Don't call me evil god

Chapter 948: The Deep Gods
Hearing the Gray Dwarf King's statement.

Pete breathed a sigh of relief.

so far.

The other party's attitude is very positive.

It was made clear that the "cultists who might escape into the Deep" mentioned by Bron would definitely die here, and the Deep was not their hiding place.

This Ironbeard King even dared to shout out such cruel words as even the evil gods could not protect them.

"My king, do you have any solution?"

Pete continued to send guiding words to Bron.

Just shouting slogans cannot fully prove your position, and actual actions cannot deceive people.

If the Gray Dwarf King directly issued an order and arranged for people to search for the escaped cultists in the Deep Area and kill them all, this would allow Pete to initially build trust in him.

however.

However, Bron did not repeat the words prepared by Pete.

His expression turned somewhat serious.

He stared at the Gray Dwarf King who was sitting back on the throne, and spoke in a deep voice:
"The Three Dark Gods? They protect the abyss?"

King Blayney Graybeard, whose name is very long, said with certainty: "That's right!"

"The Tyrannical Throne has granted us innate strong bodies, so that true dwarves will no longer fear any threats hidden in the darkness, because we will be stronger than them!"

"The Lord of the Mysteries, He has entrusted us with the secrets of enchantment. His mystical knowledge is inexhaustible!"

"The cycle of pain and suffering, He allows us to turn all kinds of torture into gifts. The more painful it is, the stronger we become!"

"They have protected us for a long time. Their gifts will allow us to become the true masters of the Abyss!"

"..."

Blaney Ironbeard spoke more and more passionately.

Bron's expression became more and more ugly.

At first, it was just solemn and cautious.

By the end it had turned as black as the bottom of a pot!
Pete realized something was wrong and quickly sent a message to alert his companions:
"Whatever problem you find, stay calm, stay calm!"

"Damn it, there are only three of us here. If our identities are exposed, we will have to watch the sunrise over the Misty Valley tomorrow morning!"

"Manage your expression! Don't look so gloomy! Keep your emotions normal!"

Bombed by a series of news, Bron's expression changed for a long time, and finally he managed to calm down.

Fortunately.

During this time, the gray dwarf king Blaney Ironbeard was like a fanatical preacher, almost immersed in his own world, dancing and enthusiastically introducing the three gods who protected the gray dwarves to Bron.

He didn't even bother to see if Bron was listening.

He was simply keen on spreading this belief, as if he was sure that Bron would understand everything he said.

"...May the three dark gods bless you! Brother from the surface!"

King Ironbeard ended his "sermon" with an enthusiastic blessing.

After thinking for a while, he added:
"If you are willing, you can move to the Deep Region for refuge at any time. Here, the three gods personally protect you. I dare to bet you 100 barrels of Stone Castle liquor that the Deep Region is definitely the farthest and safest place in the world from monsters and evil gods!"

“No matter how powerful the evil god is, he will never be able to extend his tentacles into the abyss!”

"This is a dark place, and the three dark gods are the masters here!"

“Remember the hard dark times?”

"In order to resist the monsters and awaken the three dwarf gods, you have sacrificed so many glorious people and your clan has lost so much power!"

"does it worth?"

When Bron spoke, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"I see."

"Thank...thank you, King Ironbeard. I will take your advice back to Stone Castle...and tell the rest of the tribe."

"Those cultists who may have escaped into the Deeplands..." He didn't finish his sentence.

The Gray Dwarf King promised while pounding his chest:
"Don't worry! Brothers of the Freeman clan!"

"I will immediately send out the most elite collection team from the Limoen settlement to look for traces of the cultists!"

"If they are still alive, I will definitely let you see their corpses covered with mystery mushrooms!"

"I promise!"

The other party gave a clear commitment.

But Bron was not happy at all.

His breathing became noticeably faster.

“Calm down! Calm down!!!”

Pete, who was hiding in the dark, wished he could enter the game and "play on behalf of Braum" to help him complete the subsequent communication.

But all he could do now was to desperately send messages to the other party, reminding him that no matter what happened, he should try his best to get the necessary information first!
"Gospel matters! Dark elves matters!"

"Find a way to ask him about the gospel sold by those dark elves!"

Bron took a deep breath.

"...King Ironbeard, I have a personal question."

The Gray Dwarf King waved his hand generously: "Dwarves and Gray Dwarves have a common ancestor. We are blood brothers. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!"

"I saw a lot of gray dwarves smoking something called Gospel. I heard it was a gadget made by the dark elves."

“Do you know how it is made?”

The Gray Dwarf King opened his mouth and laughed again.

"Of course, hahahaha, of course I know!"

"Those dark elves, a bunch of lowly fellows!"

"They cannot obtain the blessings of the powerful Three Gods of Darkness, so they can only pray for the protection of the Carnival Twins."

"The God of Pleasure gave them the means to extract pleasure, but it's just a little trick that can't be put on the table!"

"Those lowly elves, if they want to survive in the Deep Region, they will sooner or later become vassals of the Gray Dwarves!"

"They are only worthy of doing something like the gospel so that they can serve us wholeheartedly!"

"..."

When saying these words.

Blaney Ironbeard looked around with great confidence, as if he didn't take the dark elves seriously at all.

He even clapped his hands proudly and shouted:
"Yaya, bring your sister in!"

Soon, the rhythmic "tapping" sound of high heels tapping on the stone steps could be heard outside the throne room.

Two dark elves wearing revealing black tight leather jackets and with hot bodies and high ponytails walked in with cat steps.

Their faces are almost carved from the same mold.

Big eyes, high nose bridge, beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows and rosy red lips.

"Serve us!"

The gray dwarf king pointed at Braum.

The two dark elves immediately knelt down obediently, lowered their heads and crawled in front of Braum and the gray dwarf king respectively.

She flexibly used her mouth and tongue to assist, while holding the tobacco bottle filled with gospel powder above her head with both hands, and reminded in a sweet voice:
"Master, please enjoy."

Pete and Reina, who witnessed this scene, were stunned.

As long as the dark elves appear, they seem to know what will happen next!

……

(End of this chapter)