Of course, it is the one at the bottom among the silver priests...

The priests of other tribes who were traveling with him were much stronger than him, and many even became priests who directly became silver.

However, this also made Sharu very glad and satisfied...

For him, this status is like a pickup.

However, after being satisfied, he was panic.

As a wise man who often deals with humans and thinks he has rich knowledge, Sharu understands that this is absolutely abnormal.

And he also heard from human minstrels that this temporary forced elevation to become a priest...

That was an operation that only occurred before the decisive battle between the true gods, and such existences are often cannon fodder in the war...

cannon fodder……

That's right.

After becoming a silver priest, he had to lead the warriors of the tribe to join the war and go to the battlefield in person.

However, Sharu did not want to be cannon fodder.

After thinking about it, the only way he thought of was to change the position of the tribe in the army through bribery. As long as he could be in the back row, the chance of survival would be higher...

"Hey, I heard that those evil elves are not only fearless, but also eat raw meat and drink blood. They will eat prisoners and make them into meat skewers... They are even more demonic than demons. I don't want to fight with such a guy..."

He shook his head.

Once again, Sharu carefully put it back into the hidden place and covered it gently with a rag, and wiped the marks away.

Then, he picked up the cup made of the skull and drank the ale in one go.

After smacking his lips, he nodded beautifully, then threw the bone cup, lay on the bed covered with animal skins, closed his eyes and took a nap, waiting for Andris and others to return...

I don't know how long it took, Sharu woke up from a daze.

He looked at the sky, it was already late at night.

However, Andris and others have not yet returned.

This discovery made him frown slightly.

He stood up and walked around his tent, suddenly feeling a little restless.

"Why hasn't come back after so long?"

Sharu muttered a little dissatisfied.

Andris has been out for a long time, but there is no news at all...

Not only that, the tribe members who were traveling with him had no contact anymore.

This also made Sharu, who was originally excited by the Golden Dragon, gradually calm down.

He has lived here for decades, and there is no danger around him. If there is really danger, it should be that the human traveler who accidentally entered the desert of death encountered their orcs.

However, the hunting team has been away for too long...

"It's not that guy Andris who took the Golden Dragon alone, right?"

Sharu murmured to himself.

This is possible. After all, the Golden Dragon is too valuable. Although he sent far more people than mercenaries, Andris is a silver profession!

He doesn't believe in human moral integrity.

Thinking of this, Sharu became more and more uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of noisy sounds coming from outside the tent.

The sound was noisy and chaotic, and it seemed to be mixed with explosions, screams and shouts, as if there were metal sounds of swords colliding together.

"What's going on? Someone attacked?"

Sharu was stunned and looked solemn.

At this time, the tent was suddenly knocked open, and an injured orc stumbled in and said in horror:

"Sir Sharu, it's not good! The elves are here! The elves are here!"

The elf is here?

Sharu was stunned and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

However, looking at the other party's terrified expression, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Andris and others who had no news...

"No...no."

He swallowed, quickly picked out the staff he had made of his mace and walked out of the tent.

However, as soon as he was about to walk out of the tent, he seemed to remember something, so he quickly sent away the orc who had reported the news, and then returned to the place where he hid the gold pound, put the hidden gold pound in his arms, and then walked out of the tent again.

When Sharu came outside the tent, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

It was already dark.

But at this moment, the orc tribe is extremely bright.

However, what illuminates all this is not anything else, but flames.

Burning flames.

It was a tent and thatched house ignited by fireballs.

The building, which was originally dry because of the beginning of autumn, was like dry firewood encountered fire, and suddenly burned, burning half of the sky red, and the entire tribe was in chaos.

An elves riding various monsters rushed in with a scream and started a melee with the orcs in the tribe.

No, it shouldn't be called a melee.

That was simply one-sided crushing.

The elves held up strange metal tubes and spit out flames at a half-orc warrior, while the half-orc warriors fell down one after another with screams.

From time to time, Sharu could hear the elves quarrels:

"Damn it! Don't beat them to death!"

"Tsk, what's the hurry? There are thousands of orcs!"

Sharu:...

"Elf... is really an elves! And it is the evil elves of the Elf Forest!"

Looking at the elves' gorgeous equipment as described in the legend, Sharu couldn't help but lose his voice.

He couldn't see how many elves came, but he felt that it seemed that every place was fighting, and there were enemies from all directions.

The air was filled with the burning smell of forage buildings and the strong smell of blood.

There is no doubt that this is a premeditated sneak attack.

And... quite successful.

Looking at the tribe that was completely in chaos, Sharu felt his mind blank.

And just as he was hesitating whether to call on his tribe members to fight back or sneak away, the elves also noticed him.

There is no way, silver professions are like the light in the night, and they are so eye-catching when players discover it.

After discovering that Sharu, a silver profession who was almost suddenly emerging, was actually a priest with extremely high experience, the players' eyes lit up and rushed over, raising their weapons with a grim smile...

Feeling the huge crisis of life, Sharu's expression changed drastically and his face was pale.

He almost subconsciously protected the mace staff above his head, and shouted loudly:

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

However, as soon as this said, he immediately regretted it...

Because he suddenly remembered that the orcs of the cave tribe who escaped from the Elf Forest once said that these evil elves never accept the enemy's concession...

Compared to admit defeat, his best way should be to turn around and run away, or to call on his tribe members to fight.

And in just one sentence, Sharu missed the best opportunity and was surrounded by several elves.

It's over...

He felt sad.

However, what surprised him and was a little surprised was that the elves' weapons did not fall...

No... didn't kill me?

Sharu was so scared that he hiccupped his hiccup.

"Take off your weapons, squat down with your head in your arms!"

The elves pointed at him with their swords.

"Pu"
Chapter completed!