God List: China's patron saint was exposed by her daughter

When the guards of the dwarven imperial city saw Xia Haoxuan, their expressions were condescending.

Because in the imperial city of the dwarves, the orcs and the human races are just slaves.

Before the alliance with the dwarves, the status of the elves was even worse. The elves were naturally beautiful, and they had always been the playthings of the high-ranking dwarves.

It was only after the alliance that the status of the elves in the dwarves was greatly improved, and they did not dare to blatantly force the elves to do anything.

So when the guard saw that Xia Haoxuan was a human race, even if his cultivation level was not as good as the opponent's, he still felt that he could kill Xia Haoxuan.

He was shocked when the guard took Xia Haoxuan's token.

This is the identity token of His Royal Highness, seeing the token is like His Royal Highness coming in person.

Except for the closest people of His Royal Highness, it is absolutely impossible for His Royal Highness to send tokens.

The guard handed the token back to Xia Haoxuan. According to the etiquette, he should have knelt down, but the other party was a human race, and he felt embarrassed.

Finally, he cupped his hands and bowed: "Sir, do you have something to order? If you have nothing to order, you can go directly to the city."

Xia Haoxuan took back the token, and was quite satisfied with the guard's attitude.

But he didn't want to contact Modymus immediately. He said before that the tavern in the imperial city is the most crowded place, where as long as there are resources, you can find out any news.

So he planned to take a trip to the tavern in the imperial city first.

Led by the guards, he came to the tavern, and it was as lively as he imagined.

All the dwarves of all religions gathered here, and some powerful orcs and elves also sat there drinking and eating meat.

Xia Haoxuan looked around, and accidentally saw a human man sitting on the seat, but the air pressure on his body was very low, and he didn't have the desire to talk to others, so he looked a bit out of place in the tavern.

Seeing the human race among the dwarves, Xia Haoxuan would inevitably feel a little cordial, but seeing that he was in a bad mood, he didn't bother himself. Instead, he found a place to sit down and greeted the waiter to serve some dwarves. Specialty wine and dishes.

Xia Haoxuan drank a glass by himself. Unlike the fine wine of the elves, the wine of the dwarves was quite strong. He drank it in one gulp, and the strong smell made him turn red unexpectedly.

He took a bite of the dish and suppressed his throat.

What the people around were talking about, apart from the gains from fighting in the dangerous places around them, was discussing the results of fighting with the orc army.

Xia Haoxuan didn't have much interest in these things, what were a group of men talking about when they gathered together?
Except for fighting, it is women, and what he wants to know is information about the dwarf mineral crystals.

Modimus gave him a mineral crystal card, which is similar to a human bank card. To go to the dwarves for consumption, you only need to show the mineral crystal card. From this point of view, the dwarves are more scientific than the elves.

But the embarrassing thing is that Modimusi is used to using the mineral crystal card, but he never wears the mineral crystal on his body.

This made Xia Haoxuan, who wanted to know what the mineral crystals were made of, unable to do anything, so he could only go to the dwarves himself, and take the mineral crystal card to Jingzhuang to extract the mineral crystals.

Xia Haoxuan had seven points of faith in Modi Muss and three points of suspicion.

After all, people have ulterior motives, and even if Modymus has basically told him about all the information, it is always necessary to verify it in person.

"I heard that the king is going to decide the position of the heir in the next two days."

A deliberately lowered voice sounded, Xia Haoxuan was refreshed, and finally heard the news he wanted to hear.

"This time the eldest prince Modimus has made great achievements in forming an alliance with the elves. His chances of inheriting the throne are very high."

"That's not necessarily the case. The third prince is the son of the king's most beloved concubine. Over the years, he has accumulated the support of many powerful people. If the eldest prince wants to snatch the throne, he may not be able to snatch it with a mere credit."

Although the two deliberately lowered their voices, the topic they were talking about successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"The two princes have been fighting openly and secretly recently. There have been several armed fights in the imperial city. The king has not sent anyone to suppress it. This is to see who will win in the end."

"Cough cough..."

While everyone was guessing, a series of coughing sounded, Xia Haoxuan turned his head to look, but it was the man from the human race whose face was flushed from coughing, and traces of blood overflowed from the crevices of his fingers.

"He is the victim of the struggle between the two princes."

A dwarf sneered, and he looked at the human man mockingly, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Yesterday the First Prince fought with the Third Prince. The First Prince sent him to fight against the Third Prince's orcs. He was beaten to the point of vomiting blood. If the First Prince hadn't stopped him, he would have been killed on the spot."

"Hey, he is also known as the strongest human race in the Gods and Demons Continent, hiss...what is his name Xuanyuan?" The dwarf tilted his head and looked at him: "Hey...what's your name?"

The man ignored him, but stood up silently, ready to leave.

But everyone was excited, how could he let him go?

So, the two dwarves stood in front of the man: "Why are you running? Humans are so cowardly? Don't even dare to report their names?"

The man's face turned red, and he coughed violently again, obviously he was irritated by the dwarf's words.

After recovering, the man looked coldly at the dwarf in front of him, and angrily shouted with some lack of confidence: "Go away..."

"Yo? It's quite stubborn, what if we don't go away?" One of the dwarves took out a huge iron rod: "Yesterday you were a late-stage god, and today you coughed up blood even when you said a word. Do you still dare to resist me with your strength?"

"He's getting impatient, he wants to take a step first."

The dwarves next to him spoke, and loud laughter rang out in the tavern. The strong preyed on the weak, which was vividly reflected here.

The human man's face turned pale, and his eyes were even more angry.

Before he was injured, the dwarves in this tavern didn't dare to act presumptuously with the god's late stage cultivation, so he was a frequent visitor to this tavern.

Now that he was seriously injured, and his strength was not even one in ten, these dwarves started to make trouble, which is really hateful.

But hate turns to hate, and he has nothing to do, this is the imperial city of the dwarves, what can he find on other people's territory?
Finally, he gritted his molars and asked, "How can you let me go?"

"Let you go?"

The dwarf looked at his short legs and suddenly became interested. He pointed to his crotch: "Come on, crawl over here, and I will let you go."

"Son of a bitch…"

The man was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood for several meters.

The dwarf turned around and avoided, his face was already covered with coldness: "What? I let you live, and you still want to scold me? I really don't know what to do. If this is the case, you might as well go see your dead ancestors now."

The dwarf swung the iron rod in his hand and threw it at the man's head. If he hit the man, the seriously injured man's blood would be spattered on the spot.

The iron rod whistled, and the dwarf looked excited, but the iron rod stopped above the man's head.

A hand appeared on top of the man's head, grasping the iron bar, and everyone looked at it carefully, with a little more interest on their faces.

Another race of humans,
Or a human race wearing a mask...