From Wild Mage to Wizard King.

Chapter 401: The Unknown Home Underground
As the War Council's diplomat stationed in the Silver Empire, Randy naturally sent the news of the Ginza Veterans' Parade back to the War Council.

Roland simply learned about this incident which he had no memory of having happened, and was not particularly surprised or shocked.

Ever since he intervened in Donnar, Roland had been prepared for change, especially after the War Council repelled the Green Tide and the Silver Empire fell into an internal struggle between the Silver Emperor and the Silver Family. Roland already knew that the future would be completely different.

It's just veterans demanding their wages. There's nothing to worry about. Wait until the veterans take up arms to demand their wages and cause bloodshed.

Therefore, Roland simply glanced at it and memorized it, and then didn't pay much attention to it.

During the period of development and construction, Roland had to focus on internal construction and did not care much about the disturbances from the outside world.

Roland poured himself a cup of liquid wisdom, took the cup back to his desk, and continued with his other government affairs.

Silver Forge found other signs of dwarven activity?
Roland looked at the message from the Silver Forge and raised his eyebrows slightly.

With the three-year reconstruction plan completed ahead of schedule, various land reclamation and large-scale projects requiring a large amount of manpower were also completed.

In addition, due to the popularization of strange tools and basic extraordinary education, the quality of the committee's labor force has also improved significantly. Therefore, even after completing the reconstruction plan, the War Committee seamlessly entered the Seven-Year Development Plan, but the committee is now slightly more abundant in manpower.

Therefore, places like the Silver Forge, which were not given much attention in the reconstruction plan, are now receiving manpower replenishment.

Because of the increase in available labor, the Silver Forge also expanded its range of activities. Therefore, they found some traces of dwarven activities on the periphery of the bottom floor of the Silver Forge.

Following these traces, we found a passage leading to deeper places beside the silver forge, where there were many signs of dwarven activities.

In this regard, the Silver Forge had different ideas. The dwarves suggested actively establishing friendly contacts and contacts with them, and trying to bring them under the rule of the committee.

The dwarves, however, believed that they should act with caution. Who knew if the person on the other side was a real dwarf or if they could communicate? They should set a trap first and try to capture a dwarf.

Both sides had a heated debate with each other, but in the end they could not convince each other, so they finally submitted their different ideas.

Looking at their suggestions, Roland turned the pen in his hand, thought about it, and felt that the dwarf's idea was better.

Anyway, they can be resurrected. Even if the opponent has bad intentions, the most they can do is to fail. They have to sacrifice a group of messengers and let them all go back to the Fountain of Life to read the bar and wait for resurrection. It's not a big problem.

There's absolutely no need to set traps to catch people.

As for the selection of members of this envoy group, since the dwarves took the initiative to make suggestions, it is natural to choose from among the dwarves.

However, although they had decided to take the initiative to make friendly contact, they still had to take necessary precautions. Roland added a military mobilization to the end of the order, transferring two thousand-man dwarf teams from the nearby Silver Gate and stationing them at the Silver Forge.

If the other party can communicate, then communicate well. If the other party does not understand what you are saying and does not want to communicate well, then the committee also knows a little bit of fighting.

If the other side has malicious intent, then the committee's sword may not be in vain.

Given the current size of the committee, this small force lingering underground is not a threat at all.

Moreover, Roland had never heard of this dwarven force in his memory. It was probably swallowed up by the Silver Clan. Since the Silver Clan, which was in a very poor state in the future, could swallow them up, there was no reason for the committee to overturn.

As for the safety of the silver forge, Roland didn't care. As long as the core was not completely broken, it could be repaired. As for the derivative areas, it didn't matter even if they were destroyed.

After signing and issuing the order, Roland quickly concluded this government matter and turned to the next one.

Although for Roland, this was just an ordinary little thing that did not require special attention, but for the people at the Silver Forge, it was something that needed to be taken seriously.

After receiving Roland's order, even though the dwarf artificers still believed that their cautious approach was correct, they did not continue to insist on this idea. They carried out Roland's order 100% without any complaints.

Roland had emphasized more than once that when policies were being formulated, it didn't matter how much people argued, but once the policies were finalized, orders had to be executed unconditionally regardless of whether the policies were in line with one's own ideas.

No matter how dissatisfied you are, you cannot openly violate the policy. However, after completing your daily tasks and in your free time, you can also write a letter to point out the problems with the policy.

But no matter what you think, you have to execute the order first.

This was the political atmosphere that Roland had created and cultivated at the Apocalypse Center. Through the three-year reconstruction plan, a large number of central officials were transferred to local areas, and it naturally spread to all parts of the War Council.

And two years ago, it was officially transformed from a political unwritten rule into a written regulation.

Therefore, the gnome artificers will cooperate with the dwarves.

As the two thousand-man teams passed through the space gate and arrived at the Silver Forge according to Roland's orders, the ready dwarf envoys also walked out of the camp and began to move towards the bottom of the Silver Forge.

Although the derivative area of ​​the Silver Forge suffered a lot of damage and most of the stairs connecting the Silver Forge were damaged and unusable, the core furnace of the Silver Forge suffered limited damage.

Through the core furnace that runs through the top and bottom, the dwarf envoys easily reached the bottom from the top layer.

Although the Silver Forge is one of the great wonders created by the Kingdom of Clans, it embodies the wisdom of countless dwarves from across the empire and its technological level is still relatively high.

However, with the original design of the Silver Forge obtained from the Dwarven Library, the War Council was able to repair and use the Silver Forge.

After being repaired by the dwarven runesmith and the gnome artificer, not only has the core of the Silver Forge regained some of its basic functions, but it has also completely transformed into the appearance of a war council.

Relying on the high-authority token left by Roland, the rune craftsmen and the artificers worked together to rewrite the Silver Forge's identification and authority system.

Miller took out the identity crystal and swiped it on the door of the silver forge. Then, the heavy door made a slight sound and slowly opened.

After the gate opened, Miller led the remaining dwarves out of the gate.

After all the dwarves came out, the door behind them closed automatically again.

Afterwards, Miller looked at the countless dilapidated ruins around him, and after confirming the direction, he led the dwarf delegation to the direction where the traces of activity and the cave entrance had been discovered before.

Twenty dwarves kept moving forward among the ruins.

Just as they were about to reach the outskirts of the derivative area, Miller, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped, raised his clenched right fist, and signaled others to stop.

After seeing Miller's gesture, the remaining dwarves also stopped.

Miller tilted his head and listened carefully. Then he made a few gestures, and the twenty dwarves began to restrain their movements and moved forward silently.

Miller carefully leaned against a broken wall, tilted his head slightly, and looked outside.

In the open space outside, dozens of dwarves in tattered clothes were lying listlessly on the ground. Their bodies were covered with dust and looked a little dirty from head to toe.

The tattered clothes were also very simple, made of some scattered branches. The better ones could cover half of the body, while the worse ones could only cover the private parts.

Looking at these dwarves, Miller subconsciously frowned. This was too miserable. Even when the Silver Clan was at its worst, it didn't end up like this. These dwarves were very thin, weak, and their vitality was very weak. They were staggering, as if they could die at any time.

Miller exchanged a few glances with the dwarves who were traveling with him and quickly reached a consensus. He made a few gestures, and the dwarves not far away quickly occupied the commanding heights of the nearby ruins and took out rune guns.

Then, Miller, along with the two dwarves beside him, walked out of the ruins openly.

Since Miller did not conceal his footsteps, they naturally attracted the attention of these thin dwarves. A few dwarves who still had some strength looked up slightly and saw Miller and the other two.

Unlike them, Miller and his group were all well-dressed and strong. Moreover, due to the extraordinary education popularized by the committee, they had more or less learned breathing techniques or meditation methods.

Although Miller is the only first-level extraordinary person in his group, the rest of the dwarves can only be considered half extraordinary people.

But this was enough to leave an extraordinary aura on them. Against the backdrop of this extraordinary aura, Miller and the other two seemed out of place with the surrounding ruins.

Looking at Miller and the other two in front of him, a dwarf raised his head and made an incomprehensible sound. Then, all the dwarves in the open space raised their heads and looked at Miller.

In response, Miller smiled, waved his hand and spoke in a friendly manner.

"Hello."

As soon as Miller finished speaking, the voices of the dwarf language that was difficult to understand were rang out, and the dwarves in the open space knelt down in front of Miller one after another.

Looking at the dwarves who suddenly knelt in front of him and speaking a completely incomprehensible language, Miller's face froze and he quickly took out a spell scroll from his arms.

After using up the spell scroll and casting a first-level spell to facilitate communication on everyone present, Miller finally understood what the dwarves were saying.

"The messenger of God has come to the world, the messenger of God has come to the world!"

"Dark God, have we finally passed your test?!"

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Listening to the religious words coming out of the mouths of his fellow dwarves, Miller frowned and spoke.

"Stand up, don't kneel."

Because Miller slightly mobilized the strength in his body, his voice directly drowned out all the dwarves and appeared very clearly in their ears.

Following Miller's oracle, the group of dwarves who were kneeling on the ground quickly climbed up from the ground.

"Who among you has the final say?"

Miller glanced and asked.

After Miller finished speaking, the dozens of skinny dwarves looked at each other, and finally their eyes stayed on the only old dwarf whose clothes covered half of his body.

Facing the gaze of the crowd, the old dwarf walked out of the crowd tremblingly and came in front of Miller. He respectfully made a religious gesture that Miller could not understand.

Looking at the old dwarf in front of him, Miller asked.

"Where are you from? Why are you here?"

"We come from our homeland and are here to atone for our sins."

He answered Miller's question respectfully, and Miller raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard his answer.

Due to the effect of the spell, Miller could understand what he said. The homeland in his words referred to the tribe, force or country they were in. As for atonement, Miller understood it, but not completely.

In response to Miller's doubts, the old dwarf in front of him once again made a religious gesture and said.

"Lord God's Messenger, you are here to retrieve the holy relics, right? There are several holy relics enshrined in our homeland. If you need them, I am willing to lead the way for you."

Holy relics? What are they? Is it the legacy of the Kingdom of Clans?
Miller asked instead of answering.

“How many people are there in that homeland?”

"Five thousand lambs waiting to be taught."

The old dwarf replied.

In response, Miller nodded and said.

"In that case, lead the way."

After saying that, Miller glanced at the other dwarves and continued.

"As for you, just stay here for now."

After saying that, Miller grabbed the old dwarf in front of him and ran quickly towards the cave entrance in the distance with the other two dwarves.

At the same time, fifteen figures jumped out from various parts of the ruins and followed Miller, and two figures walked out of the ruins and came to the front of the other dwarves.

Since Miller provided the old dwarf with some magical support, and the old dwarf seemed to be well prepared, although he was not very adaptable to high-speed movement, he still tried his best to provide guidance to Miller.

Under the guidance of the old dwarf, Miller and his party quickly entered the passage and entered the deeper underground world of the Silver Gate.

Miller and his group quickly shuttled through the narrow passages. After less than half an hour of speeding forward, they saw the home that the old dwarf had mentioned.

A small round town located in a desolate plain.

The town in front of us was built around a tall tower in the center of the town. The tower was running, radiating light and heat to the entire city.

Miller looked at the tall tower in front of him that was emitting light, then turned his head to look at the other side, where there was endless darkness.

This tall tower seems to be the only light in this underground world.

Miller glanced at the dwarf guards at the city gate, looked at the other seven dwarves beside him, and then glanced nonchalantly at the dark corner not far away.

Afterwards, Miller and the seven dwarves took the old dwarf and walked towards the town openly, preparing to enter the town through official channels.

After Miller left, ten dwarves also came out from the dark corner. They looked at each other, bypassed the surveillance of the dwarf guards, and prepared to sneak in directly.

(End of this chapter)