"Elie Meow, go to the town council and tell them what's going on here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Loria patted Elie Meow's head, who trotted in the direction of the town, 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 by her on the shore like this, unable to advance or retreat, and 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 your pardon for our recklessness, I have been sailing on the lake for days, and we are so eager for land. ”

"Loria."

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

The atmosphere eased.

It would have taken a long time to get the True Council on the back of Elymeow's short legs, 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 have reported the situation on the island to the royal capital, hoping that they will send a new administrator or allow us to form a self-governing council, but there has been no news for a long time...... As you know, Miss Magician, Prince...... Arthas assassinated His Majesty, and when he fled the capital, our country was 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. ”

Taking the water bag from Loria, Olivier drank it in one gulp and tossed it to his companion, as he said, Lordaeron was on the verge of collapse, and until a nobleman with the right to inherit had defeated all enemies, every castle, every Dominion, and every army in the realm would be in a state of disarray.

Olivier sighed, "The lords of the royal capital don't even have time to care about Arthas, who hunted down the king and killed his father, so how can they care about our life or death...... Some of the northerners fled to us to say that the cults that had been in the north had revived, and they brought with them even more terrible news that Uther, the Lightbringer, had been killed by the fleeing Arthas and his minions while escorting His Majesty's ashes...... What has become of this world? ”

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

The countdown to Lordaeron's demise has begun.

After lamenting the mess of the country, Olivier finally got to the point, "A group of rancid gnolls suddenly appeared on the island, no one knows where they came from, they attacked the humans everywhere, the defenders of Fenris Castle were able to defend against them at first, but these monsters were like 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, so we came in the direction of Dalaran. ”

"It's a shame."

Loria said sorry words, but in her heart she was thinking that the plague of the Scourge was about to penetrate every corner, and when Arthas resurrected King Meow's most powerful assistant, the powerful lich Kel'thugad, the Scourge army would grow exponentially, and soon, Lordaeron, who had been in turmoil due to the loss of his king, would 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. ”

Olivier nodded and stopped talking.

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

……

On top of the old magic tower, the bell that had not been ringing for many years was awakened again, and the whole town gathered under the magic tower, and the chairman of the town climbed up the makeshift platform with difficulty, he looked about sixty years old, and he couldn't even speak...... Perhaps that's why he was elected president of the town.

According to the laws of the Republic of Dalaran, the town council is the supreme authority on the Mystery Island, but Loria has lived here for some time, but she has never felt their presence in her life, and it is only today that she knows who the councilors are—many of whom 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 his cane and trembled for a long time without making his words clear.

Out of respect for the elder, the townsfolk did not laugh or boo, and patiently listened to his slurred speech...... 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 many problems.

Some of the ordinary councillors, who do not usually see anything special, took turns to speak, and some of them called for serious consideration of the matter from the point of view of compassion and the members of the coalition; Some pointed out a lot of questions, such as whether there will be more refugees pouring into Mystery Island, whether there will be different opinions in the capital, and whether these people will cause harm to the town.

According to different opinions, the councillors who agreed and disagreed quarreled on the stage, and the townspeople listened to each other's sarcasm, sometimes bursting into laughter.

At dusk, they had finally finished arguing, and in the process, all the points worth considering or alarmist had reached 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, he 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 voiced her opinion.

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

When Loria saw enough of the excitement and was about to leave with Alice in her hands, 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 existed only in slogans, slogans, and a dusty constitution that had been shelved.

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.) )