Leodro.

Abram didn't even react when he shouted that, it was a call for himself.

But he did have a name, and it was given by some "Lord," and the young man seemed to regard it as a great honor, but the man himself felt nothing, except a little joy, and more of a dazedness.

On the other hand, he had some curiosity about the "lord" of Chaoyang City.

The rest of the people also came out of the house one after another, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Leodro and the rest were still alive.

Leodro had thought that the boy whose arm had been torn off by the devil would not be able to be saved from such a serious injury - and then he saw the boy holding his intact right arm, showing off to everyone who saw it, his pointed ears were red from the exclamations of shock from others, and almost every step under his feet was jumping.

The boy saw Leodro who had followed Abram to the side of the path, and immediately rushed up excitedly: "Chief, chief! You see! My arm is totally healed! ”

Leodro grabbed the boy's shoulder with his backhand to prevent him from flying directly into him, and then he grabbed the boy's shaking right hand and watched carefully.

The skin is more delicate and pale, and it is obvious that it is in a state of anemia, but it is true that it is already able to move freely.

"It's the Lord, they call him Lord Sasriel! It must be a great man! "I just slept for a while, and when I got up, my arm was back!" ”

"Your arm didn't come back, it grew back." Leodro let go of the boy and sighed slightly as he happily ran towards another middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

As the two spoke, the lark translated their conversation softly, and a buzzing sound came straight into his head, causing Abram to stare at the bird on his shoulder in amazement.

It wasn't until Zoya stopped this strange translation process that Abram came to his senses: "Your name is ...... Zoya: yes? ”

"Yes."

"Hello, I'm Abram. I thought you were just, going to explain it to me verbally...... Well, do you know a lot of languages? ”

Zoya was silent for a few seconds: "No, it's just that I have a special way to process this information and make corresponding transformations." ”

This is where Abram enters the blind spot of knowledge, and although he can understand every word of Zoya, he does not know what it means.

Leodro didn't pay attention to Abram's communication with the bird, but simply counted the number of people standing by the path, counting himself as nine men, the same number as the number of survivors before they encountered the demon, much to Leodro's relief.

At least everybody's here...... All fugitives lucky enough.

As Leodro approached, the rest of the people spontaneously gathered around him and talked to him about the experiences of the past few days, and they were not used to their peaceful days, and even panicked frequently.

Until now, these people have seen the most trusted "leader" in their hearts, and they are eager to pour out their thoughts.

Of course, they wanted to stay, but they didn't have any confidence in it, and the language barrier was one of the reasons for their fear.

The boy still bent and stretched his arms, as if he was going to do this all day: "But they are good, they are all good, they healed my wounds!" ”

The middle-aged man with a sullen face snorted, grabbed the young man's arm, and then pressed it hard: "Don't make trouble!" And how do you know they won't kill us? Maybe this is another hunting ground, and when the 'prey' is all recovered, they will release us again!" ”

Leodro could understand his concerns, but he didn't see the need for Abram to do so: "If we're worried, we can go out and see, that's why we're here today." ”

The man who had been seen as the leader spoke, and the rest of the people, although they had their own ideas, were also quiet for the time being. It would also be advantageous for them to have the opportunity to leave here and walk around the neighborhood, so no one would object to it, after all, if they wanted to escape, they could also take this opportunity to observe the terrain.

Seeing that no one was silent, Leodro had no choice but to continue: "Also, we can have names, at least as far as I know, everyone here has their own name. ”

The boy began to wave his arm again, almost slapping the middle-aged man next to him in the face: "Name!?" Are you sure? Can we change the name every day? ”

"It's better to be fixed."

"You now have a name of your own?" A more ruddy-faced lady in the team asked.

She had once had long, conspicuous sea-blue hair, but now it had all been cut off, and Leodro remembered that her master had been keen to show off her long hair, so as soon as she was free, she was free enough to get rid of the burden that was almost dragged to the ground.

Leodro nodded, and did not hide that he had been given a name, and the crowd began to talk in a chaotic manner, and at first everyone could not think of what to do, until the boy threw out seven or eight names, and the others gradually came up with their own ideas.

Leodro listened silently until they had chosen their preferred names and confirmed that they would not change them again, and he wrote them down one by one.

In his head, of course, he had never learned to write.

Zoya is a very conscientious translator, too conscientious. Abram, who was standing not far away, thought.

The buzzing in his head never stopped, but the meaning of those words poured in, causing Abram's spirit to feel so unwell that he finally had to stop Zoya and just translate the final result of their discussion of names.

Abram smiled kindly when Leodro looked at him, but his smile was not as energetic as usual: "Then let's go now?" ”

"What do we need to pay attention to?" Leodro gestured at himself, he didn't know if his people would attract any hostility when they stepped into Chaoyang City.

Abram shook his head, "Don't worry, no one will embarrass you." ”

Leodro's inner doubts were answered by the sight of two giants sitting by the campfire—they were two mountain-like giants, much more eye-catching than those of them with elven blood.

A one-man tall bonfire burned brightly, and on it was roasted a whole skinless four-legged beast that looked like a large wild wolf.

The two giants were staring intently at the fire, waiting for the sweaty chef to spread the sauce on the roast, and even when they sat cross-legged on the ground, they looked like two gray-blue boulders, and the feeling of oppression was even more obvious as they approached.

Giants rarely have clothes of any style, and the most popular "fashion" among them is to peel off, sew and wrap the hides of their prey, covering their chests, abdomen, waists and hips.

Sewing animal skins is easy to make, which is convenient for these big men, so that they don't have to worry about damage to their clothes, and can start a battle on the spot at any time, but also allows them to show off their prey to others, and more extremely, they like to use bones as decorations to make other accessories.

One of the giants heard movement in the path beside him, and as he turned his head, he clenched the axe at his waist, and the huge one-eyed glance fell, full of intimidation.

But seeing Abram walking in front of them, the giant quickly let go of his axe, waved his rough palms casually, grinned on his rough rocky lips, said hello, and continued patiently with his companions to wait patiently for the food to be cooked.

Although the Giants speak Giant's language, they don't like to communicate verbally, and more often body language is enough for them, including more intense wrestling and punching and kicking.

The two Cyclops from the Silver Country are already the most sensible part of the clan, otherwise the nearby forests would have been trampled on a long time ago.

Leodro pondered, lowered his voice and asked, "The Lord of your faith is the Giant Clan?" ”

Abram subconsciously gasped, and he had to resist the urge to scream loudly so as not to make himself appear rude in front of the guests: "Of course not! No! The Lord is a god, a god of men! ”

Leodro smiled reluctantly, and seeing Abram's resolute reaction, some of his conjectures were once again confirmed.

The "Lord" that Chaoyang City believed in probably did not belong to any of the "gods" he knew, because before today, he had never heard such a statement - how could a weak human being have his own "god"?

Abram took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions, and suddenly remembered that these guests were not ordinary human beings, and Abram remembered the day when the Lord declared to them that "day and night are days, and years and months."

He couldn't say this in Elven language, so he had to look at Zoya on his shoulder: "Can you help me translate it for him?" ”

The lark nodded, and those pale eyes rolled down, making Leodro feel uncomfortable.

When Abram spoke again, the same buzzing words came from the lark, and did not fall directly into Leodro's mind, but were clearly heard by everyone in the room:

"But our Lord hath said, But whosoever shall keep his commandments and keep his laws, he shall love all men of the world, as all men love him...... We also see those who also believe in Christ as friends, relatives, or brothers and sisters.

"The people of Chaoyang City come from all over the world, and we don't need to ask them where they come from, but if they are willing to believe in the Lord, the land here will accept their footprints, the sun will shine above their heads, and the Lord will know whether His followers are religious or not.

"The biggest difference between this place and the rest of the world is that we have the brightest sun, and every day the light falls on the earth, we know that the Lord is with us."

Almost subconsciously, the guests from the sea raised their heads and looked at the glowing orb in the sky.

Abram had to warn them: "Do not stare at the light of the Lord, it hurts." ”

"What happened?" Leodro asked.

Abram's smile was a little embarrassed, and Zoya helped him translate the words: "Well, I've seen several newcomers before, and their eyes were burned because they stared at them for too long. ”

Leodro was suspicious that Abram was talking about himself.

(End of chapter)