behemoth.

Celimoni gave a cold laugh. "Ah, I remember. It was in that battle that the [Flare] Saint was defeated by the Obsidian Emperor. Guess how the Dragon Knight Emperor's temper is now compared to back then?"

Lockray smiled, gave Nolan a meaningful look, and said, "It's alright, we have allies here."

ally?

Selene and Heloise frowned and remained silent; they had never heard the boy say that before.

Nolan also curled her lips into a smile, as if Lockrean had seen through her relationship with Pompey, and wondered what tricks he could play under the Black Dragon King's feet.

As soon as I entered, a dozen or so halflings surrounded me, each holding a sledgehammer and pickaxe, touching and sniffing around, as if they rarely saw humans.

The native inhabitants of Irontown are not only dwarves, but also include gnomes, undead, and green-skinned goblins among the orcs, most of whom are less than half the height of a normal person.

The neutral forces here belong to the underground ruins. They have lived in caves for many years and are not particularly powerful, but no one wants to provoke a group of vengeful little ones.

The halflings swarmed forward, their favorite pastime being touching and groping the adventurers, but they couldn't get close to the silver-haired girl, always being pushed away by a strange aura.

Locke Ryan smiled broadly, seemingly unconcerned. Curtis and Selene, being tall and slender, could only manage to brush against each other's thighs as the halflings jumped around, achieving nothing.

757. Gold Mine Cart

The steel gates mark an extremely backward metal tribe, incomparable to the magnificent palaces of the elves, filled with a primitive atmosphere, with rusty houses visible everywhere.

Heloise kicked a goblin aside, casually tossed down a handful of Allied gold coins, and said impatiently, "Take me to your leader."

"Don't......"

Curtis's lips twitched, and before he could stop her, he could only sigh.

Sure enough, after the halflings finished their frenzied looting, their eyes gleamed. They stared at a group of women with "innocent" smiles, their greed undisguised, before scattering in all directions.

The Holy Alliance's rules don't apply here. The Primal Plane has no laws; it only follows the oldest law of the jungle.

Heloise was stunned. "Why did they leave? What are they doing?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Curtis rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, and quickly left the gate to lead the way through the smog-filled area.

The town's buildings were quite different from the outer fortifications. The city of halflings was tiny compared to humans. You had to bend over to squeeze into the taverns and inns you passed by. It was hard to imagine that this magnificent steel city was built by a group of dwarves.

"This is halfling territory. We need to go down to the underground mines, where the adventurers' guilds and trading markets established by various ethnic groups are located."

Selene and Lockrean placed their hands on their weapons, ready for any potential conflict.

But leaving this place unscathed is not so easy, especially with a group of ostentatious rich sheep. It was only then that Lord Red Lotus realized how foolish it was to use the method of giving alms to the poor to deal with a group of barbaric aliens.

Peeping eyes kept coming from the sandstorm, and their numbers were increasing, filled with hostile auras. These few reckless humans had already attracted the attention of the local thugs and vagrants.

“Don’t look back. Halflings are typical bullies who prey on the weak, but it’s not convenient for us to reveal our identities. I’ll hold them off for a bit. You guys follow this road and turn left at the next fork in the road, go straight down into the mine, and find Master Napa on Sheep Street. He’ll help us find a way to enter the Obsidian Empire.”

Curtis said the name of his contact, then stopped and slammed the giant axe on his back into the ground.

The heavy object was smashed into a small crater by the battle axe. The woman's imposing presence, seeing the other fat sheep escape, caused the people lying in ambush to swarm forward. A group of strange-looking halflings rushed out of the dark alley.

These little ones were timid and cowardly, never acting alone, and using crudely made weapons. The polished iron plates and wooden sticks inlaid with iron looked somewhat comical to the legion commander.

"drink!"

Curtis swept his battle axe, and the outer shockwave alone blew away a large number of dwarves, demonstrating that his power was not great, but more than enough to deal with troublemakers.

Meanwhile, Lockrean and the others had arrived at the three-way intersection. The crooked road signs were written in a language that the group couldn't understand. Following Curtis's advice to turn left and go downhill should be the right thing to do.

The mine is shrouded in darkness, with even heavier smog. Living in such a place for a long time inevitably leads to health problems. I don't know why the halflings love it so much.

Descending along the rugged, circular tunnel, you'll occasionally see abandoned shacks and minecarts, with metal tracks scattered everywhere. Steel Town is a tribe built on a vast mine, which has gradually developed into the largest neutral refuge in the wilderness.

The bottom of the mine was pitch black and devoid of life, and Locke Ryan almost doubted whether Curtis had remembered it wrong.

Instead, Nolan discovered something, strode forward, and followed a faint light deep inside to find an orc who was leaning against the wall enjoying tobacco, puffing out clouds of smoke.

The orc had pale red skin, ugly features, and sharp thorns growing from his back, making him look like a hedgehog. He wore the emblem of the Adventurers' Guild on his chest, indicating that he was of a high rank.

"Is this your first time here?"

The adventurer glanced at the group and then ignored them, showing great disdain for the human race.

"Yes, I'm looking for Master Napa. Could you tell me how to get there?"

Nolan smiled and nodded, his orc language familiar to him, which made Heloise look at him strangely.

Without further ado, the orc held up three fingers, and everyone immediately understood, their brows furrowing.

Do you have to charge me for asking for directions?

Heloise readily handed over three Alliance Gold Coins, but the goblin warrior was stunned. He accepted the coins with a strange look in his eyes.

"Nobody walks on their feet here. Judging from your appearance, you don't know any rules."

The orc didn't bother to explain. He took out a yellowish whistle, blew a sharp sound that echoed into the depths of the cave, as if calling for something.

A short while later, a buzzing sound came from the depths of the darkness, indicating that something was rapidly approaching.

Squeak!

A gold mine cart with lights on emerged from the depths, came to a smooth stop in front of the group after a sudden stop. Inside the cart, two large-headed dwarfs, one in front and one behind, held the steering wheel to drive in both directions, looking quite adorable.

So this is the real purpose of the transport tracks!

"Wow, there are such convenient things."

Before Heloise could even take a curious look, the orc said, "Send them to the pigsty."

"Roger that!"

The two dwarfs spoke in unison, and one of them poked the map above his head, causing the minecart to spew flames from its rear and prepare to start again.

"Huh? A pigsty!?"

Just as Selene was about to lash out, Lockrean pulled her into the filthy minecart. Nolan, unconcerned about the makeshift transportation, jumped in with Invincible and Heloise.

The mine cart sped along the tracks, sparking intensely as it lurched along, making rapid progress through the labyrinthine mine shafts.

With a means of transportation, the journey became much more pleasant. They should have called a mine cart long ago; they had walked such a long way for nothing!

Why did that orc look at me like that?

"You gave him too much. He probably only wanted three copper teeth."

The currency of the Obsidian Empire is beast teeth, while the Savage Beast Territory has no concept of trade at all. In the world of the orcs, the strong should enjoy everything, and only the weak need to spend money to buy things.

"Ha, why didn't you say so sooner!"

Heloise's unrestrained laughter echoed through the mine; she wasn't really concerned about the money.

"Do you expect me to give you change?"

Nolan unfastened his cloak to let in some fresh air, his crimson eyes flashing, and his immense spiritual power spread out, enveloping the dark marketplace beneath the mine.

"Damn it, what a disgusting rat hole! I wish I could burn this place down! When are we ever going to get out of here?!"

Heloise's laughter made Celimoni increasingly irritated, the veins on her arms bulging. Ever since she entered this wretched place, every dirty corner had driven the germaphobic archbishop crazy.

Locke Ryan suppressed a laugh and said, "Of course, it's about finding a way to enter the country. You came here of your own accord, I didn't force you."

"Son of a bitch!"

Selene turned around and cursed. Just as she was about to fix the unfortunate Holy Son's teeth, the speeding minecart braked suddenly and crashed into Heloise. The two sisters stumbled to the ground, their limbs intertwined in an intimate pose.

758. Pigsty

The two high-ranking figures looked extremely unsightly, because their souls were hidden and their bodies were completely unguarded, causing them to groan and cry out in pain.

The scene was extremely pleasing to the eye, but the conversation that followed was not so harmonious.

"Trying to cause trouble, huh?"

"So what if it is?"

The Crimson Lord and the Rainbow Archbishop glared at each other, their eyes blazing with fury, their relationship so strained that even the slightest spark could ignite a conflict.

Lockrean was extremely troubled. The two women at the top of the Holy Alliance had very special status and even more terrifying strength. He had neither the right nor the ability to stop them.

The Moonstone Dragon Mother, who had been leisurely observing from beginning to end, chuckled, her soft voice coming from beneath the Black Knight's armor, full of mockery.

"This is humanity, a laughable race, whether they are descendants of the human queen or ignorant fools."

The provocation from their enemy was like adding fuel to the fire; the two men's surging spiritual energy was almost uncontrollable, causing the minecart to shake violently.

"So, would you rather laugh quietly or scream and cry?"