The explanations given by the Alayanzong to these exiles were so weak that they did not listen to them at all.

No matter what the Alayan Sect said, they only had one saying, that is, they wanted to climb over the high wall and go to the Dorbone Dream City, even if they died on the road, they would never regret it, it was better than suffering here.

In the face of the displaced people who have come forward one after another, the Alayan Sect cannot be persuaded by the repeated demands of you and me. In front of these defenseless people, the Alayan Sect will not use force against them. Verbal arguments alone will not do much at all.

Even if there were several people on the side, such as Ula no Peach, Fujino no Ran, and Allah Xiaoer, they also persuaded them, but those extremely excited homeless people couldn't listen to them at all.

said that if they continue to consume like this, even if they don't starve to death, they will have no interest, so it is better to go into the mountains and break through, maybe they can break a way out.

When Alayanzong and the others were anxious, the old village chief Mo Sushan Ying ran over with his four sons.

From a distance, Mo Xu Shanying saw the commotion of the crowd rushing towards the mountain pass one after another, and he felt that something was wrong, so he beckoned his four sons to go and see it together.

Standing on a half-man-high rock, the Murphy Mountain Eagle shouted:

"Fellow villagers, listen to the old man. Why don't you let everyone cross this high wall, I have said it before, and everyone has already expressed their understanding. I don't know why it backtracked today?

"As everyone knows, the epidemic is quite serious right now, and it is spreading across the country. And only Dole Bone Dream City has not yet erupted. If we bring the epidemic there, no country will be spared.

"If that were the case, it would not only expose all civilians to the threat of the plague, but would also lead to a decline in national strength and the danger of extinction. In order for a nation to continue to multiply, we must leave behind the seeds of the nation.

"It takes dedication, sacrifice. We are already in the midst of an epidemic, and we may live and we may die. In that case, why don't we die with some value?

"The time has come when we need to make sacrifices! For the sake of the great interests of the nation and for the sake of the future of the nation, our sacrifice is worth it! Our descendants will always remember us!"

The old village chief's impassioned words made the impetuous homeless suddenly calm down, as if his words touched people's souls.

However, suddenly, a high-pitched, hoarse voice came out of the crowd.

"It's just nonsense! You're demagoguery! We don't want to be famous, we just want to live! Future generations don't remember that we are useless. We only care about whether we can live now! Whoever wants to be famous for eternity will be sacrificed, we don't want to anyway. This high wall can't stop us, we must go over!"

This counter-tune was sung again, and then someone began to talk about it in a noisy manner, as if the old village chief's words just now were in vain.

There was some commotion in the crowd, and some people pushed and shoved with the villagers who were guarding.

At first, the guards did not show their swords, but only stopped the agitated group of outcasts with their bare hands.

But the confrontation quickly escalated. Someone has already started to make a big move, because one of the villagers has been stabbed by someone and falls.

When they saw the blood pouring out, the crowd seemed to blow up a nest, and the villagers who were guarding showed their weapons. And the so-called outcasts also pulled out their short blades from their waists and stabbed at the guards one after another.

This sudden change not only surprised the old village chief, but even the Alayanzong was a little caught off guard.

When did the outcasts hide their swords? How did these people look strong, and where were they dish? Are they really outcasts?

It seems like a conspiracy!

A man ran towards the Alayanzong, shouting that he seemed to have to cross the wall, but when he approached the Alayanzong, a short sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he was about to stab the Alayanzong in the abdomen.

Alayanzong reached out with his left hand and restrained his sword-holding wrist, only to hear the other party's "oops", and the short sword fell to the ground.

Seeing that there was something strange about his neckline, Alayanzong ripped off his coat, and under the gray robe that he had torn was a tight black robe.

He seemed to have an impression of this black dress, as if he had seen it somewhere.

At this moment, another strong man raised his sword from the right side of the Alayan Sect and slashed at him.

Alayanzong raised his foot and kicked his short knife away, and with a hand he grabbed it, ripped open the collar of his gray robe, which was also black, the same as the previous man.

This group of people is not the same people they once were, they were premeditated! They deliberately provoked incidents and conflicts.

Alayanzong shouted, "All the guards obey my orders, take ten steps back, and form a line fighting formation in groups of three. They are not outcasts, they are thieves! If they dare to approach the former, they will be killed!"

Hearing the order of the Alayan Sect, the defenders took a few steps back, had already set up a posture, and quickly organized themselves to meet the enemy together according to the offensive and defensive tactics that the Alayan Sect had taught them.

There was still some chaotic play just now, but it became orderly in an instant.

The chaotic homeless people quickly split into two groups. One continued to charge forward, wrestling with the guards. The other group stepped back, their faces full of panic and fear.

Some fell in retreat, trampled by the jumbled footsteps, wailing, crying, all in one. Some people will never be able to stand up again.

Seeing that someone was retreating, the sharp and slightly hoarse voice among the displaced people sounded again.

"We can't retreat! We can't retreat! We will kill them in one go, so that we can cross the high wall and have hope of survival!"

This voice is so familiar!

Alayanzong looked into the crowd, and the man seemed to have disappeared, blocked by the crowd, and his face could not be seen.

Alayanzong "chuckled" in his heart, thinking that it was impossible! If he guessed correctly, how could they come here? But that voice was really very similar, like a person he knew very well.

With this in mind, Alayanzong stretched out his hand and slapped down a scimitar, pulled this "homeless person" over, and pulled the collar of his clothes, which was still in black, then straightened his face and asked, "Who are you?"

"I... I... We are also outcasts!" Seeing that he was restrained, the man was a little timid when he spoke.

"Where did you come from?" said Alayanzong's hand to the afterburner.

A heart-wrenching pain came down his arm, and the man shouted "Ouch", "Mei... Dmitry Manor!"

This answer made the Alayanzong even more convinced that the high-pitched, hoarse voice that he had guessed just now should be Jeruha's certainty.

But there was no one in the crowd who could not see him, which one of them was. The men were all dressed in almost the same gray robes, some fresh, some in tatters, as if they had been deliberately torn, and rubbed with dirt.

Alayanzong kicked the man away, and looked around, trying to find Yeluha.

But he knew that Jeraha alone would not have the courage to organize the homeless people to make trouble, and there must be someone else.

Looking at the people who were fighting together, in this chaotic scene, even if the Alayan Sect had a very keen hearing, he could not find that familiar person.

After some observation, the Alayanzong was convinced that the people who were fighting with the villagers were indeed from Dread Manor.

And those who retreated were the real refugees, but they just followed the coaxing, and when the real fight started, they all flinched.

Although the villagers guarding the guards formed a team of three or two to attack and defend, after all, there were only a few dozen people, and the number was too small.

And the hundreds of people on the other side looked a little scattered, but they were extremely experienced in their swords and swords, and they seemed to have been trained for many years.

Naturally, the villagers couldn't resist it, and both sides began to suffer casualties.

The guards were losing ground and retreating, and if they were ten meters back, they would be a high wall. If these people are allowed to attack under the high wall, they will have no way to retreat, and they will definitely be defeated.

You can't be defeated!

Alayanzong is lucky, he wants to kill the Quartet!