The Dean Has Arrived

Timothy's Dark Alliance is in a turbulent civil war. . .

Just like what happens in many wars, the people in that area are also caught in a difficult life.

The flying flames of war destroyed the land, powerful magic destroyed the city, and the sky was covered by thick clouds in order to facilitate the actions of those vampires, making the entire Timothy enshrouded in shadow.

The consequences of not being exposed to sunlight, in addition to the beginning of death of vegetation, the temperature has also gradually decreased... This change became more obvious after the sudden cold current that hit three days ago.

Livestock were killed by the severe cold, and crops that were already ready to be harvested were also killed by the blizzard, becoming a roll of desperate leaves.

The houses of those poor farmers who could only live in huts were directly crushed by the snow and lost their homes.

People who are hungry and cold are either involved in a desperate struggle between the rebels and the culprit that caused all of this, or they are displaced. They can only rely on the wild grass and tree bark covered by heavy snow that have not completely withered.

If a missionary of any religion came to preach at this time, the effect would be amazing.

The problem is that the missionary must first bring enough food, otherwise the hungry refugees won't even listen to you. Then you have to have a certain degree of strength to prevent the food that is used to help refugees and feed yourself from being robbed.

However, it is good for a powerful master of the great magician level to say that even if a great magician enters Timothy in an imposing manner, as long as it does not infringe too much on the interests of the current ruler in a certain area, the opponent will not stand on the peak of the Eastern Plain with this. The combat power turned against each other.

If it is only an intermediate or high-level magician. Doing such a thing is likely to offend the local rulers.

Probably because of such considerations, the Pure White Church and a series of religions did not take advantage of this moment to preach on a large scale.

Due to the destruction of the entire palace, the magic marks that Sivi had left there have disappeared. Naturally, there is no way to use the gap magic to directly transmit it, and the snowstorm is not suitable for flying. In summary , He and Saran can only honestly trek to the ruins of the vampire palace.

As a result, they encountered an astonishing number of refugees...

Looking at the ragged, thin, yellow-faced refugees in a trance. Shalan frowned: "Sevi. What should we do? Can we do something for them?"

Anyway, her sister used to be Timothy's highest leader. Seeing that Timothy's people have become like this now, she will naturally feel uneasy.

If Xiwei were still a great magician, he would at most allocate a certain amount of food from Adric Academy to let them make a living. Then let these refugees go to the rebels.

After all, there is no type of food purchase in the chamber of commerce affiliated to Adric College. Although the college also hoards a certain degree of food for emergencies. But that was hoarded according to the number of Edric students. Putting it in the mouth of these refugees can only be regarded as a drop in the ocean, and it is not worth mentioning.

But it's different now. He has become a legendary master.

"Of course, you try to see if you can persuade them to go some way with us."

Xiwei replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the vampire girl immediately ran to the refugees, and after attracting their attention, she began to speak loudly.

In any case, this girl also worked as a teaching assistant for Adric for some time (I don’t know why she refused to be a professor), so her eloquence can be considered pretty good. Soon her faces are already numb. There seemed to be a little light of hope gleaming in the refugees' eyes, looking towards Xiwei here.

Seeing this, Xiwei smiled slightly, stood up and walked slowly in the other direction, Saran nodded to the refugees, and then followed.

The refugees were stunned, and talked in a low voice.

"You said we should believe that girl?"

"Hi, old John, we are already like this, what else can we do?"

"I heard that some demons can sacrifice human beings in exchange for power or something..."

"We can't resist, so just sacrifice us right here?"

"Maybe what preparations are needed for sacrifice... such as magic circle..."

"Mad, I am almost starving to death, even if sacrificed is better than starving to death, I will go first, and you can figure it out."

A fairly tall man gritted his teeth, walked out of the suspicious crowd, and followed the two Xiwei.

After having the first example, more and more people have followed. Human beings have a herd mentality. When the number of people who have followed reaches a certain number, even if you just vowed to say, ‘This is definitely a problem! The people also followed the public.

After walking a short distance, they came to a forest.

No, it should be said that a place was originally a forest.

Now the trees in the woods have become bare...not only the leaves, but even the bark has been stripped off, and there are even a few tooth marks on the smooth trunks.

This kind of sight is generally funny, but Savi and Saran can’t laugh at all—how much hunger and despair will they try to bite the trunk...

Xiwei didn't know what happened to the refugees who had eaten this small forest, but it is probably too bad.

Thinking of this, he sighed, stopped, and looked at the woods.

The refugees stopped behind him obediently, seeming to be waiting for something.

After a while, some of the refugees began to whisper uncontrollably.

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Xiwei finally got the action.

He took out a magic wand from nowhere-this action shocked the refugees, and even some people were already trying to escape in a hurry-then he inserted the magic wand on the edge of the woods and was frozen as if by the cold On the iron-hard ground, a few spells that humans cannot understand were lightly chanted.

The next moment, as if going back in time, the trees in the woods re-grown bark and leaves, and blossomed into lovely flowers.

The refugees were dumbfounded, but Sivi's magic was not over yet.

Soon those little flowers withered, fell on the ground and disappeared, and then the fruits appeared.

The sweet scent of honey filled the air, and fist-sized bread hung on the branches, tempting to covet.

That's right, bread grew on the trees that should have grown fruits.

"These trees can bear a week's worth of bread." Sivi put away his wand, smiled and said to the refugees who were still stupefied: "Before the end of the civil war and the severe cold, it will be enough for you to eat." (To be continued... )