Chapter 164: progress
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Wizards of the North
- He Zan
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- 2021-03-04 11:45:14
The demons don't worry about the betrayal of their vassals, especially when facing the Northlanders. Because there is at least a way to survive when you meet them, you are basically dead when you meet the latter. Therefore, Mozu is very relieved to place the vassal between the two.
This time, the situation has changed. Those vassals that were attacked, no one dared to report to them. Except for the Northlanders, would the demons care if they were attacked by something else?
If they report an attack from the North, they will get a good reward; if they only report an inexplicable pest infestation, they will probably get a whipping. So, the vassal ran away...
If we can be friendly to these vassals, can we avoid the situation at hand?
But now that I want to understand this, what's the use?
Ruio tried to stand firm, but as the girl continued to approach, his courage and strength quickly disappeared, his body gradually rickets, and he finally knelt on the ground.
Lily looked at the demons in front of her, four arms, elite?
"Can you understand me?"
"Yes..." Ruiou's voice trembled.
Lily was very happy to finally catch someone who could understand people. A cowardly demons, this would be a good guide.
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Now, Rio is like a humble loyal dog who is not seen by his master, guiding Lily the way. From time to time, he looked flatteringly, for fear of attracting punishment from the owner.
The legend of cannibalism has always been circulated among the demons, but they are also stories that scare children. When he refused to sleep quietly when he was a child, his father would raise his broken arm to scare him--the Northlanders would eat the disobedient child.
Then he would curl up and cover the blanket over his head, not daring to breathe until he fell asleep in a daze. Gradually growing up, these childhood stories have become memories and jokes. He is also preparing to marry a wife and have children in the future and tell these stories to his children.
But when did the story really happen?
The girl stood there quietly, watching the insects divide his people into food. Screaming, groaning, and begging for mercy, but didn't get the slightest pity. She didn't even have any extra expressions, no bloodthirsty, no exhale after revenge. The living people in front of her are only insignificant food in her eyes.
The childhood nightmare resurfaced from memory, but he could no longer find a hiding place.
He didn't want to be food to be eaten alive, and he didn't want to hide in fear, so Rio found a new blanket to cover his head-he had a master.
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The fairies whispered directly from Bran's body, looking at the little fairies Lando and Lanjia who were held by him and looked listless, nodded in satisfaction.
Then he handed a seed to Bran's eyes, "As you wish."
This answer made Bran’s eyes light up, "Thank you."
Whispering around, he sighed, "The environment here is really good!"
Bran hummed quite proudly
"Why not give this city to your sister?"
"Will she accept it? With the example of her sister, she might not accept other people's arrangements."
"How can I know if I don't try?"
"I don't want to try again. In fact, it doesn't matter who comes. I just need to lay the foundation. The hub of this city is here, in me, Huahua, and the ancient tree, and now he still has him."
Bran threw the seed out of his hand, "When we leave in the future, we will rely on him to maintain this place. With your help, I believe it is difficult for outsiders to threaten this place."
The goblin pointed to the door and changed the subject, "There are many old trees that give birth to the thought of walking. I don't know if this change is good or bad?"
"Who can tell this kind of thing?" Bran raised his head and looked at the tree canopy that was shaking outside the city. "You have to try to know that we can afford these risks now."
After sending the whisper away, Bran called the ancient tree back and motioned to the seed in his hand, "You need to give yourself a name."
"No hurry, let me think about it again."
"How do I distinguish between you in terms of address?"
The ancient tree naturally proposed a solution, "My name is Big Tree, and his name is Little Tree."
Bran took a deep breath, "You must give yourself a name, you can't drag it anymore."
"Okay, how about Orchid?" Gu Shu was a little proud, which was pieced together by the pronunciation of the names of his two friends.
"Uh, you still think about it..."
When Bran no longer entangled with the ancient tree and planned to plant the seeds in the original location of the ancient tree, he encountered strong opposition.
"That's my bed!"
Bran...
"I can't sleep away from there!"
Bran finally compromised and planted the small tree on the other side. As he settled down, Gushu found a more interesting game, and he started to teach the little tree every day in the tone of someone who came over.
This made Bran breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't hit the tree with a sledgehammer, then everything would be his. And judging from the changes in the small tree, the old tree should be a good leader.
Everything is going according to plan.