Unas returned to the main tent with the two Goblins, first rewarding each of them with a large apple given to him by the Druid. After they had devoured it, he asked bluntly, "I'll only ask you once: can you make explosives for me?"
"Yes!" General Manager Kraz, savoring the long-lost sweetness of the fruit in his mouth, answered quickly, "To be honest, I worked at Venture Company for two years, and I can make all kinds of explosives."
"Don't rush to brag. What I need is explosives that can flatten a mountain," Unas, looking at the chief engineer beside him. "Can you do that?"
"This wouldn't be difficult in our homeland, the Kezan Isles, where sulfur and Fire Elemental- rich ores abound. But here, we lack the raw materials." The Goblin was quite honest, and Unas was slightly disappointed.
"Shut up, you idiot, you know nothing about explosives," Kraz quickly tried to salvage the situation when he saw Unas's expression turn sour. "I know a way to make explosives from feces, requiring no other materials, and the power is astonishing. Given enough quantity, it could flatten Alterac Mountain!"
Unas was skeptical of the boastful man's words, but seeing his confident demeanor, he figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. "If you can prove what you're saying is true, then..."
"Of course, my lord, I've used this method to manufacture countless amounts of gunpowder!"
"I only believe in facts," Unas said sternly, displeased that the Goblin had interrupted him. "Within a week, I need you to produce the minimum amount of explosives to prove it to me. If you succeed, I won't be stingy with the reward, but if you fail, I won't forgive you easily."
After dismissing the Goblin, Unas summoned a support staff member and ordered him to fully assist and monitor the Goblins ' actions.
The idea of using explosives was just a spur-of-the-moment thought after seeing the Goblins; having them would be ideal, but not having them wasn't a problem, and he immediately put the matter out of his mind.
As evening approached, Unas finished listening to today's work report. The selection of mushroom farming trainees went smoothly. This almost risk-free job was highly sought after by the elderly, weak, women, and children. The first batch of thirty people had already been recruited.
Recruiting lumberjacks is proving difficult, as logging is quite dangerous. Although the logistics officer repeatedly emphasized that troops would be sent to protect them, brave men are always few and far between. Unas is considering converting a group of unqualified soldiers into engineers and sending them out.
This idea sparked debate among the officers, and since it could lead to mutiny or desertion, there was more opposition than opposition, so it had to be temporarily shelved.
As for the elite squads, Unas asked the officers to recommend the strongest individual combatants in the army. A list has already been submitted, and he is just waiting to make his own selection.
After finishing his official business, the sky was full of stars. Unas returned to his residence. The Tent that originally belonged only to him and Raphael was now surrounded by his personal guards in the center. Now, there was another familiar gray-white Tent in the middle— Whitemane seemed determined not to give up until he learned the Resurrection.
Unas didn't bother her and went straight back to his Tent. Raphael had already prepared dinner for him, as a squire Knight had the duty to take care of his superior's food, clothing, and lodging.
After tasting a couple of bites of the side dish and wheat porridge, and finding it surprisingly delicious, Unas praised the boy a few times before letting him rest freely.
After finishing his dinner in a few bites, Unas immediately entered a Meditation state. The Energy Pool vortex in his heart continued to rotate slowly, automatically driving the Holy Power within his body to flow throughout his entire being. This was a slow process of transformation and strengthening, which would gradually improve a person's physique and affinity with Holy Light.
Unas probed the depths of the vortex with his consciousness. In the hollow area at the center of the Energy Pool, another evil consciousness was sleeping. He did not disturb it and carefully withdrew.
Since the Consecration Ceremony, the Dreadlord's activities seem to have completely ceased, and Unas no longer feels the unease he has been feeling. He hopes this state can continue.
If nothing unexpected happens, someone should turn themselves in tonight, so Unas doesn't plan to sleep. He keeps himself alert and Meditation to ensure he can wake up at any time.
He waited until midnight when suddenly he sensed something and abruptly opened his eyes. He heard the approaching footsteps of soldiers outside the Tent. Unas got up and went out. The soldier saw him and quickly saluted, saying, "Reporting, sir, a Night Elf says he has urgent business with you."
Upon hearing the description of the other person's appearance, Unas immediately knew that it was Wendy Nightmoon, and it seemed that Master Oakleaf was determined to mediate the matter.
Rushing to the gate of the military camp, Unas met the tall female Elf. In front of the guards, Nightmoon said that she had come to invite him to the Night Elves ' banquet, which made the soldiers look at the two of them with ambiguous eyes.
Unas gave a wry smile. The excuse was too lame, but he couldn't care less about the details. Nightmoon had already turned around and was walking back, looking at him as if to say, "Hurry up and catch up," without any hint of begging.
Let it be for the sake of the truth. Unas reluctantly followed, and he soon discovered that Nightmoon was heading neither towards the Druid's hut nor the Dwarf settlement, but towards a very remote location.
Where are we going?
"A location for a secret meeting." Nightmoon's words were essentially meaningless.
The two followed the winding path along the mountainside until they reached a dead end. The female Elf gave some kind of signal, and soon a thick rope, about the thickness of an arm, dangled down from the cliff face.
"Please." Nightmoon grasped the bottom of the rope and handed it over.
Unas looked up in the starlight. The cliff was about seven or eight stories high. The slope was smooth with very few places to grab onto. It would be impossible for an ordinary person to climb it without a rope. He wondered who was the first to get up there; he must have run out of ropes.
Fortunately, Unas took off his armor after dinner. With his current physical condition, climbing this height was easy without the burden of heavy armor.
He took the rope and used both his hands and legs to wriggle along it like an earthworm. Someone above was pulling the rope up, and in the blink of an eye, Unas reached the top of the mountain.
A short, thick, powerful hand Unas out and grabbed it. With both hands exerting force simultaneously, he seized the opportunity to leap up to the top of the mountain. Looking back, he saw that the red-bearded Dwarf who had pulled him up was the person he suspected of wanting to surrender— Dugal Redbrow.
Redbrow nodded kindly to him, then lowered the rope to pull Nightmoon up. Unas looked around the mountaintop, which was only five or six meters in diameter, but there were more people than expected. In addition to Master Oakleaf, the Blood Elf Ranger Leader Perella Swiftarrow and that eccentric Troll Priest Sabula Haikesi were also present.
Two other strangers caught Unas's attention: a Gnomes and a human stood together dejectedly, both with expressions that suggested the end of the world was coming.
Oakleaf and the other two came over to greet Unas responded politely, but his doubts deepened. These alien races seemed to have already united and looked difficult to deal with. He decided to listen to what they had to say first.
With a shout, Nightmoon leaped onto the mountaintop. Master Oakleaf cleared his throat and nodded to Unas, "Now that everyone in the know is present, let me explain the whole story to Lord Unas."