Wrongly Considered A God?

Not long after, in the Siladen Empire.

The King gripped the note in his hand tightly.

His entire face flushed red.

He slammed the handle of the throne, and in an instant, the officials below the throne knelt down.

"What are you all doing?!"

The King angrily threw the report in his hand in front of everyone.

"All of you guards, tell me how Shura died!"

"Your Majesty, we don't know…"

The few guards present lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

If they dared to say what happened that day, the King would definitely skin them alive.

The King frowned.

"When the Master dies, none of you personal servants will have a good time!"

"Men, drag them out and dismember them!"

Without another word, the surrounding guards immediately surrounded the few guards.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The guards gripped the floor in horror.

"We really don't know. Please spare us."

The King closed his eyes, not wanting to listen to the few people in front of him anymore.

Caesar and Shura, both of whom were his good sons, had died at the hands of the damned Dwarfs.

Even if he killed a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand Dwarfs, he would not be able to ease this pain!

"Send another new order. Kill all the Dwarfs in the empire."

"Hang the corpses on the city wall!"

"Yes Sir!"

The subordinates below dispersed one after another. A thin figure walked towards him against the crowd.

"Your Majesty."

The thin figure with the crown slowly bowed to the King.

"Child, you're here."

The King looked down at his third son.

"That's right. I was dealing with government affairs outside the palace when I suddenly heard the news of Brother's death. I rushed over…"

Micah's eyes reddened as she solemnly half-knelt on the ground.

"Father, please listen to me. Let me take over my brother's job in the Kingdom of Dwarfs!"

"No way!"

The King rejected him decisively.

"You're the only heir left in our country! Our empire can't afford any more accidents!"

He was already over fifty years old, and he only had three sons.

If another one died, the future of the kingdom would be left without a successor!

"Father, please agree!"

"I can't just watch my brothers die for no reason! I want to find out who killed him and bring him back to the kingdom for trial!"

Micah's gaze was like a torch, and the determination in his eyes could not be shaken.

"Sigh…"

The old King sighed and nodded at the same time.

"Go ahead. Bring your personal guards. Remember, your life is more important."

"Thank you for your agreeing, Father."

Micah bowed again in front of the old King, turned around, and left the palace.

The moment he turned his back, a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Finally.

After those two bastards died.

He finally had a chance to take over.

He had thought that he was still far from the throne.

He had never thought that the most capable Shura would be killed.

He was definitely the heir to the throne now!

Let's see who can compete with him now!

Micah happily pushed open the door of the palace and walked towards the military camp set up by the royal family.

When he took down the Kingdom of Dwarfs and found out who killed his brother, it would be equivalent to making a great contribution!

At that time, what reason would the ministers have to not support him?

…

Under the command of Moon Bell, the clean-up plan of the Humans in Grape Town was carried out in an orderly manner.

In just a week, all the Human guards in the city had been wiped out.

The surviving Dwarfs were also relocated to various production jobs.

Still…

"Lord Oracle, our work here is ready. We can begin the coronation ceremony for you immediately."

A Dwarf in exquisite clothes held a tray with a scepter and knelt respectfully in front of Moon Bell.

"Thank you."

Moon Bell suppressed a smile and reached out to take the Dwarf's solemn scepter.

Perhaps it was the special effect of the Dwarf Crown. When she saved them, they seemed to have misunderstood her.

It was as if she was an Oracle sent by the Dwarf gods to save them.

Moreover, they were fighting to support her as the new king.

Although it was exactly what she wanted, it seemed that these Dwarfs were influenced by the crown and treated her as if a special kind of Dwarf.

Moon Bell's lips twitched helplessly.

Consider it a small side effect of the crown.

"Long live the Oracle!"

"Long live the Oracle!"

Cheers came from outside the window.

Moon Bell stuck her head out the window.

A group of surviving Dwarfs was gathered under the window.

They stood excitedly under the window with flowers in their hands.

"Lord Oracle, we're here today to thank you for saving us!"

"That's right. If not for your help, we would have been killed by those damned Humans!"

A week ago, the Human army had completely taken over the city.

The surviving Dwarfs were forced to live a life of hiding.

But just two days ago, when the Dwarfs were at their most desperate.

Suddenly, a moon-white Dwarf who could use magic appeared!

Not only did she easily kill all these damn Humans, but she also promised to protect them in the future!

From that day on, many Dwarfs living in the city recognized this Oracle as the new ruler.

However, there was another incredible Human who followed the Oracle out of the sacred carriage.

The Human's eyes turned white.

At first glance, he looked like an ordinary blind Human.

But how could the person who got off the sacred carriage be ordinary?

As soon as he opened his mouth, he fluently spat out a series of forbidden incantations!

The Dwarfs who saw him at that time were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

They thought that the gods were going to give them divine punishment and completely destroy them.

However, after a long time, there was no divine punishment.

The tall Dwarf was so peaceful. When he looked at the crowd, his gaze was gentle.

In addition, the Oracle was respectful to him.

It reminded many Dwarfs of the ancient gods of Magic engraved in the murals.

Although he did not know why the Oracle would serve the gods of Magic.

But there was no doubt that the Oracle had saved them!

…

"It's them again."

Fang Ping heard an unfamiliar voice. Leaning on his blind cane, he walked to Moon Bell's side.

He remembered that he had noticed these people when he first came to this place.

These people spoke in another unfamiliar language. It sounded strange, but they seemed to be able to communicate.

The people in this world seemed to be like this. Basically, every place had its own specific language.

Moon Bell and the others should be the only ones communicating in English.

Recalling what happened yesterday, Fang Ping let out a long sigh.

Originally, he had planned to test these strangers and see if they were willing to learn English.

After all, it was a good thing to have one more lesson point.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said that, the many black shadows gathered in front of him waved at him.

Since they were unwilling to learn, Fang Ping could only give up.

After all, since they could communicate smoothly, there was no need for him to waste time teaching English.