Chapter 010: Coercion

Entering the house, Du Fan saw sitting there none other than Li Mo Luo, a trusted subordinate of Komhan.
It turned out that this Li Mo Luo’s name was Li Mo Luo.
“It’s you!” Du Fan said in a tone of surprise upon seeing him.
“That’s right, it’s me. You must be Du Fan. Please, have a seat,” Li Mo Luo said, looking tired.
Du Fan, Moses, and Naixiu all sat down. Du Fan glanced at Li Mo Luo.
“We don’t want to fight anymore. Please convey this to Lord Bashah,” Li Mo Luo said.
“What are your plans for your entire tribe from now on?” Du Fan asked.
“If Lord Bashah can take us in, that would be ideal,” Li Mo Luo replied.
“I also want to ask—why were you so determined to side with Karu back then?” Du Fan asked with a smile.
Obviously, as the son of the Dwarf King and backed by the Black Panther Knights, Bashah had formidable strength. Since the Bilu tribe had chosen to ally with the Dodge tribe to confront Bashah, they must have had their own backing.
Du Fan certainly didn’t believe that just a promised mine could bind an entire tribe to the Dodge tribe’s cause. There must have been other secrets behind the alliance between the Dodge and Bilu tribes.
“Of course, I know they promised to give you a mine after success. But I don’t think such an empty promise could gain the full support of your Bilu tribe,” Du Fan said, staring at Li Mo Luo. “Who from the Dodge tribe came to negotiate with your leader, Komhan, back then?”
“Karu himself came to talk with Komhan. They met alone in his room. After the conversation, Komhan looked very happy. As for what was discussed, I have no idea,” Li Mo Luo replied.
“Has Karu appeared since then?” Du Fan pressed further.
“That’s right. Karu only appeared once. After that, it was his subordinates who contacted us,” Li Mo Luo said.
After thinking for a moment, Du Fan suddenly asked, “Leader Li, are you sure you can reconcile with Bashah? So many people from your Bilu tribe died in this war. Can you guarantee that your tribe will never take action against Lord Bashah again? Can you guarantee that the Dwarf King won’t punish you for siding with Bashah this time?”

“Well, these are matters for later. As long as we can keep our Bilu tribe out of this time’s affairs, we’ll be very happy,” said Rimoldo.
“I have a suggestion. Would Chief Rimo like to hear it?” Du Fan said with a smile.
Looking at Du Fan’s seemingly sincere expression in confusion, Rimoldo quickly said, “If you have any suggestions, please go ahead and share them.”
“In human society, I am a duke of the Gavin Empire. I possess a vast fiefdom in the south, rich in iron mines. If the chief is interested, when I leave the Dusk Mountains, you can come with me. At least there, I can ensure you have enough food and clothing,” Du Fan said with a smile.
“I’ve heard of the south of the Gavin Empire. It indeed has abundant iron mines. But it’s said to be sparsely populated. How can you guarantee we’ll have enough food and clothing?” Rimoldo asked.
“That’s right. My fiefdom is called Siluo Province. There, there have just been wars, and bandits are rampant. But once I take control, things will improve. We have plenty of iron mines there, but my subordinates lack the necessary skilled workers. I’ve studied your dwarves—most of you turn iron ore into weapons and sell them to humans in exchange for food and clothing. Once you arrive in my fiefdom, I’ll assign those mines to you. Of course, I have my conditions: all weapons produced by your Bilu tribe must be supplied to us. But I won’t treat you unfairly. I’ll buy your weapons at the current price of your people’s products,” Du Fan said with a smile. “Chief Rimo, what do you think of these terms?”
“I need to discuss these matters with my people. You see, we’ve lived in this land for countless years. If we suddenly have to leave, we need to talk it over,” the chief said seriously.
“Actually, you can send some people to my fiefdom first,” Du Fan suggested. “That way, no matter how things develop, you’ll be prepared.”
“If we decide to move, will Basha agree?” the chief asked after a pause.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already discussed this with the Dwarf King. He agreed long ago—that as long as there are dwarves willing to follow me, he’ll allow them to leave,” Du Fan replied.

“You’ve met His Majesty the Dwarf King!” Hearing that Du Fan had such an encounter with His Majesty the Dwarf King, Leader Li’s first thought was that the king must already be aware of the rebellion in the Bilu tribe.
“Don’t worry. I met His Majesty the Dwarf King before the rebellion,” Du Fan said, seemingly understanding Leader Li’s concerns, explaining that he had met the dwarf king before the internal strife among the dwarves.
However, Du Fan’s mention of the dwarf king indeed made Li Moruo ponder deeply.
His Majesty the Dwarf King hadn’t appeared in decades. Often, among the dwarves, he was regarded as a supreme deity, and it seemed unlikely that he would still interfere in worldly affairs. Hearing that Du Fan had met the dwarf king, Li Moruo was shocked.
Given the dwarf king’s temperament, could he possibly tolerate the rebellion of his own Bilu tribe? If not, how would he punish them? Li Moruo kept asking himself these questions. Soon, he felt that following Du Fan to human society might actually be a very good choice.
“If we’re going there, when can we set off?” Li Moruo asked in a deep voice.
“As soon as you’re ready, anytime,” Du Fan replied with a smile.
“Should I go with you?” Li Moruo asked again.
“Of course. If you’re willing to follow me now, that would be great. But judging from the current situation, it seems unlikely you can leave right away. How about this? I’ll give you a map. If you follow the routes on it, it will take about a month to reach our place,” Du Fan said, pulling out a map.
This map was obtained by Du Fan from Leibao. As the commander of the Black Panther Knights, Leibao had several detailed maps of the Dusk Mountains. The map showed in great detail the various factions in the Dusk Mountains, as well as the transportation routes. It even included an overview of the entire continent. Clearly, there was a route leading from the Dusk Mountains to the Siluo Province.

After some thought, Du Fan took out his Frostfall Sword and handed it to Rimoldo. “Follow this route to this place,” Du Fan said, pointing to the location of Doha City. “Once you get there, give them this sword and tell them it’s my order—to arrange for your people to enter the mines and provide them with food and clothing.”

Taking out a pen and paper, Du Fan quickly wrote a letter and handed it to Rimoldo. Those in Doha naturally recognized Du Fan’s handwriting.

“Duke Du Fan, I’ll try to persuade my people to go, but I can’t guarantee how many will be willing,” Rimoldo said.

“Haha, what are you saying, Leader Rimoldo? Anyway, send some of your people to me. That way, no matter how the internal strife among your dwarves develops, your tribe will still have room to maneuver,” Du Fan said with a smile.

After resting for a while in the Bilu tribe, Du Fan set off immediately, waiting on the road to Glass for the army from Basha to arrive.

After waiting a whole day with no sign of Basha’s army, it wasn’t because anything went wrong on their journey—it was simply because Du Fan, Naixiu, and Moses were moving at incredible speeds. At their full-speed flight, they left Basha’s army far behind.

Basha’s army never arrived, while the remnants of the Bilu tribe kept returning to their tribe. Along the way, these exhausted, hungry, and many times injured soldiers kept returning.

At this moment, Du Fan showed great kindness. His Light Combat Qi naturally possessed healing abilities. It seemed as if his Light Combat Qi was as abundant as free air, with various healing techniques constantly being applied to the wounded members of the Bilu tribe.

This time, Du Fan didn’t hold back at all during the healing process. His Light Combat Qi surged continuously, and he gave his all in healing!

Soon, Du Fan noticed a strange phenomenon: as his Light Combat Qi was consumed, the giant Divine Origin within him spun faster and faster! Eventually, the Divine Origin formed a vortex-like structure, continuously rotating and drawing surrounding light elements toward Du Fan’s body.

By halfway through the treatment, the light combat energy around Du Fan had become incredibly dense, to an almost unbelievable extent. His entire body was filled with an indescribable, sacred aura! Many dwarves who had been treated by Du Fan, seeing his extremely sacred and pure appearance, felt the urge to kneel! In fact, this was because Du Fan had released a large amount of light combat energy, forcing the massive divine origin to accelerate its own operation. As a result, a faint trace of the aura of the Supreme God, hidden deep within the divine origin, began to emerge. Such a slight trace of the Supreme God’s aura might not mean much in front of ordinary gods, but to these dwarf warriors, it was completely different. Combined with the gratitude for being saved by Du Fan earlier and the appreciation for his treatment now, along with this faint trace of the Supreme God’s aura, Du Fan appeared in their eyes exactly like a savior descended from heaven.