The leader Harry saw Trull from a long distance and was pleasantly surprised, this kid is actually alive?

Harry is now in dire need of manpower to rebuild the stronghold. Although the demon tide destroyed many buildings, the food and population were still preserved, and there was still capital to rebuild.

He has gathered a group of survivors, and is arranging patrols, reconstruction, and other work, and now the most lacking thing is people, no one, no land, grain in warehouses, etc., can not be saved.

The head of the camp is not appointed by the government, he is elected by the camp and must shoulder his own responsibilities. Without this settlement, everyone will disperse, and even he, Harry, will become a poor beggar and starve to death on the streets.

Moreover, this is his hometown, as a leader of the remnants, a leader of the homeless, and at the same time as an old man, in addition to the factors of interests and status, loving his homeland is the driving force for him to live!

Moreover, Harry's ancestors still have a will, not to leave the ruined city, and to protect their homeland forever.

Speaking of the ancestors of the remnants, I don't know which tendon was drawn. They cursed that whoever left would be unable to improve their cultivation, be financially impoverished, and end their lives miserably, and they would be very effective.

I can't go, so I can only hold on, look for foreign help, restore the former vitality of the stronghold, and the top priority is to rescue people, keep food, and then go to the town to invite the guardians to temporarily maintain the security of the stronghold and establish a better defense system.

"It's great that Trull is alive!" the leader smiled dryly and walked briskly.

Shang Shulang was standing there thinking about his thoughts with a confused expression, and Harry's greeting pulled him back to reality.

He asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"Of course! Not who you are?"

He was also a little strange, why wasn't the little guy as stupid as before, and he was enlightened when he spoke?

"Trull, the stronghold is terrible right now, we need to protect the granary and the surviving women and children, and on the other side of the square, our people have gathered. You should find a weapon and go there to shoulder the responsibilities of a warrior and defend everyone's granary. If outsiders dare to grab food, they should fight back, or everyone will starve to death. ”

"And I, I'm going to the town to ask for the Guardians, only they can maintain order and resist the monsters. ”

Guardians? Shang Shulang first heard of such people, they are responsible for protecting the common people, are they people from the government?

He did not refuse Old Harry's task, after all, he still had to survive in the abandoned city, and of course the granary could not be lost.

Shang Shulang now has strength, and he is still afraid of an outsider? Of course, if he can't withstand it, running away is not a dereliction of duty.

Shang Shulang walked to the central square, rummaging for weapons along the way, picking and choosing, and finally found a rusty kitchen knife that cut meat under a collapsed house.

This knife is very peculiar, as big as half a door, the rectangular blade is as thick as half a middle finger, and it is extremely heavy, almost reaching more than a hundred catties, and it can be used as a "part-time" shield.

I don't know what kind of monster the original owner is, and he can use such a big kitchen knife.

Shang Shulang lifted this knife and felt that it was quite easy to wield, and when he struck it with a stone, the bell rattled, and the material seemed to be very good, hard enough.

Half of the square is covered with abandoned masonry, there are several large pits, and the remaining flat land is not too large. Three or four homeless people gathered together, holding all kinds of farm tools in their hands, and they couldn't tell what kind of iron guy they were, and their expressions were not relaxed.

To the east is the warehouse, half underground, half above ground, with a circular spire, which looks quite small.

Women and children, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled all gathered near the warehouse, about a few dozen. The crying of children, the coughing of old people, the fact that some people are talking to each other, some are crying there, and some are arguing, scolding, and coaxing scenes, and mixed sounds make people upset.

Some of the outcasts guarding the granary knew him, and he knew one or two, Heguenot, Pete.

When Pete saw him, he happily shouted, "Trull, this way, this way!".

Everyone was very happy to see him, after all, they all knew each other, and the stupid dwarf had a lot of strength, and he was very practical in his work, and he was a good helper.

Nothing happened during the day's guard work, but at night, Shang Shulang was a little anxious, he still had to go to practice, but he couldn't pick a pick, what could he do?

Late at night, more and more people fell asleep, and several homeless people who were around them also dozed off.

He sat upright on a stone not far from the warehouse, the corner of a large kitchen knife stuck in the ground, pretending to be tired, but in fact he was cultivating.

The surroundings were relatively quiet, and his spiritual mind focused on the inside, slowly sinking into the lower dantian...... The next step is to fall into meditation......

Suddenly, he suddenly noticed a shadow in the distance jumping forward with the help of the darkness under the eaves, under the trees, and under the broken walls.

What is it? He snapped to his senses, alertly observing the area where the shadow had just appeared.

In the dark corner, it seemed that some illusory creature had crept up on the square and touched the homeless people......

Shang Shulang noticed it, and it seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly stopped, observing Shang Shulang's movements.

It was hard to see anything with his eyes, but he felt that he could lock on to the shadow-like guy, and Shang Shulang stood up and strode forward.

"Who!"

The surrounding homeless people were awakened, and they all got up quickly, and a few patrols ran over and shook the iron guy in their hands nervously.

"Trull, what's wrong, what have you discovered?" someone asked anxiously.

He waved his hand and told everyone to stop talking.

It didn't feel like it was wrong, the thing stopped in the shadow of the trees in the warehouse to the east, and it seemed to confirm whether Shang Shulang had really found himself.

For the creature in the shadows, it thinks that it is invisible, and should not be discovered, and it is likely that the other party is tempting, so it cannot panic and expose its whereabouts.

Shang Shulang let go of perception, his eyes could really vaguely see that the other party was a shadow.

It's like a sketch that is just a preliminary outline, making it difficult to distinguish the details, but it is still there.

Slender and agile, it can become one with the shadow of the tree, like a piece of paper, but its eyes are like substance, revealing a faint cunning and ruthless color.