The Scarlet Flame Army worked quickly, and soon a scouting party was formed, entering the Whisker Mine in an orderly fashion.
Galen, seeing that the team was mostly inside, said, "Alright, let's get started!"
The people around Galen could feel the enthusiasm radiating from him. These individuals were all quite strong, close to reaching the peak of mortal power. They couldn't understand why a kobold mine could interest their Prince so much.
Amor, having already compromised, reluctantly held the shield Galen gave him in his left hand and his longsword in his right. He glanced at the mine's interconnected tunnels and chose a fork that hadn't been marked by the soldiers, leading the way into the dark cave, with Galen and the others following closely behind.
After walking for a short while, Karlu entered stealth mode to scout ahead.
The group followed Amor, twisting and turning through the dark, narrow, and elongated cave. After about four or five minutes, they passed through the long tunnel, and a vast space suddenly opened up before them.
It was a huge cavern. Galen and Aragorn held up torches, which had previously illuminated the narrow tunnels, but upon entering the cavern, their field of vision suddenly seemed to be covered by a dark curtain, making them the only source of light in the darkness.
At this moment, Galen seemed to remember something. He took out a longsword from his bag and handed it to Gandalf. Gandalf looked at his actions with a blank expression, somewhat puzzled, but still took the sword and held it in his right hand.
Then, seeing the prince's expectant eyes, Gandalf was even more confused and tentatively swung the longsword.
Galen shook his head and said, "Not like that, you should cast a Light spell!"
Light spell? Just for illumination!
Gandalf stuck the longsword into the ground, gathered some of the magic within him, and conjured a fireball in the palm of his right hand.
"Not like that either, use the staff."
So much fuss, if it weren't because you're the leader, I would have beaten you to death already.
A higher rank can crush anyone, so difficult to please!
Fortunately, Gandalf was highly skilled, and this small problem didn't stump him. He raised his staff again, re-gathered his magic, and lit up the gem on the staff.
Seeing Gandalf like this, Galen nodded with satisfaction, picked up the longsword, and handed it back to Gandalf.
"Sword."
Hearing this, Gandalf frowned. He remembered the words Galen had muttered in his heart when he left the Altar of Kings: 'A battle mage with a staff in his left hand and a longsword in his right, who can kill his way in and out of an orc encirclement seven times.'
He finally understood that the prince's intention wasn't to have him cast a spell to illuminate the surroundings and expand their vision, but purely to satisfy his own perverse sense of humor.
"That's enough, Prince."
As a strong individual, I also have my pride. Besides, I am old and need to save face!
Oh ho! The Archmage is getting angry.
Can't continue playing cosplay.
Looking at Gandalf with his white hair and long white beard, Galen still had great respect for the elderly. He immediately put away his playful thoughts, took the longsword back, held it in his hand, and continued forward.
Seeing Gandalf using his staff for illumination, Aragorn also stirred up the power of holy light within him and gathered it on his warhammer. The warhammer emitted a golden light, instantly illuminating the entire cave.
Amor glanced at Aragorn again. It was the first time he had seen such a strange cleric. The priests in the Arathi Highlands didn't have such strong holy light on them, nor could they use holy light so skillfully.
This cavern was very large, several hundred meters wide. At the edge of the cave, Galen saw a large number of simple bedding, as well as some furniture and dilapidated pots and pans.
This should be a gathering point for a kobold clan.
The social structure of kobolds is tribal, with different small clans forming a large tribe. Ten families can form a small clan, and each clan is scattered, each responsible for mining within a certain area.
At this moment, the kobolds at this clan gathering point had already evacuated.
The group continued forward, encountering sporadic kobolds in the tunnels. Galen didn't kill them. Amor, relying on his overwhelming strength, directly stunned them with his shield and threw them aside.
Galen glanced at the spikes on the shield. Amor just slammed it directly on the kobolds' heads.
Hiss! That must hurt a lot.
So pitiful.
Although Gandalf and Aragorn illuminated the cave brightly, the cave was filled with stone walls and stone pillars, all the same scenery, which disrupted Galen's sense of time.
They didn't encounter any trouble along the way, and Galen's initial enthusiasm gradually turned into boredom.
During the monotonous exploration, he didn't know how long had passed, maybe an hour, maybe half a day, when Karlu, who had gone to scout, returned.
His brown forehead reflected the light of Aragorn's holy light, blinding Galen's eyes.
"Your Highness, I've found traces of the kobold chieftain."
"Where?"
This news made Galen unable to complain about Karlu's bald head, and he blurted out the question to Karl.
The kobolds in the cave were all low-level miners. The slightly stronger kobolds had previously gone out to fight the Red Flame Army. Their strength was too great, it was a true speedrun.
Now that they had found the dungeon boss, shouldn't they hurry up? Kill him, take the loot, he was still waiting to upgrade the soldiers' equipment.
Another point was that he was now allergic to the cave terrain.
I hate caves!
"Not far ahead!"
"Clear the way! gogogo!"
Although Karl didn't understand what the prince was saying, he quickly turned around and led the way.
In the deepest part of the Whisker Mine, the kobold chieftain, Geomancer Nibnob, was directing his few kobold guards to transport boxes of treasures accumulated by the tribe over the years.
The humans outside are too strong, not a match at all! Better to move quickly, this place is no longer needed. The Alterac Mountains are so big, if I can't afford to provoke this group of red humans, can't I hide?
Nibnob was completely frightened. As a spellcaster with spellcasting talent, he clearly sensed the surging arcane energy on Gandalf's body. He was no match at all, he was almost scared to pee!
In addition, there was a group of powerful humans around that mage, especially that glowing man! He couldn't beat him either! The entire Whisker Tribe was on the verge of annihilation.
Candle above! Who did I, Nibnob, offend? I must have forgotten to divine when mining today.
A bad omen. Nibnob was frantic.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hurry up, those humans are about to come in."
"Um, excuse me, where are you going?"
A clumsy goblin language appeared in the kobold chieftain's ear! The accent was even stranger than his own, but Nibnob understood!
He turned his head in terror!
He was scared out of his wits! The whole kobold was about to lose its color.
At the entrance to his living room, the exit of this cavern, stood the few people he feared the most. Behind them, there was a dense row of tall blue water elementals.
"Great King! Spare me!"
The same clumsy goblin language came from the kobold chieftain's mouth. Under his lead, the kobolds behind him also knelt down.
Candle above! Think of the children!
This was probably not the first time Nibnob had prayed and lamented. There was no way, the situation was stronger than people. He couldn't beat any of the five people in front of him, what could he do? He was also very desperate!
Looking at the kobolds prostrating themselves, Galen nodded with satisfaction.
Knowing how to assess the situation, not bad, the pacification plan has succeeded halfway.
Then Galen took out a spirit-woven bag, took out a large box, placed it in front of the kobolds, and opened the box, showing the items in the box to the kobolds.
"Submit, or die!"