Loria voted yes, while Alice abstained.

    Miss Pink Fur doesn't know if her vote has played a key role...... The refugees who had fled from Fenris Island settled on the island, they did not carry much with them, not even enough food to last for a few days, and the council settled them in the south of the town, near the fishing village, where some of them helped the fishermen work in exchange for subsistence supplies, and the ordinary people living in Lordammere Lake were more or less able to use their fishing skills with both hands.

    The few remaining men found some physical work in the town, and it was not difficult for these men in the prime of life to find work, while their leader, Olivier, who had been the head of the militia in the village, was recruited into a garrison of only three people, perhaps to isolate him from his men so that they could be monitored.

    When the orcs invaded, their main force bypassed Dalaran, and the town on the Isle of Mystery had enjoyed peace for thousands of years since the Troll War, and they were still complacent about their compassion and stable life, and they did not feel much uneasy about the arrival of these refugees.

    Not everyone is without a sense of crisis, at least Miss Loria, who knows the direction of history, is starting to sleep hard at night.

    At night, the light emanating from the bookcase woke her up.

    She jumped out of bed, walked over to the bookcase, and found the source of the anomaly—the printed tome she had forgotten.

     Pulling the holy book out of the bookcase, she walked barefoot to the window and browsed through the dim moonlight.

    The glowing pages of the book are sandwiched between the teachings of the Holy Light and the spells of the Holy Line. Here was originally an illustration of a page of the Fountain of Light, but now the illustration is gone, replaced by a text:

    Second Trial...... Priests who master light and darkness have walked among people since ancient times. They lead by example, spreading the gospel of the Holy Light to the general public, helping people to overcome difficulties and drive out evil...... A bishop is first and foremost a priest, and a priest must follow ancient traditions.

    "Redeem a thousand souls, punish a thousand evil ......"

    Loria held her forehead and threw the holy text onto the dresser. Combs and hairpins were knocked to the ground.

     The road to the position of archbishop will certainly not be easy, and it will be difficult to take out a thousand bad guys. But if you insist on killing one person every day, you can do it in three years...... And salvation, the meaning of the word is obviously not just Cheng dù who helped the grandmother cross the street.

    Where did she go to find so many people in need of salvation?

    "Why is this book suddenly convulsive?"

     snorted twice, and Miss Loria put the matter behind her. Climbed back into bed and fell asleep with Elie Meow in her arms.

    ……

    Although the town council can make its own decisions on such a small matter as accommodating a dozen refugees, the procedure of escalating to the capital council is also essential.

    However, before the report of several hundred words could be completed, an official letter from the capital arrived on the island.

     The powerful allies of the north are falling apart, and the great magicians sitting in the tower of Dalaran are naturally not ignorant, and after several days of lengthy meetings, the Violet Council has finally made the decision to intervene - there are only three routes to Dalaran from the north, and the Gilneth Kingdom is in front of the direction of the Silver Pine Forest. The mountains of Alterac are frustrating with wandering orcs and ogres, but it's hard for potential enemies to climb the periphery.

    The council believes that a threat from the north must come from Lake Lordamire. This is also the direction where the defense of the republic is weakest...... They ordered the seven islands of the Lake District to begin the renovation of the Ancient Magic Towers immediately from this day, and issued a decree of martial law - from this date no outsider shall enter the borders and waters of Dalaran without the permission of the councils at all levels, and the supreme power of the local councils must be transferred immediately and unconditionally to the magistrates appointed by the capital.

    "Isn't it because of the republican system that we are proud of?" The town's councillors gathered in the port south of the island, and the aged speaker of parliament stopped trembling at the moment, and he loudly rebuked the political officials from the capital. "Do you think you can tamper with the law at will, you don't recognize this command, go back. ”

    "Say whatever you like." As long as independence is not declared, it is fine. The magistrate from the capital, a forty-year-old mage in a splendid robe, yawned and looked very absent-minded, "This broken ship really makes me uncomfortable, please find a clean place for me to rest, it doesn't matter what you like, I personally think such an order is stupid...... In short, a superficial handover procedure is necessary. ”

    I don't know how he was elected as a political officer.

     "Alright, alright, come with me, I won't allow you to interfere in anything other than repair the magic tower. ”

    It seems that the person who came is too easy to talk, and the speaker can't get angry anymore.

    A group of magicians hula-la-la towards the town.

    "Loria, danger is coming, why are they so careless?

    As the mages walked away, Ellie Meow asked Loria in confusion.

    They had come to the port to pick up the goods, and according to the letter left by Marley, the little sailboat he had given to Loria would arrive today.

    " I can't answer that either. Loria looked south, "The body is the soul, which is more important, everyone has a different understanding...... Remember Dalaran from the time of Gariss?"

    If you destroy the soul of the country in order to protect it, then why protect the country?

    But if the body is destroyed for the sake of the soul of the nation, where does the soul go to rest?

    How should people answer this dilemma? Which is more terrible, spiritual or real?

    "Anyway, no matter what you do, Dalaran will suffer. Miss Loria concluded: "We can't do anything, we can't do anything. ”

    "What's the matter? ”

    Ai Meow is very unwilling, so that there are cat partners, fish to eat, a stable and convenient life can be enjoyed, she really likes.

    Emeow has also fallen.

    "Don't think about it so much. Loria patted Elie Meow's head, "We can't change the past, but we can relieve ourselves a little without changing the past...... For example, send a few more undead to heaven or something, they came at a good time, and it just so happened that I needed to kill a thousand Scourge recently. ”

     Killing a thousand natural disasters really won't change the past?

    Anyway, when it really reaches a certain boundary, the bronze dragon will definitely come out to stop her.

    When they were about to get impatient to wait, the shadow of the ship finally appeared in the distance. (To be continued)

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