Full of surprise, the managers who ran over to greet the little dwarf Modo, they guessed the beginning of the matter, but they did not guess the end.

When the blazing dragon breath spewed down at them, and most of the colleagues in front of them were directly burned into black charcoal, they were just ordinary small and medium-sized nobles and small bureaucrats before, where they had experienced such a terrible thing, and they were so frightened that they wet their pants for the first time.

Subconsciously, they crawled backwards, squeezing the beach under the little dwarf into a huge clearing within a radius of a few miles, and then stopped.

It's not that they don't want to go back and escape from this unreasonable little dwarf, the farther away the better, but the untouchables who are insignificant in their eyes stand in front of them, leaving them with no way to escape.

And these damned pariahs, not only did they not have any sympathy in their eyes at this time, but they were full of unspeakable pleasure.

Only then did they remember that it was they who had kept the little food, that they had occupied the best resting place, and that they had even placed all the few anti-aircraft forces around them, but it was not very common for them to give priority to the use of good things.

According to the rules of the game, the little dwarf Modo should not hand over the supplies to them, and after they handle them once, it makes sense to float a little bit and then distribute them to those untouchables.

Isn't it great that the untouchables can continue to live, that they can have a satisfying oil and water, and that the little gnome Modo is grateful to everyone? But why did it come to this......

"Allies, I came this time with enough food, enough weapons, and even enough coal for heating, but this does not mean that the supplies saved by the God of War Alliance from between their teeth are not used for those who need them most, but rather fattened some moths. The little dwarf Modo spoke.

In the sky, the Winged Demons who had wantonly slaughtered them before, but now they were caught up by the dragons without the ability to resist, and then easily killed, seeing that thousands of Winged Demon Brigades, even if they were scattering and fleeing, were now about to be killed.

This means that they are at least temporarily safe.

On the beach on the ground, those old men who are usually high on the ground and don't care about their life or death after they have eaten their fill, are now slumping to the ground like mud, showing all kinds of ugliness.

For a time, the military and civilians of the Allied countries had an indescribable sense of pleasure in their hearts......

"Your Majesty, you can't do this, although he deserves to die for these people, but you can't do it, after all, this is an internal matter of the Entente. A little old man dressed as a knight raised his head and said to the little dwarf Modo.

The little dwarf Lord Modo clearly saw that this little old man was also in the crowd of more than a hundred managers, but the position was the lowest few;

"Oh, you mean, you're not on the same page with them. The little dwarf Modo asked with interest, and it was obvious that his focus was very different.

When the old knight heard this, he puffed up his chest proudly, and replied very confidently: "Of course, although I, Don Quixote, am only a small knight, I swear by the glory of being a knight, and I have never been with them. ”

After hearing this, the little dwarf Modo laughed, and asked the crowd, "Please tell me, this knight named Don Quixote, is he telling the truth?"

A voice from the crowd soon rang out: "Your Majesty Modo, what the Knight Don Quixote said is right, he has always been a respectable and upright knight. ”

This sentence was quickly echoed by quite a lot, and it seemed that the old man's reputation was good, and the little dwarf Modo was also very satisfied with this result, at least he had a preliminary suitable candidate for his material distribution plan.

Thinking of this, he once again asked the little female dragon Qi Lisi to lower the altitude, and finally stopped at a low altitude of about ten meters, and then he stretched out his delicate left hand in front of everyone, showing a scene that made the soldiers and civilians of these Allied countries feel like a miracle:

A bulging linen bag appeared out of thin air in the hands of the little dwarf Modo, and then smashed heavily on the soft sand; at first, everyone didn't know what was inside these linen bags that each contained more than 100 catties of things?

It wasn't until hundreds of bags were smashed down in a row that one of the linen bags that was not tied up properly, and finally because of the impact, the contents of the bags were thrown out, spilling over the surrounding space of more than ten meters.

"Oh my God! That's oats, plump oats, and I don't think I've eaten anything like this in a century. A middle-aged peasant woman shouted out in disbelief, her eyes were full of fiery anticipation, if it weren't for the suppression of the little female dragon Qi Lisi, a part of Long Wei, she would really have pounced directly.

To tell the truth, these oats have not even shed their shells, but even so, the sound of countless swallowing saliva is not more than half a point less than the sound of the sea in the strait not far away, and there is no objection to the small fact that the oats have not been shelled.

One bag, two bags...... One hundred bags, at first the crowd was infinitely happy to count the large linen bags that kept falling between the little dwarf's fingers, but after a short time, they gave up on this meaningless thing, because the little dwarf Lord Modo, with a large bag full of oats in his hand, seemed to be endless.

With the level of local tyrants, it has been famous in the entire Fila Continent, the little dwarf Lord Modo, since it is rare to make a generous shot, where can it be so simple, and soon these local buns of the Entente countries will instantly have the illusion of coming from the abyss and hell to the heavenly kingdom of God all of a sudden.

The bag full of full oats has been piled up into a small peak nearly 100 meters high, in order to build this miraculous small peak, Master Modo in the process, but also increased the altitude of the flight several times in a row.

Looking at this miraculous oat peak, I don't know who took the lead and knelt down, and after a while, all the soldiers and civilians on the ground knelt on the ground.

Their bowing is an indescribable thank you to the little dwarf Lord Modo, and they also bow down to the hope that they can continue to survive.

In the kneeling crowd, there were even many low-level clergy of the major temples, who had forgotten the gods they believed in at this moment, and at this time they were extremely sincere in their gratitude to the little dwarf Modo, and this gratitude was so strong that it was almost faithful.