After leading Unas to the slave quarters, Rams quickly ran back.
The job of guiding was given to a bald old man who only had one leg left. He had broken his leg in a conflict and now could only cook for everyone.
The mine environment is extremely dangerous. In addition to attacks from other slaves, sudden collapses, lava flows, and poisonous gases pose a great threat, resulting in seven or eight injured people.
Unas examined each patient one by one, and the treatment methods were basically the same: apply a buff, then Holy Light and Cleanse several times. Most of the injured patients showed immediate improvement, but whether they could fully recover still depended on themselves, Unas's healing abilities were very limited.
After finishing the last one, it was time to eat. The slaves who had been mining returned from the mine, and Unas's healing work was met with a chorus of gratitude. He was invited to stay and eat with them.
The food consisted of dry flatbread and thin wheat porridge, with the only condiment being a type of stem plant that grew underground, emitting a fragrant aroma but tasting slightly bitter.
Led by Hart, the young men who were meeting for the first time all came to greet him. It was clear that the Coldsteel and Angerforge groups were closer, while the other two groups were independent, which may be related to the relationship between their leaders.
Unas chatted with a group of young people, asking them about the situation in the mine. The group chattered about gossip, and he gleaned a lot of information from them.
There are more than 260 human slaves here, with the Blackbeards being the largest group, making the Riedel brothers the most powerful.
Luther was a former officer in Stormwind City, so he was known for his strict discipline. Bas was rumored to be a ruthless and cold-blooded assassin. Nobody knew what Whitebeard Frank did; he claimed to be a businessman, and people speculated that he was an illegal smuggler.
There are over a hundred Smolderthorn Trolls living next to humans. They are outnumbered, but the Trolls are large and strong, so it's hard to say who would win in a fight. Therefore, both sides are very restrained, with constant minor skirmishes but no major battle.
As for "Half-Face," as his nickname suggests, he is a Dark Iron Dwarves with only half a face. He became Blackbeard's agent not because of his race, but because he was good at gathering people from all sides. He had people of all races under his command and used the conflicts between these races to mediate, making his position as solid as a rock.
Unas's first major goal is to eliminate Half-Face and take over as Blackbeard's agent. Only then will he be qualified to "talk" with Cold Steel Furnace Fire Rock's agent about the escape plan. But before that, he must first become the leader of humanity; otherwise, it's all just empty talk.
To establish your authority, it's simple: lead everyone to victory. The Smolderthorn Trolls is a great target.
As the group was chatting animatedly, the foreman from before, Guluo, approached with a burly man. "Hey, Paladin, your spell was pretty good, the light and shadow effects were beautiful, but the duration was too short, it's useless. It's a rather stingy gift for our meeting."
"And your healing skills? I went to check on those injured guys, and they're still half-dead. Your healing skills are useless. Tell me, are you a charlatan?"
Guluo was a member of the Angerforge, and Hart and several other young men from the Angerforge quickly stood up to stand between the two. Hart said, "Guluo, the Unas brothers said before that he wasn't good at healing, and the Holy Light spell has already shown that he is indeed Paladin. You don't need to doubt him anymore."
"It's alright," Unas stood up as well, it seemed he had no choice but to beat someone up, "Let him tell me how he'll believe my identity."
"Beat me, or my brother," Guluo shamelessly proposed a two-on-one fight. "I've heard that Paladins are all handpicked elites, and this kid doesn't look like a true warrior at all!"
"Very good, it seems we'll soon have two more injured people here. Don't worry, I won't treat you."
"Arrogant brat, I can crush you with one slap!" Guluo and the burly man behind him tried to approach Unas, but were blocked by Hart and the others.
Unas stood motionless, his arms crossed over his chest. "Then why are you using four arms, you coward?"
The two exchanged barbs for a long time, but neither could get close to the other. Finally, exhausted from shouting, Guluo shook off Hart's hand, turned and left, throwing down a harsh threat. "Don't let me catch you, or I'll trample you to the ground and expose you as a fake Paladin!"
"I'm available anytime," Unas said calmly.
He had no grudge against this old guy, so why was he staring at him like that? It was hard to say whether someone was behind it. Normally, after he demonstrated some Holy Light techniques, no one would suspect him anymore. But after this commotion, the people around him started to look at him with suspicion again, and some might even think that he was a fake.
Thinking about it that way, are Hart and the others who are desperately holding onto Guluo also part of their group? That's a really dark thought. Unas quickly stopped himself. Young people shouldn't have that kind of deep cunning. Acting like that would be Oscar- worthy.
"Don't take it too seriously. Guluo is just that kind of person, straightforward and honest, he doesn't really have bad intentions," Hart continued to defend him.
I'm afraid it might be used by someone with ulterior motives. Is it Frank, or Riedel, or perhaps both?
"It's okay, time will prove me right."
By this time, the meal and rest period had passed, and the crowd began to leave the residential area one after another. Unas and his group also mingled among them and arrived at the mining hall.
After saying goodbye to Hart and the others, Unas walked through a short passage and arrived at a small mine area, only half the size of the one in front of him. It was filled with Blackbeard's men, and their numbers should be just over a hundred.
Although Blackbeard's men had witnessed the conflict with Guluo, the foreman here dared not provoke them. He was far more well-informed and knew about Riedel's henchmen being beaten. Furthermore, Unas was stationed at the White Cave (usually a place for entertaining guests), so even if it was an imposter Paladin, he couldn't afford to offend him. He quickly ran over and said, "Paladin, Riedel said your instructions are his orders. Please tell me what you need, and I will do my best to fulfill it."
"Is the Smolderthorn Trolls territory just across that hole?" Unas pointed to a hole on the other side. "Why is it blocked off?"
"Trolls sometimes sneak over and kidnap our people for food, so Chief Riedel had us temporarily seal the entrance with stones. But some starving Trolls still manage to break through and come to harass us, which is very troublesome."
As the two approached the cave entrance, they could see faint glimmers of light peeking through the gaps in the piled-up rocks.
Why not seal it off completely?
"The convoys of ore-collecting convoys from all the bosses pass through here every week, so there's no way around it."
"Then open it."
"Ah?"
"From now on, I'll guard this passage. No matter how many Trolls come, I'll make sure they all die!"