Timothyen's dark alliance is in the midst of a chaotic civil war.

As is the case with many wars, the people of that region are in a difficult situation.

Flames of war have destroyed the land, powerful magic has destroyed cities, and the sky has been shrouded in shadows by the thick clouds of vampires that have facilitated their movements.

As a consequence of not getting sunlight, in addition to the vegetation starting to die, the temperature gradually decreases...... This change was even more pronounced after the sudden cold snap that hit three days ago.

Livestock were frozen to death by the bitter cold, and crops that were already ready to be harvested were killed by a blizzard, turning them into a scroll of dead leaves full of despair.

The houses of the poor peasants, who had to live in thatched huts, were directly crushed by the snow and lost their homes.

The hungry and cold were either involved in the rebels' desperate struggle against the culprits of this qiē, or they were displaced, surviving on snow-covered weeds and bark that had not yet completely withered.

If a missionary of any religion came to preach at this time, the effect would definitely be amazing.

The problem was that the missionary had to bring enough food first, otherwise the hungry refugees wouldn't even listen to you. Then you have to have a certain amount of strength to prevent the food that is used for the relief of refugees and to feed yourself from being robbed.

However, it is good to say that even if a great magician enters Timothyen in a grand manner, as long as he does not infringe on the interests of the current rulers in a certain area, the other party will not turn against this kind of combat power that is already standing at the peak of the Eastern Plains.

If it's just a mid-tier or high-tier magician. Doing such a thing would likely anger the local rulers.

It is probably because of this consideration that a series of religions, such as the Pure White Church, have not taken advantage of this moment to come to preach on a large scale.

Due to the fact that the entire palace was destroyed, the magic mark that Xiwei once left there also disappeared, so naturally there was no way to use the magic of the gap to teleport directly to the past, and the blizzard weather was not suitable for flying, so in summary, he and Sharan could only honestly trek to the ruins of the vampire's palace.

As a result, they encountered a staggering number of refugees along the way......

Looking at the refugees in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and in a trance. Sharan frowned, "Sivi." What should I do? Can we do something for them? ”

After all, her sister used to be the supreme leader of Timosion, and she was naturally relieved to see that Timosion's people had become like this.

If Sivi was still a great mage, he would at most allocate a certain amount of food from the Adric Academy to feed them first. Then let the refugees go to the rebels.

After all, there is no type of grain purchase in the chamber of commerce under the Adric Academy. Although the college also stocked up on a certain amount of food in case of emergency. But it was hoarded according to the number of Adric's students, and it was only a drop in the bucket in the mouth of these refugees, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

But that's different now. He has become a legendary Grand Mage.

"Of course, try to convince them to come along with us."

Sivi replied with a smile.

When the vampire girl heard this, she immediately ran to the refugee pile, and after getting their attention, began to speak out loud.

Anyway, this girl also worked as a teaching assistant for a while in Edric (for some reason she refused to be a professor), so her eloquence training was also good, and soon there seemed to be a little hope in the eyes of the refugees whose faces were already numb, and they looked towards Sivi here.

Seeing this, Sivi smiled slightly, stood up and slowly walked in the other direction, Sharan nodded to the refugees, and then followed.

The refugees were stunned and discussed in a whisper.

"Do you think we should believe that girl?"

"Hey, old John, we're all already like this, what else is there to plot?"

"I've heard that some demons can sacrifice humans for power or something......"

"We can't resist, why don't we just sacrifice us here?"

"Maybe what preparation is needed for the sacrifice...... Like a magic array or something......"

"Made, I'm about to starve to death, even if I am sacrificed, it is better than being starved to death, I will go first, you can do it."

A tall man gritted his teeth and walked out of the suspicious crowd and followed the two of them.

After the first example, more and more people followed, and human beings have a herd mentality, and when the number of people who follow reaches a certain number, even if they just swear and say, 'This is definitely a problem!' They followed the crowd.

After a short walk, they came to a wooded area.

No, it should be said that a place that was originally woods.

Now the trees in the woods have become bare...... Not only the leaves, but also the bark were stripped off, and even a few tooth marks could be seen on the smooth trunk.

It's usually a comical sight, but Sivi and Sharan don't laugh at all—they have to be hungry and desperate to try to gnaw on the trunk......

Sivi didn't know what had happened to the refugees who had eaten the grove, but he guess it was too bad luck.

Thinking of this, he sighed, stopped, and looked at the woods.

The refugees obediently stopped behind him, as if waiting for something.

After a while, some of the refugees were already whispering uncontrollably.

It was at this time that Xiwei finally made a move.

He pulled out a wand out of nowhere—an action that startled the refugees, and some of them were already desperate to escape—and then stuck it in the ground of the woods, which was already as hard as steel, and chanted a few incantations that humans could not understand.

In the next moment, as if going back in time, the trees in the woods regrew their bark and leaves, and bloomed cute little flowers.

The refugees were dumbfounded, but Sivi's magic wasn't over yet.

Soon the little flowers withered, fell to the ground and disappeared, and then the fruit appeared.

The sweet smell of honey fills the air, and bread the size of a fist hangs from the branches, tempting to salivate.

That's right, bread grew on the trees that were supposed to bear fruit.

"These trees will produce about a week's worth of bread." Sivi put away his wand and smiled at the refugees who were still stunned, "Until the civil war and the bitter cold are over, there will be enough for you." (To be continued......)