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Chapter 122 - Dwarf Settlement Part 1

The Dwarf tribe has two parts, the above-ground, and the underground settlements. The above-ground settlement is mostly housing and farms. Large wooden walls and a gate protects the tribe from all sides. Because they are next to a lonely mountain it is very easy to defend the tribe from outside attacks.

It took Mors an hour to arrive at the large wooden gates of the above-ground settlement. The two Dwarf guards spring into action, in their arm's wooden crossbows. With bolts loaded and the crossbows pointed at Mors, one of the Dwarf. A short woman, around four feet of height. With short meaty legs and arms, spoke in a demanding tone.

"State your business Elf!"

The Dwarf spoke, releasing some of her aura. But sadly, she is only at the mortal stage, so her aura had no effect on Mors and she soon notices that. Mors speaking in a chill and calm tone, his black mask covering his face, only leaving his eyes exposed.

"I am no elf, I am a Human. My name is Wu Ming, I have come because I heard you guys are dealing with a spirit problem. I am here to offer help"

"How do we know you are not lying!?"

The other guard, a male human who had not self-reform into a Dwarf. He too is in the mortal stage, asking in a somewhat anxious tone. The Humans of the Elf's clans don't refer to themselves as Humans but as Elfs, the same way a Human of the Dwarf tribes will refer to themselves as a Dwarf. The male Dwarf knew what type of Human Mors is.

He is someone from the Centralized Sects, the Dwarfs are more than familiar with the Sects and they hate them. The Sects always want more land and the land the Elfs, Dwarfs, and the Zanth inhabit is always under threat for this reason. Thankfully the Zanths and Elfs are able to hold back the Sects.

While normally these three groups of people hate each other and are always fighting, when it comes to outside threats, like the Sects. They come together and help each other out. Mors of course did not know much of the history between the inhabitants of the Green Sea and the Sects. He did hear some of it from Zhihui, like how the Sects from time to time try to colonize the Green Sea but fail.

He reaches into his pockets and takes out a piece of paper, the one that the Elf leader made for him as Mors spoke.

"This paper here will prove my identity"

"Alright, stay right there and we will pick it up!"

The woman said as she told her coworker to get down there and pick up the piece of paper. The man nods his head as he picks up a rope ladder, two of its ends have spikes of wood in them. The Dwarf grabs the wooden spikes and puts them into a hole that has been dug into the wall. This method is the safest way of collecting something from someone without opening the gates.

With the rope latter now set in place, he throws it towards Mor's side of the wall. Letting the rope later hit the wooden wall a couple of times, putting his crossbow on his back before climbing down it. His partner, the Dwarf woman had her sights set on Mors, ready to shoot the moment he makes any funny movements.

As the male Dwarf sets food on the ground, unsheathing the curve saber that hangs from his waits. With careful steps he walks towards Mors, grabbing the paper from his hand before walking back to the ladder, not taking his eyes off Mors. Going through the whole process again, the man reaches the top of the wooden walls once again. Pulling the ladder back up so Mors can't use it.

Mors spent the whole time looking at the Dwarfs, he would have liked it if they move a bit faster. But he can't blame them for being careful. As the male Dwarf reads the paper, his eyes slowly go wide, in a panicked tone he whispers into the ear of the Dwarf woman. Bending down to do so, as the woman hears what he said she could not help but make an audible sound.

"What!?"

The two of them look at Mors, who with a smile on his face(Which they can't see) waves at them. The two guards whisper to each other before concluding on their next course of action. The female Dwarf speaks as she looks at Mors, while her male coworker activates the mechanism to open up the gates.

"You are allowed to enter our tribe. But I will follow you and guide you to the tribe leader, he can confirm or deny your identity. So, follow me and don't make any sudden movements"

"Sure, thing ma'am"

Mars enters the tribe once the gates were fully open, he walks past the wooden gates. As he enters the tribe he is greeted with countless farms, people walking around with quick feet, and stone buildings. The Dwarf woman soon arrives in front of him as she signals him to follow her. Sadly, her legs were a lot shorter than his, so he needs it to wait a few seconds to take his first step.

As they walk through the cobblestone street, some of the Dwarfs look at him with confusion. Some of them asked themselves why did the Elfs send another envoy. But they have no time to worry about that as the Dwarf continues to move with speedy steps. Mors could guess that the citation must be looking very bad for them seeing how fast these Dwarfs are moving to do their work.

Soon they arrive at the step of the mountain, and a large metal and stone building lays in front of them. As the woman pushes the door open, they are greeted with a large metal elevator. Not the type that Mors, someone from a technology advance Earth is used to. But one that is pulled and moved by rope, well not really rope. As the elevator is being sustained by silver-like cables.

The woman and Mors step onto the elevator, as she clicks some bottoms on the metal box next to the elevator. As she clicks the final bottoms, the box made a weird sound. Like a motor waking up, the elevator started to go down. With Mors only thinking one thing.

'The people in this world sure have mismatching levels of technology'

With only his thoughts, Mors slowly descends underground and into the second part of this Dwarf settlement. The sounds of a large battle slowly reach his ears as the elevators stop. They have arrived at their destination.