After the dwarf issue was resolved, the battle finally came to an end, and Morgen also breathed a sigh of relief.

In his heart, the importance of the dwarves is absolutely not less than the main purpose of this time, the mithril vein.

The dwarves are also a strategic force for the City of Dawn and will be of great use in the future.

However, now is not the time to think about these things. The more important thing after the victory of the war is… to clean up the spoils of war.

The ultimate purpose of Morgen’s initiation of this war was for the legendary mithril vein, and the dwarves were just an incidental surprise.

Now it’s time to harvest.

But before that, there’s one more thing to deal with.

The beta plus-level Orc King, the lion-man warrior whose combat power was so strong that it shocked him, has awakened.

He also wanted to meet this Orc King.

After all, as the dark big boss, a standard dark life, it seems that this action is what a villain should do… in front of the loser… pretending… to discuss the philosophy of life.

“Stanley, take me to see the king of the orcs.”

Harrison was not by his side, and Morgen now liked to order Stanley, this dark priest, around. His mind was smart, he had spirituality, and more importantly, his vision was extremely broad.

This fits his taste in using people, and he has even been planning whether to transfer Stanley back to the City of Dawn for development.

The Covenant of Darkness is important, but the City of Dawn is his root.

“As you wish…”

Stanley nodded with utmost respect, the bloodline’s loyalty to the blood ancestors flowed in their veins and was integrated into their souls.

Before long, under Stanley’s guidance, the two bypassed the ruins on the dwarf streets and came to a house personally guarded by Grot.

Compared to the free dwarves, the two orcs, Kapu and Kreg, did not receive such good treatment.

Not only were they bound tightly with anti-magic chains, but their limbs were all broken.

More than a dozen blood clans were under martial law outside, and Grot, a powerful elementary beta plus-level warrior with fearless blood, was personally guarding them every step of the way.

Looking at the history of the City of Dawn, these two orcs were enjoying this level of treatment for the first time, and Morgen even felt that they should feel honored.

Kreg was okay, this orc who was instantly killed was almost just an addition, what they really needed to guard against was still the beta plus-level Orc King—Kapu, the Lion.

This powerful Orc King not only deeply shocked Morgen but also made all the top combat powers highly vigilant against him.

This Orc King was too powerful, no one dared to ignore him… even if the opponent was seriously injured.

Hearing footsteps, Kapu, who was lying on the ground and bound by black chains like a rice dumpling, unable to move, slightly opened his eyes.

In his somewhat hazy vision, a pair of black boots appeared, and the fresh air outside with a hint of blood entered his nostrils with the newcomer.

He blinked hard, and after his eyes cleared up a bit, he turned his head slightly, and the huge lion’s head skull looked like a real beast.

His gaze moved upward, the black mage’s robe embroidered with dark flowers carried a bit of luxurious aura, until finally, he saw the face next to that handsome face that was infuriating.

“Are you the king of the vampires?”

Kapu’s voice was very weak, but there was no fear or trembling at all, even in a difficult situation, he still had the pride of an Orc King.

"I am the king of the Lion Tribe, Kapu, the Lion.

Vampire, we lost this war under your scheme…"

The Glory Common Language with a bit of a stiff accent had no unwillingness, no anger, and the tone was indifferent as if catching up with an old friend.

"This failure is because the Shaman Lord was not there, allowing your casters to successfully cast magic.

Although I lost, this does not mean the failure of the Lion Tribe.

The Lion Tribe will not be destroyed because of this, the Shaman Lord will lead the Lion Tribe to continue to survive in the barren wasteland."

Morgen’s mouth twitched slightly, inexplicably, why are you telling me this? I have no interest in your Lion Tribe at all.

“This time the blood clan waged war against you has nothing to do with the Lion Tribe, it’s just because you occupied the dwarves’ mithril vein, and the blood clan just needed the mithril vein, that’s all.”

The vampire’s target is… the mithril vein? And not the Lion Tribe?

This statement made Kapu, who was originally calm, look a bit ugly.

His tone carried a bit of disbelief.

“Your target is the dwarf’s mithril vein? There’s actually a mithril vein here?”

“Of course, do you think the blood clan would be so idle as to come and wage war with the orcs?”

Morgen found this statement very strange on his face. You have made the dwarves your slaves to forge weapons for you, and you don’t even know there’s a mithril vein here?

Frowning tightly, “Don’t tell me you occupied the Dwarf Valley not for the mithril vein?”

At this moment, Kapu felt his mentality collapse, “No, we did it for food…”

After saying this, Kapu felt somewhat ashamed for some reason under Morgen’s astonished gaze and added, “…and the dwarves’ armor and weapons.”

Morgen’s mouth twitched fiercely. Only then did he remember that although this orc king was powerful enough to shock him, in the end, he was still poor.

Compared to him, who earns a hundred thousand gold pucks a month, it’s simply too shabby.

The main reason such a powerful tribe waged a war was for food, to bring down a dwarf tribe with strong military power mainly to get a meal.

Indeed, life is the master of drama.

Kapu looked deeply at Morgen, then closed his eyes and said no more.

But his mouth was incredibly bitter.

He didn’t expect that because of his one decision, it would lead to the decline of the Lion Tribe.

And he didn’t even know about the mithril vein here, this mistake filled him with regret at this moment.

If he had discovered the mithril vein, he would not have called back the Lion Tribe’s casters.

Mithril vein, that’s a mithril vein!

This mistake was too fatal.

But what he just said was also correct, as long as the Shaman Lord is there, the Lion Tribe will not perish.

But after so many tribesmen died, even if the powerful Lion Tribe will not be destroyed, it will become a small tribe.

Maybe there will be a day of rising again, maybe never again.

In the end, he was unable to lead the Lion Tribe to continue to survive.

"King of the vampires, if you want to kill me, can you let that northern warrior do it?

A great lion-man warrior should die at the hands of a warrior."

Kapu’s tone carried a bit of an indescribable weakness.

Although the body of an beta plus-level warrior is strong enough, yesterday he not only suffered crazy attacks from two powerful warriors, but in the end, he was directly hit by dragon’s breath.

The key point is that he also used berserk, the side effect of orc berserk is almost equivalent to a mage being forcibly drained of magic and mental power, adding up together, he is now in an unprecedented period of weakness.

Now even a farmer with farming tools could kill him.

He was ready to welcome death.

“No, you will not die, perhaps, you will become a part of the City of Dawn,” Morgen said with a mysterious smile, and without waiting for Kapu to speak again, he turned and left.

Although he cannot embrace different races for the first time, he has enslaved even the undead skeleton, an orc… even if more powerful, cannot compare to a necromancer who plays with souls.

Kapu slightly opened his eyes, full of confusion.

The City of Dawn? Is it this vampire’s castle?

This king of vampires, what makes him think that the noble lion-man warriors will surrender to him?

Hmph, foolish vampire, orcs will not surrender.

The great Lion will not submit to anyone!

Never!

Walking out of the room where Kapu was kept, Morgen felt refreshed.

The fruits of victory are always wonderful, especially showing off in front of once powerful enemies, tsk tsk tsk, that feeling is very comfortable.

No wonder so many big villains like to babble after gaining an absolute advantage, it’s really wonderful to show off the joy of victory in front of the enemy.

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Half a day later, next to a collapsed house.

Morgen stood next to a circular stone pillar that was half-damaged but had not yet collapsed with the house, looking at Stanley beside him and asked directly.

“Stanley, has the mithril vein been found?”

Stanley, with a ferocious scar on his face, wearing a priest’s robe of the same color as Morgen, tall and burly, without the frailty that a caster should have.

Compared to Morgen, Stanley looked more like a warrior leading a charge.

Stanley nodded, his tone unusually excited.

“Your Highness, the mithril vein is right beneath our feet.”

Right beneath our feet?

Morgen was confused, looking at the bluestone floor beneath his feet, somewhat puzzled.

“Do you mean, the dwarves found the mithril vein beneath their city?”

Stanley nodded affirmatively, “Yes, Amy has already investigated clearly.”

Morgen couldn’t help but grin, "That’s damn impressive, truly worthy of a race with maxed-out mining skills.

To randomly build a city on top of a precious mithril vein that could cause wars between two countries.

This luck, it’s unmatched."

Just then, Amy, the beta-level shadow high priest, arrived beside Morgen with an excited expression.

“Ancestor Highness, did you call for me?”

“Stanley just said you’ve confirmed the news about the mithril vein?” Morgen asked with interest.

"Yes, the news of the mithril vein was only circulated among a few high-ranking dwarves. I inadvertently heard a word or two when I sneaked in before the war started.

After sending our people to investigate, we confirmed the exact location of the vein.

The orcs, although they searched the entire city, did not know about the mithril vein due to the dwarves’ strict secrecy, and they didn’t even look underground.

That’s why they were unaware of the mithril vein."

Hearing Amy’s explanation, Morgen was somewhat enlightened, but then frowned again.

“What about the mithril ore that leaked from the dwarves before?”

"The dwarves had a mithril vein that was nearly exhausted before, and those very low-quality mithril ores came from that vein.

That vein can no longer produce much mithril ore now."

“I see, so does that mean we’re picking peaches this time?” Morgen’s face showed a radiant smile.

“Can you estimate the amount of the mithril vein?”

Amy shook his head with a wry smile, “We don’t have a prospector, we need to go back to the City of Dawn and bring the prospecting team to find out.”

“Didn’t you get any related news from the dwarves?”

"Your Highness, the dwarves haven’t confirmed the amount either.

Because the vein is under the dwarf city, if they start mining directly, the city will be destroyed at once.

So the dwarves have been discussing the mining plan and have not started work, the exact amount is probably unclear to anyone.

But it is certain that the content of this mithril vein is not low, and the quality of the ore is also very high."

Mining the mithril vein will destroy the city?

Morgen looked around with a strange expression on his face.

Looking at the ruins around, somewhat amused.

Now he has already made up his mind for the dwarves, after last night’s brutal battle, the city was almost razed to the ground.

“Amy, dispatch elites to guard the mithril vein, no one is allowed to approach.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Morgen nodded, he seemed to be able to see the blood clan draped in transcendent equipment forged from mithril, hunting dragons.

After instructing Amy, he turned to look at Stanley, his tone a bit solemn, “Stanley, report the losses of the blood clan.”

Stanley nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said.

"Your Highness, the blood clan did not join the battlefield immediately last night, we only participated in the war after the orcs were routed.

But at that time, the orcs’ will to resist had greatly decreased, and the damage they caused to us was very limited.

Throughout the night’s battle, 34 of the blood clan were injured, with no deaths, and a total of 17 magic bats were lost."

Morgen nodded in satisfaction.

Because the Lion Tribe’s casters were absent, his plan was very successful.

Not only did he maximize the effectiveness of Koso and Castro, crushing the enemy with equipment for a complete victory, but he also commanded the blood clan to successfully cast a composite large-scale magic, causing the orcs to rout.

The loss of a dozen magic bats was also later in the melee, compared to the orcs’ casualties, the blood clan’s losses are hardly worth mentioning, this kind of battle damage ratio can withstand any degree of praise.

“Has the harvest been tallied?”

“Of course,” Stanley’s face visibly relaxed, with a hint of joy, as if counting his treasures.

"The harvest is divided into several parts.

The first is the population harvest.

582 orc captives, all of them are alpha~alpha plus level intermediate professionals, including two orc top professionals, elementary beta plus level werewolf Kreg, plus beta plus level orc king, lion-man warrior Kapu.

In addition, there are 642 dwarves about to be relocated to the City of Dawn."

Morgen nodded, orc captives can be thrown into the Giant Valley to mine, can be used to build the city, enslaving these hands stained with countless blood of different races he will not have some psychological burden.

The dwarves need not say more, in his plan, the future weapons and equipment of the City of Dawn will all be forged by these guys, absolutely a strategic force.

"Second, the vein harvest, there are two rich large iron mines in the Dwarf Valley, one exhausted mithril vein, and one unmined mithril vein.

In addition, there are several small copper and silver mines to be developed."

Two more large iron mines?

No wonder the dwarves would establish a city here, such a dense distribution of veins is simply the perfect habitat for these guys who like forging and mining.

“Third, the weapon equipment class harvest, currently counted about 2000 sets of dwarf-forged armor and 3000 various weapons, plus about 30,000 gold pucks worth of other property.”

Compared to the first two spoils of war, these riches enough to make a noble’s heart beat faster, in Morgen’s view, are barely worth mentioning, it doesn’t make much difference.

Stanley’s report, although not very detailed, but clear, Morgen instantly understood his own spoils of war this time.

Among them, the most valuable is undoubtedly the mithril vein, followed by more than 600 dwarves, and then Kreg and Kapu, the orcs with explosive combat power.

The importance of the mithril vein needs no further mention, a rich mine can cause two countries to wage war.

Dwarves are an important labor force, a very timely supplement for the City of Dawn, which is now extremely short of population.

As for Kreg and Kapu, Kreg, although he was killed in one round, is still a elementary beta plus level top combat power.

If it weren’t for bad luck meeting top combat powers like the bone dragon, Betty, he wouldn’t have surrendered so quickly, so the value of this werewolf as a elementary beta plus level top combat power cannot be ignored.

As for Kapu, there’s no need to say more, this powerful orc king is too domineering.

One-on-one, Morgen even dares to confirm that the beta plus level bone dragon definitely can’t keep Kapu, the two beta plus level combat powers can only be considered even.

Bone dragon, this is a giant dragon, even a dead giant dragon is still immeasurably powerful.

This orc king can even out with the bone dragon, which is enough to explain a lot.

In last night’s battle, if it weren’t for the exaggerated side effects of berserk, Kapu wouldn’t dare to act rashly.

Otherwise, if he started berserk from the beginning, regardless of everything with Grot and Betty to exchange life for life, the situation in the end would really be uncertain.

Of course, assumptions are after all assumptions, now the victor is not this powerful orc, but belongs to him, the master of the dawn - Morgen Kachar.

Now what excites Morgen is, if he can, like Mr. Bones, turn this orc into his own subordinate.

This is… exhilarating.

Morgen thinks about that scene and feels his heartbeat quicken.

An beta plus level orc king…

Domineering his brother, old domineering.

This can definitely become his trump card, a stronger trump card than Betty.

The bone dragon is powerful, but its huge size determines that the bone dragon can’t play a role in many scenes, this wing-span of twenty blades is more suitable for large-scale battles.

But Kapu is different, no matter where, the strength of this lion-man warrior can dazzle people.

But now the biggest problem is the same as with Mr. Bones, the power of faith can assimilate a person’s soul, can make him become his most loyal subordinate.

But now he is still a pauper, and the faith is so poor that it jingles.

And given Kapu’s strength, the power of faith needed is probably not much different from that of Mr. Bones.

Mr. Bones requires tens of thousands of points of faith to be assimilated, and now this necromancer is only being threatened by him. In the later stage, he will definitely need to use the power of faith to assimilate him, otherwise, he will not feel at ease.

Compared to that, the faith power needed to assimilate Kapu will definitely not be less.

To turn these two beta plus-level combat powers into his own subordinates, at least 20,000 points of faith power are needed in total.

20,000 points.

Just thinking about this terrifying number makes Morgen gasp.

The Dawn Sect has not accumulated tens of thousands of points of faith power for so long.

This time it will cost at least 20,000 points, which is equivalent to prepaying the faith power for next year.

This is a fiscal deficit, big brother.

This makes him painfully happy.

But two beta plus-level combat powers that belong entirely to him… just thinking about it makes his mind sway.

“Alas, too many good things also cause worry, if I could suddenly get 1 million points of faith power, that would be great…”

After imagining a happy life where his faith power surged to 1 million points and he could spend it freely, Morgen shook his head and gathered his scattered thoughts.

Turning his head to look at the respectful Stanley, he pondered for a moment and then slowly said.

“Stanley, now I need you to do two things.”

Stanley’s face immediately became solemn, “Your Highness, I am ready to follow your command at any time.”

"First, send the dwarf and orc captives back to the City of Dawn.

Let Harrison handle the dwarves’ affairs. For the next few days, you, Betty, Grot, and Amy will all stay in the City of Dawn. Now that the number of blood clan members is too small, we need you to deter the dwarf and orc captives."

Morgen’s expression became slightly serious when he mentioned this. When the Dwarf King fled with hundreds of dwarves, he actually had the chance to catch up.

But in the end, he tacitly allowed the other party to leave.

It’s not that he didn’t want to bring all the dwarves back to the City of Dawn.

But rather, biting off more than one can chew.

As a powerful race, dwarves have a resolute will and strong strength, even the ordinary forces of the City of Dawn can’t compare with them.

Having all the dwarves enter the City of Dawn is not a good thing, because their strong military force has already threatened the rule of the blood clan.

Dwarves are not humans, the human refugees are plundered by the blood clan, and essentially do not have the ability to resist.

But dwarves do, and even under organized leadership, they are very likely to succeed.

Especially the Dwarf King, if the Dwarf King is still there, these dwarves will not easily integrate into the City of Dawn.

They will only follow their king.

Even a rebellion after the dwarves recover their vitality would not be surprising.

This is why Morgen is not interested in pursuing the Dwarf King, his departure is a good thing for him to conquer the remaining dwarves.

Although there are still many dwarves, they are now controllable.

The key is that without the existence of the Dwarf King, the dwarves are already in a state of disarray, and no one has the ability to lead these stubborn guys.

Once the dwarves go to the City of Dawn, he can implement his desired policies to divide these natural blacksmiths and make them fully become residents of the City of Dawn.

Win over a group, suppress a group, unite a group, the essence of political struggle lies in this.

As long as there is no leader to resist, these dwarves will only be lambs to the slaughter in his hands, and integrating into the City of Dawn is just a matter of time.

“Your Highness, there are so many dwarves, I’m afraid…”

Stanley looked somewhat worried, orc captives can be locked up and strictly guarded, but for dwarves, Morgen obviously wants to subdue them.

Treating dwarves the same way as orcs will definitely not work, but if dwarves are allowed to move freely within the City of Dawn, it will definitely pose a huge threat to the City of Dawn.

Dwarves are not an easily bullied weak race.

"Stanley, the issue with the dwarves is not difficult to resolve. You indeed have a broad vision and are smart enough, but there are still some things that need further learning and strengthening.

Once you return to the City of Dawn, you will learn with Harrison for a while, and I believe you will become even better.

The blood clan needs talents like you."

Morgen did not explain much, just stepped forward and patted his shoulder.

Stanley nodded slightly at his words, his black eyes showing no doubt, as if what Morgen said could never be wrong.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Morgen smiled with satisfaction, appreciating this smart subordinate who could adopt the bold strategy of using players against players when they appeared, which was naturally extraordinary.

"Second, restart the production in the Dwarf Valley as soon as possible. I need the mithril vein to be mined at the fastest speed.

And although the Lion Tribe has been defeated by us, we cannot therefore conclude that they will not come back.

We must take defensive measures to prevent them from attacking again.

At the same time, I will leave Koso, Castro, and the bone dragon here to guard."

Morgen spoke slowly, but with undeniable certainty.

“Now, this land belongs to the City of Dawn, and no one can take it from us, no one!”

After saying that, he looked deeply at the ground, where the mithril buried was many times more precious than gold pucks.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Stanley bowed deeply, Morgen’s simple words made him feel the blood in his heart stirring, and at this moment, he would dare to charge even against a dragon.

“After returning, I will have the city hall arrange for people to mine the ore, and you will be in charge of managing this place,” Morgen pondered for a moment and then said somewhat gravely.

"To keep this mithril vein, we may have to fight a few more battles.

The revenge of the Lion Tribe, and the escaped Dwarf King, they may attack the Dwarf Valley again at any time, you must be mentally prepared."

After all, it’s like snatching food from the mouth of a tiger. This time Morgen forcefully snatched this piece of meat from the mouths of the orcs and dwarves.

It would be abnormal if there were no second or third wave of counterattacks.

But now, the City of Dawn has nothing to fear.

He now has enough power to deal with all this.

Especially after the mithril vein is mined, the strength of the City of Dawn will be greatly enhanced.

By then, not to mention a single power, even if the dwarves and orcs join forces, the City of Dawn will have no fear.

Of course, the premise of everything now is that the mithril mine must be mined immediately, and the resources in the Dwarf Valley must become the powerful nourishment for the City of Dawn.

This is the essence of war, plundering resources, and strengthening oneself.

Morgen believes that, given some time, the City of Dawn will step onto a new stage.

The enemies that can trouble him now will no longer be a trouble.