"Eily, go to the town council and tell them about the situation here. ”

    Loria patted Elie Meow's head, who trotted in the direction of the town twice, and then turned to the group of men who had suddenly landed, "I'm sorry, I can only ask you to rest here for a while before the council decides." ”

    She said she was sorry, but no matter how she looked at it, she was insincere.

    More than a dozen people were blocked on the shore by her, unable to advance or retreat, they complained for a while, but they never dared to move.

    "In that case, let's wait for the entry permit from the Dalaran Town Council. The leading man shouted to his companions, succeeding in quieting them down, and then turned to Loria and said, "My name is Olivier, Miss Magician, and I beg forgiveness for our recklessness, my companion and I have been sailing on the lake for days, and we are so desperate for land. ”

    " Loria. ”

    Loria nodded and took a few steps back, leaving more room for the group.

    The atmosphere has eased.

    Relying on Elymeow's short legs alone, it would have taken a long time to find the True Council, and when a dozen outsiders had sorted out the meagre supplies on the ship and secured the ship, the man who called himself Olivier told Loria their story.

    "Count Fenris died in an accident more than a month ago, he has no heirs, and we reported the situation on the island to the royal capital, hoping that they would send a new administrator or allow us to form a self-governing council, but no news has been heard from for a long time...... You probably know that, too. Miss Sorcerer, Prince...... Arthas assassinated His Majesty the King, when he took advantage of the chaos to escape from the royal capital. Our country is on the verge of collapse...... Oh, one heir killed the king, the other is missing, and the nobles and lords who are involved in the inheritance have jumped out, they are so busy fighting for the throne that they don't bother to pay attention to us. ”

     took the water bag from Loria, and Olivier drank it in one gulp. And he threw the water bag to his companion, as he had said. Lordaeron is on the verge of collapse, and every castle, every Dominion, and every army in the realm will be in a state of chaos until a single nobleman with the right to inherit defeats all enemies.

    Olivier sighed, "The lords of the royal capital don't even have time to take care of Arthas, who hunted down the king and killed his father. How can we care if we live or die...... Some northerners fled to us, saying that the cults that had been in the north had revived, and they brought even more terrible news that Uther, the Lightbringer, had been killed by the fleeing Arthas and his minions while escorting the ashes of His Majesty the King...... What has become of this world?"

    Arthas killed Uther, the Lightbringer, and robbed the King's ashes, and at the speed of the news, he is now likely to be leading the Scourge army to attack Quel'Thalas, hoping to resurrect Kel'thugad through the Guò Sunwell.

    The countdown to Lordaeron's demise has begun.

    After sighing for a messy country. Olivier finally got to the point, "A bunch of rancid gnolls have suddenly appeared on the island, and no one knows where they came from. They attacked the humans everywhere, and the defenders of Fenris Castle were able to defend against them at first, but the monsters were endless...... They took the castle and began to attack the island's villages and towns...... We fled by boat, most of us went to the Silver Pine Forest, but a few of us thought the kingdom was finished. And they came in the direction of Dalaran. ”

    " is a pity. ”

    Loria said sorry words, but in her heart she was thinking that the plague of natural disasters was about to penetrate every corner. When Arthas resurrects King Meow's right-hand man, the powerful Lich Kel'thugad, the Scourge army will grow exponentially, and soon, Lordaeron, devastated by the loss of his king, will be destroyed...... "I'm sorry that I'm sympathetic to your plight, but it's up to the town council to decide whether you're going or going. ”

    Oliver nodded and stopped talking.

    Soon, a dozen people with clubs arrived from the direction of the town.

    ……

    On top of the ancient magic tower, the bell that had not been ringing for many years was awakened again, and the whole town gathered under the magic tower...... Perhaps that's why he was elected president of the town.

    Following the laws of the Republic of Dalaran, the town council is the supreme authority on the island of mysteries, but Loria has lived here for a while, but she has never felt their existence in life, and until today, she knows who the councilors are - many of them she knows, such as the miserly owner of the vanilla part-time job bookstore, and the old lady of the tailor shop.

    The Speaker leaned on crutches and trembled for a long time without making his words clear.

    Out of respect for the elders, the townsfolk finally listened patiently to his slurred speech without laughing or boosing...... Olivier stepped up to the stage and repeated the story he had told Loria, loudly begging the townsfolk to allow them to take refuge on the island.

    Their plight is indeed worthy of sympathy, but there are still many problems.

    The ordinary councillors, who would not normally see anything special, took turns to speak, some of them calling for serious consideration of the matter from the point of view of compassion and the members of the coalition, and some pointed out many questions, such as whether there would be more refugees pouring into the island, whether there would be different opinions in the capital, and whether these people would be a danger to the town.

    According to different points of view, the councillors who agreed and disagreed were arguing on the stage, and the townspeople listened to each other's sarcasm, sometimes bursting into laughter.

    At dusk, they finally finished arguing, and in the process, all the points worth considering or alarmist had been passed to the ears of the townspeople, and the clerk stepped up to the stage, "Citizens of the Republic, in accordance with the laws of the Magical Republic of Dalaran, now please vote." ”

    The clerk jumped off the stage, opened the books of registered citizens, and asked questions one by one.

    Agree or disagree, the simple options combined with the sparse population made the voting process surprisingly quick, and soon, the last person also expressed her opinion.

    "Loria and Alice, do you want to abstain?"

    When Loria had seen enough of the excitement and was about to leave with Alice in the lead, the clerk stopped them from behind.

    "Can we vote too?"

    Loria was surprised that she had never exercised her civil rights under the law when she was so old...... She had always thought that so-called power had always been confined to slogans, slogans, and dusty constitutions.

    More importantly, is she a citizen of Dalaran?

    "Of course you have the right to vote. The clerk in her thirties gave Loria a strange look, "You lived here when I was a child." (To be continued)

     ps: Due to the recent busyness and the fact that this book has been determined to plunge into the sewers, it will be maintained at ten or less trips per week in the near future.

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