"Then I will patiently await Lord Unas's good news." It seemed that Perella had reservations about Unas's promise.
Whether this issue was pre-arranged by them or brought up by Perella on her own initiative, let's try to improve relations with the other races through this matter.
"I also have a request for everyone," Unas said after giving them his assurances, and then stated his own need, "I plan to organize an elite squad to protect me as I go to the Swamp at the end of the Canyon to dig up Black Soil, which can greatly shorten the growth cycle of mushrooms. I hope Captain Perella can support me with a few of my most elite rangers."
"No problem. I'm probably the most familiar with the terrain in the Canyon. I can personally escort you there."
Unas was pleased with Perella's straightforwardness. "That's for the best."
"How could Lord Unas forget us Dwarves?" Redbrow interjected. "I must recommend my strongest Warriors to you, sir. They will protect you as they would protect me."
Unas nodded, about to thank the helpful Dwarf, when Nightmoon suddenly jumped out, "I want to go too! I'm just as familiar with the Canyon as Perella, and I also know which type of Black Soil is most effective."
What she said made sense, but her sudden enthusiasm made Unas suspicious. Just then, the Troll Priest spoke up, "I'm most skilled at dealing with spiders and their venom. Please, Lord Unas, take me with you."
This was highly unusual. It was one thing for the Dwarves to be willing to help, since Redbrow Stonebrow had always been on good terms with him. But the fact that Nightmoon, who was usually aloof, and the Troll Priest, with whom he had no connection, were suddenly being so proactive made Unas somewhat suspicious.
Was this in return for Laozi's pardon? Unas wasn't sure, but with their help, the plan to obtain the soil should go more smoothly, so he agreed to everything.
Seeing everyone rushing to curry favor with Unas, the Gnomes leader Shatuosi grew anxious. "Lord Unas, please give us your orders. We Gnomes will Charge for you!"
Unas was both amused and exasperated. There were only seventeen or eighteen Gnomes in the stronghold, and he hadn't heard of any with strong combat abilities. They should just focus on their science and technology. "Your greatest contribution will be if you can quickly develop a high-efficiency heater."
"Yes, Warden!" The Gnomes patted his chest, regretting his words of loyalty as soon as they left his mouth. It was so good not to actually go to the battlefield.
"Well then, that's settled. What we discussed tonight must be kept absolutely secret; not a single word can be leaked," Unas glanced at the human traitor huddled on the ground. "I'll handle this guy; I'll keep a close eye on his mouth."
"This..." Master Oakleaf looked hesitant. "Evan came to this gathering voluntarily, and I'd like to ask for his own opinion."
"I am willing to continue serving the Argent Dawn, Lord Unas, please rest assured, I will never leak any information." Evan clutched his stomach as he got up, keeping his head down, not daring to look at the new Warden who had just beaten him.
An informer will always be an informer; you can't stop a cat from stealing fish. Unas doesn't trust this kid at all; he can betray Holiya, and he can betray anyone else.
Oakleaf would certainly not agree to silence him, so the only option is to keep him firmly under control. When it comes to controlling people's minds, the Dreadlord within Unas is naturally unmatched, but Natasha is another, safer choice.
Regardless, he needed to keep him calm. Unas took a few steps closer to him. "Your name is Evan, right? My personal guard is short-handed. Report to Raphael Pike when you return to the camp."
The informant was overjoyed, not only being accepted but also becoming a member of the bodyguard again. He bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you so much for taking me in, sir!"
"Don't be too happy yet," Unas took two more steps closer, staring intently into his eyes, "Never betray your race again."
As the gathering ended, everyone left one by one using the ropes. Unas deliberately stayed until the second to last, wanting to see who had the best wall-climbing skills—the last person would be responsible for cleaning up the ropes, leaving him no way to slide down.
Surprisingly, the one who stayed behind with him in the end was Nightmoon. "How do you plan to get down?"
"It's none of your business."
"Of course I'll take care of it. If you want to join the team escorting me, I need to know your capabilities."
The Night Elf remained silent for a moment, then spoke just as Unas was about to give up, "Telling you won't hurt. Before I trained under Master Oakleaf, I was a Watcher. The cliff below is just a small obstacle for me."
Watcher are a unit of the Night Elves, few in number, and can be considered an elite special forces unit, specializing in hunting down and guarding heinous criminals. The most famous Watcher in the game is Maiev Shadowsong, whose story of hunting Illidan could fill an epic.
Unas was surprised to learn that Nightmoon was a Watcher. Unas has it that they are Warriors with extremely strong combat abilities, tracking skills, and unwavering resilience. He wanted to delve deeper into the secrets. "I see. Why would the renowned Watchers choose to become Druids?"
"I didn't intend to be Druid; I just happened to learn some nature magic."
"So you and Master Oakleaf aren't the master and disciple you claim to be? And why are you following him?" Unas's gossip-loving spirit ignited again. The two Night Elves didn't seem like lovers at all, and there was no point in having a secret relationship since no one objected to them being together.
"No comment," Nightmoon replied directly. "But if you can gain our trust further, we will naturally tell you the reason then."
There was indeed some shady dealing going on here. Seeing that he couldn't dig up anything more, Unas turned to flattery, "I'll slowly prove my credibility to you later. With a Watcher by our side, our journey to the Swamp will surely be smooth."
Watcher may not be the best bodyguard, but he is certainly the sharpest scout. In the depths of a strange and complex Canyon, knowing the danger beforehand is more important than anything else.
Nightmoon had no interest in such polite platitudes and nodded, indicating that Unas should get lost.
How arrogant! Unas shook his head and quickly slid back to the ground along the rope. He didn't leave immediately; he wanted to observe how Nightmoon climbed down.
The ropes have all been pulled up, but after waiting for a long time, there's still no sign of Nightmoon. Could she have escaped down the other side of the cliff?
Unas waited for a while longer, unwilling to give up, before realizing he had truly been tricked. Apart from kicking the mountain wall a couple of times and cursing the bitch under his breath, he couldn't do anything to the female Elf and had no choice but to hurriedly return to his Tent to sleep like a defeated dog.