Arantir. Floating City.

"Go this way, go this way!" shouted Yan waving a small flag.

The number of these refugees from Zenda is simply too large. Even with a floating city as a backing, it would be very troublesome for Stephen to accept them in one go. Arrantiel's food was only enough for them for a little more than a month, and now there were still several months before the autumn harvest, and as for the other daily necessities, it was completely insufficient, although the Countess of Illya sent people to prepare a lot, and even levied some from ordinary civilians, but it was still not enough to meet the large number of refugees, and most of them were now temporarily housed in simple tents.

The maximum number of people that can accommodate Yalandir is about 200,000, and the rest of the refugees must be arranged in the surrounding areas.

"Are they from the Quarter Moon? They don't look like us......"

Many of the inhabitants of the Northlands are now looking at these Moonmoon refugees with curiosity and pity, because they were also refugees not long ago, so their attitude is quite friendly now. The level of racial integration in the Northlands is okay, at least humans and Argonians can coexist peacefully, and there is no obvious racial xenophobia.

"Yellow skin, black hair, dark brown eyes......"

"These Moonmen don't look like us......"

"Look!"

"The man's ears...... They seem to be legendary elves......"

The survivors of the Quarter Moon are predominantly humans, with nearly 70% of them of the Oriental race, and the aborigines of Motella call them 'Ancestors of the East'. At the height of the ancient wizarding civilization, for some reason, most of the humans with the characteristics of the Oriental race migrated to the Quarter Moon.

The appearance of the elves caused many aborigines to exclaim, and many of them saw the legendary elven species for the first time in their lives.

The Tree Elves on the Moonmoon are close to extinction, and the ones that have survived are the Prairie Elves, who are thin and tall, not as graceful as the legend says, but rather a bit rude because they have been with humans for too long. This elf species is seriously mixed, originally born from the combination of exiled elves and humans, most of the steppe elves are half-elves, and many steppe elves have obvious yellow-skinned and black-haired characteristics after mixing. However, the appearance of the elves still aroused the amazement of many people, and the innate advantages of this race are still very obvious, and it is basically impossible to find one that looks particularly ugly.

"Look!"

"Are those people so short! Are they dwarfs?"

There were a few short halflings in the crowd, and the aborigines were still unable to tell the difference between a dwarf and a halfling, and most of them had never even heard of the existence of a halfling.

"Wow!"

"Look, the people over there are so tall and strong......

"Are they descendants of giants?"

Some of the Viku women and children appeared at the back of the group, they were generally more than two meters tall, and their physiques were strong, and even women had a toned muscle, which made many Normans ashamed, knowing that they had always been proud of their strong physique. Today, when compared to these Vikus, many Norman men find themselves inferior to women.

"Giants, giants!"

"Look over there, five real giants are coming!"

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Not far away, five burly giants appeared in front of them, they were male and female, but their faces were immature, they all looked like half-grown children, the largest was close to six or seven meters, and the shortest was four or five meters tall. These are the last of the Cloud Giants on the Quarter Moon, and probably the last of the pure-blood giants in the world, and in order to avoid this genocide, Stephen sent them to Arantir in advance. The other giants on the Moonmoon have been completely wiped out, and the last tribe of hill giants was slaughtered by the ancient evil in the Dark Years, and the only one left is this Cloud Giant.

The other races from the Quarter Moon caused exclamations from the aborigines, and many of them chose to help because of their former sympathy.

Arrantiel's current inhabitants are mainly refugees from the Northlands, displaced by war and monster attacks, and they were the first refugees to be taken in by Stephen and later settled here under the arrangement of Countess Elija. Arrantiel is currently inhabited by Normans, Highlanders, Southlanders, Argonians, Dwarves, Forest Guardians, and more, and the refugees from the Moonmoon are equally surprised that there are light-skinned humans in this world.

"Whew! I'm tired!"

Yan ran to the square with the small flag, and before she could get close, she shouted loudly: "Sister Tinax! There are too many people! The tent area is almost out of place!"

Tinax frowned slightly when she heard this, and said softly, "I know." I'll go to Countess Elia now. ”

In the middle of the square of the floating city.

Thanks to the power of the Rainbow Bridge, a steady stream of refugees from the Quarter Moon are still being sent, but the number of refugees has exceeded the limit of Arantir's bearing. It is not easy to accommodate millions of refugees even in a single country, not to mention that Yalandir is a city that has just been rebuilt. With a large number of refugees being relocated here, food, clothing, shelter and transportation are major problems, and many of them have been injured. At this time, the sky seems to be not beautiful, the dark clouds are gathering, and there may be a storm in the afternoon.

"Lady Elijah!"

"I'll leave it to you for the time being!"

The prophet Ankara frowned and looked at the weather, the sky over Yarantir was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a torrential rain was about to fall, and a sudden rainstorm at this time was not a good thing.

Thereupon.

The leader of the Blind Witch Guild picked up her staff, and a teleportation reached the location of the astrological platform, and then she placed a staff on the ground, and with the chanting of incantations, the figure of a lower wind djinn gradually emerged in a swirling tornado.

"Who's calling me?" said the lower wind djinn, looking at the witch in front of him.

The prophet-Ankara's expression was calm at the moment, she stared at the lower wind djinn in front of her, and said in a deep voice: "Dispel the dark clouds in the sky." I want it to be rainless for a few days. ”

The lower Wind Djinn was silent for a moment, and then said, "As you wish. ”

His figure turned into a gust of wind and soared into the sky.

Then I saw that the black clouds were blown away in all directions by the strong wind, but after a while, the sun fell on the earth again, and the scene of the storm had completely disappeared. Wizards have spells at their disposal that can drive elemental djinn to their service, but there is also a reward and a price to pay.

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