"These bugs have something to do with the Emers?"

Heine wondered.

Listen to what they have to say and judging by the current situation:

This is either a parasitic source of infection, or a party that leads the way.

Or both.

He didn't dare to lift this guy to the airship.

God knows how ugly it would have been if he blew himself up.

Since they didn't let Becky purify it, it means that the Holy Light is useless.

Since it was an ember, the gladiatorial arena circle might be useful.

After a moment's thought, Heine made a decision.

He asked someone to find a cart to pull grain, and asked Teacher Xia to carry the elf named Ivica.

"Avoid the others and go around the lumberyard."

Then he asked Mr. Sa to get on the airship and go to the Githil farm to shake the people, and get Linumu in.

"Damn, he actually asked me to pull the car, it's too embarrassing!

"This is for my students to see, my cold personality is all over!"

Teacher Xia pulled the rack car and left scolding.

Fortunately, the group of stinky boys led by Rawan are not there.

Mr. Sa: "Why are you the same as Wei Dian's kite?" ”

Wei Diankite: "? ”

…

Witnessing the elves being taken away, the crowd of onlookers suddenly became agitated.

Bedwell is working with Lord Jones to calm their emotions.

For the former, the benefactor and the people of gold, the elves can still hold back their restless mood.

But for the latter, some people are less polite.

"Where did our Ivica get taken by that undead?"

Jones wiped his sweat: "This ...... I don't know, Mr. Heine has his own arrangements, and it's always right to listen to him. ”

"Oh? Who is the lord? ”

"It's like, you can't do this kind of thing, can you?"

"You're half elven blood."

A few words like Penny were faintly heard from the crowd, and they were quickly stopped by others pulling their sleeves.

Jones's face turned pale, but he didn't have a seizure.

This group of people was easy to manage at first, and they still know that they are grateful.

In the past two months, the local people who have been displaced have come back to spend the winter, and together with the refugees who continue to come to take refuge, the total population of Luye Town has exceeded 6,000.

The number of elven refugees is close to a quarter.

This is when the contradiction manifests.

They spent their initial honeymoon with the locals, and friction grew and their relationship deteriorated.

Still, the filter shatters too slowly.

The low profile of the locals invisibly breeds the instinct of outsiders to bully the weak.

Coupled with the fact that more and more familiar faces have given them enough confidence, they are no longer like refugees under the fence.

There was a lot of noise, and Bedwell's face was not good.

Suddenly, there was silence all around.

Jones looked back, and sure enough, it was Heine.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and stood behind the advisor with some embarrassment.

He didn't dare to look at Heine's disappointed eyes, so he could only smile wryly.

He was completely convinced of the young advisor and had no other superfluous thoughts.

Heine walked up to the crowd with a smile on his lips.

He swept over every pointed ear present, and everyone he saw bowed their heads uneasily, avoiding their gaze.

"It's snowing, winter is coming."

Heine said slowly:

"So, starting today, the door will be closed and no more refugees will be admitted."

Whispers erupted from the crowd.

"That's... What if someone comes again? "Someone deliberately raised his voice.

Heine asked, "Who's talking?" ”

The man shut up and shrank back into the pile.

But this ostrich behavior is clearly useless.

The nine question marks of the Guardian Kite had already flown into the crowd and circled around him.

The crowd hula dispersed at once, making him and the burning black question mark stand out.

The elf's legs went limp.

He shuddered, "Great, my lord, I'm a friend of Ivica's father, I'm just asking him ......"

"Oh? Are you talking about the dangerous molecule who has a belly of worm eggs just now? Do you know him? ”

"One, a belly of eggs?"

The crowd was amazed.

"No, no, no, I don't know, I don't ...... at all"

The elf hurriedly waved his hand in disapproval.

Heine smiled: "It's good if you don't know."

"He was wearing the military uniform of Cuiye Ting, he hadn't changed for at least a month, and it was obvious that he was the original defector.

"He was pierced through the heart by something, but he was still alive at the cost of having something more in his body.

"Obviously, he's here to infect you, and I'm just temporarily isolating him to find a cure."

After a pause, he continued:

"The rebels of the Withered Scars are at the end of their rope, and they are clearly eyeing this place.

In other words, after that, anyone who knocks on the door may have the same purpose as him.

"My lord, you also said that it was 'possible', so what if it didn't......"

An elven old man stepped forward and argued:

"We can't afford to watch our compatriots die of cold and starvation!"

Heine recognized the man.

He is the leader of the refugees, and the elves call him "Old Joe", and the player calls him Old Joe behind his back.

In the game, after the birth of the Scorching Mountain, the player exile who went out of the east was commanded by him, and he was a rather prestigious old man.

And that's exactly what happened.

Old Joe led a material exchange a month ago that turned the camp into a talent market, subtly improving the elves' increasingly awkward situation – until then, they were pure manure machines.

At the same time, the spread of elf culture has also made the filter that should have accelerated the shattering faintly showing signs of reshaping.

Jones wouldn't have been like this if he had half his wrists.

Heine nodded: "I understand what you mean, and I will not stand in the way of your self-giving."

"You can go out of this door with your own food and charcoal and stay outside with your fellow citizens.

"When winter is over, if you're still alive, I'll let you in."

As soon as he said this, Old Joe suddenly became dumbfounded.

The elves also looked at each other.

It seems that the lives of compatriots are not so important.

"Also...... I've heard a few things recently. ”

Heine's words shifted, and his gaze became unfriendly.

"I've heard that you dislike the local people who come to volunteer for not knowing Elfish, and even speaking disrespectfully.

"I think it's important for you to realize that this is the McKala Mountains, not the Whispering Forest.

"You are refugees who have been taken in by the locals, not invited guests! Therefore, it is also your obligation to learn the lingua franca.

"It just so happens that my skeleton has also been learning the lingua franca for two months, and after three days, I will take out a test paper.

"All school-age people who are not as good as the average of the three of them will receive a warning.

"There will be a second exam in a week, and then a third.

"Collect three warnings and you will get a chance to venture deep into the forest, I hope you will cherish it."

After saying that, he didn't look at the elves' iron-blue faces, turned around and left.

Bedwell hurried to follow.

"Mr. Heine!"

Heine turned: "If I were you, I would already be tutoring them in the lingua franca." ”

"Huh? I ......"

By the time Becky hesitated, Heine had already taken Jones away.

At this time, the Kite of the Guard Palace came over.

"If you want to make up the lessons, take me with you."

…

Heine took Jones to the lumberyard.

Heine didn't have much to say about this lord, who was full of shortcomings but whose only merit was obedience.

"It's okay for you to talk to that Joe, he's a lord better than you."

Heine hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"Isn't there an advisor to you......?"

Jones laughed wryly.

Heine didn't bother to bother with him.

On the gladiatorial circle, Ivica, who had passed out, was pierced by the silver threads of the circle.

Without Heine's hands, the Yuan Ling soldiers surrounded those black eggs.

But it's just a siege but not a killing.

According to the conclusion of the last time, the silver primordial material and the black spirit ember are both the deceased form of the primordial spirit.

The silver primordial spirit soldiers are also "undead creatures".

So the two are not in a restrained relationship.

Instead, they are a bit like skeletons and evil spirits, and they are different kinds of "undead creatures".

However, because there are far more embers outside the mountains of Maikala than here, it is more like the story of Tangerine Sheng Huainan.

Not long after, reinforcements arrived.

Linumu walked in, followed by a blank Dylan.

(End of chapter)