Warhammer Wizard

Even without the eyes of the soul, Ren could see Livlin's thoughts, and it seemed that he had something very important to tell him, so he smiled: "Ma'am, we can be frank with each other, please speak bluntly if you have anything."

"Okay, my lord."

Livlin was not originally a tangled personality. She was capable and decisive. After several contacts with Ren, she found that the lord was actually a very frank person, and he had no pretence, and had an affinity that people could entrust with loyalty.

She organized the language, and then asked: "Sir, I don't know what arrangements you have for Santra Residence?"

"Naturally, it is merged into Gotham City."

Ren replied as a matter of course. He saw that Livlin was reluctant to part with the blood elf camp that he had been running for many years, and wanted to retain a certain degree of autonomy. , I don't want an outlaw in my city."

Santra's residence is not in Gotham City. For the convenience of blood elves, a teleportation array must be set up to the predetermined elves.

If only blood elves were allowed in, like an autonomous region, there would be a lot of problems.

Regardless of race, they tend to live with their own race. If the privileges of Sant’s residence are not banned, the blood elves will regard it as their own race territory, and they will keep warm and separate from other residents of Gotham City, affecting the cohesion of the entire city.

Lane doesn't have the luxury of turning Gotham into a racial melting pot, but he doesn't want Gotham to become a divided society either.

Therefore, he must open the Santra residence to all residents.

Seeing that Ren's attitude was very firm, Livlin sighed, "I understand, Lord Lord. Since this is the Lord's order, I can only obey."

"Very good." Ren nodded with satisfaction.

Santra's residence is a camp built by Livlyn. She has invested a lot of hard work over the decades. She let her give up with a single word. It shows that she is loyal to herself and does not mean to support herself.

Livlin pondered for a few seconds, and then said: "My clan and I will abandon this camp and move to Gotham City. But I have a suggestion, please don't open Santra's residence to the public. I would rather close it than let outsiders. Come in."

"Why?" Ren vaguely guessed the reason.

"Santra's residence is located deep underground in Abraken, which is part of the remains of the Elf city in the third era." Livlin explained: "The former 'Abraken' was the richest city in the New World. Possessing innumerable riches, when the elves withdraw to Oroan, they only take a small part with them. Most of those riches are buried underground and turned into treasures."

"For more than three thousand years, the ruins of Abraken have hardly been excavated."

She paused, stared at Ren and said seriously: "And Santra's residence is the gateway to this treasure..."

Ren's heart said yes.

When Raistlin and his teammates first came to Abraken, the Holy Gun Ranger Barack had been talking about the underground treasures here, and wanted to enter the Santra residence, which was not available.

Now that Livlyn said the same thing, it seemed that the treasure was real.

The Third Era lasted for more than 5,400 years. During this long period of time, Abraken was the most brilliant magical capital in the New World, shining like a pearl. The wealth accumulated for more than five thousand years, even if it can only be mined to a drop in the bucket, is extremely impressive.

Ren suddenly understood.

No wonder the Regent King Asjong and the upper blood elves were so shocked when they knew that Livlyn was going to bring Santra's residence into Gotham City.

In addition to Asjong's personal feelings for Livlin, it is also because of the treasure.

The blood elves are extremely wealthy and may be one of the most tyrannical races in Ellenus. They regard money as dung, but they are not willing to let go of Abraken's huge treasure.

It's just that Santra's residence is Livlin's personal domain, and they have no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, Ren couldn't help but glance at Livlin Gao, and only then did he know how much she paid and how determined she was to leave Yongsong City.

Of course, Livlin is not completely selfless, she also wants something.

One is personal prospects.

The second is the future of the blood knight.

"Thank you, ma'am." Ren stood up and said solemnly, "I will follow the advice of the madam and close the Santra residence. I will carry out the excavation of the treasure in Abelaken myself and invite the madam to help. Wealth, ladies can take a third of it."

He is not short of money now, but he does not think too much money.

More money means more power, which can speed up the construction of Gotham, and it can also be used elsewhere to play a huge role.

The taste of banknote capabilities is simply not too good.

No one in the world knows more about elven treasures than Livlynn, who has been in Abraken for many years and has built Santra's home. With her guidance and her all-seeing eyes, she will surely be able to unearth the wealth that has been buried for thousands of years.

In this regard, Rennes never skimps.

After giving one-third of the distribution, he promised: "I will do my best to help the lady advance to the holy rank, and the blood of sunlight will be supplied in unlimited quantities. As for the treatment of the Blood Knights, my plan is to merge with the Spear Wing Knights. , and at that time, we will fully respect the opinions of the lady.”

Sure enough, when Livlyn heard these promises, a smile appeared on her face.

"The generosity of Lord Lord is admirable, but I don't want treasure." Her words surprised Ren and said seriously: "I am willing to exchange treasure for Lord Lord's assurance, and treat blood elves living in Gotham City equally."

Ren gave her a deep look.

This blood elf beauty is worthy of her lofty status in the clan, and puts the affairs of the clan in the first place and considers it more important than herself.

"I promise in the name of the goddess of magic."

Ren swore without hesitation that he had no tendency to favor any race. Whether human, elves or dwarves, they are all their own people.

After listening to this, Livlin was completely relieved.

This beautiful blood elf has an outstanding temperament and is pleasing to the eye, but living alone in the same room will eventually lead to misunderstandings by outsiders and bad reputation for her. Ren didn't want a lady of noble character to fall into this kind of gossip, and he didn't have too many thoughts about her. After talking about business, he immediately bid farewell.

On the contrary, Countess Livlyn seemed a little pity, but she did not hold back.

"My lord, I have prepared a thousand blood knights and can enter Gotham at any time to serve the Lord." Livlin reported when she walked out of the living room.

"Then let them go with me." Ren agreed immediately.

After a while.

A thousand fully-armed blood knights gathered in the square, lined up in a queue, and accepted Ren's review. The Eye of Soul observed the past secretly and found several blood elves with different thoughts. He named them on the spot and handed them over to Livlin.

Blood elves are not monolithic, there are noble classes and different factions.

Unsurprisingly, these blood knights are the nails for some blood elf nobles to break into the blood knights. They may not have great malice, but only serve as eyes and ears, but Ren doesn't want to stay and become a hidden danger.

When Livlin saw these blood elves, her expression suddenly turned cold.

Ren didn't ask Livlin what to do, he took the blood knight and left Santra's residence. The mighty team came out of the black forest of Abraken and appeared on the other side of the strait. The dwarf craftsmen who were under construction saw this elf army from a distance.

"Blood Elf!"

"What are they doing here?"

"Are these arrogant guys going to attack Gotham? It's better to blow them all up with electric cannons, see them, and save yourself from being upset when you see them later."

The dwarves below and below the city walls stopped working and looked at the approaching blood elf team, shouting and cursing, looking a little irritable.

"Quiet!"

Kerstarkin appeared at the head of the city and reprimanded: "Shut up! This is the blood elves who are loyal to the lord, and they will also be residents of Gotham in the future. Whoever dares to say more, just **** hammer. It's hard, or your head is hard."

The king of the hills sounded like thunder, waving his "fury of the mountains" in his hand.

The dwarves all shrank their necks and continued to work.

But they still looked out of the city frequently, muttering a few complaints, or winking with the dwarves beside them.

Kerstarkin actually knew this, but he didn't care.

Actually, he doesn't like elves either.

When Ren said a few days ago that a group of up to 25,000 blood elves would become residents of Gotham, he immediately protested loudly, expressing his unwillingness to live in the same city with the arrogant elves. However, the protest was ineffective, Ren not only did not change his mind, but also taught him a lesson.

Kerstarkin was beaten out of temper.

He was also forced to accept Ren's order to appease and restrain his own people.

If the dwarves and blood elves conflict, as long as it is found that the dwarves are causing the trouble, Kostarkin will be the first to be blamed.

Kstarkin didn't dare to say a word. He was very aware of Ren's temper and was usually gentle and amiable, but whoever dared to go against Ren's will, he would immediately learn what Ren's anger was, and there would never be any. Good end. If the dwarf commits a crime, he will really be held accountable.

And according to Ren, there will be a group of dark elves joining Gotham soon.

Drow from the Underdark!

It was difficult for the blood elves to accept, let alone those evil drows... For this reason, Kostarkin worried for several days, and had already thought of many ways to control his people.

While thinking about it, the blood elves had already stepped onto the Shield Island on the ice.

Ren and the extreme warriors walked at the forefront, and more than a thousand blood knights followed them, entering Gotham from the unfinished part of the city wall.

The blood elves also saw the dwarves.

The city wall suddenly fell silent, only the sound of the blood elves walking in unison. A tense atmosphere permeated, and the blood elf's footsteps also slowed down unconsciously, staring at the dwarves, looking at each other unhappily. Their eyes were like sharp swords, colliding with invisible sparks.

When Ren turned back, he saw the confrontation between the two races that loved and killed each other.

"Kstarkin," he called.

"Lord Lord, I'm here." The King of the Hill quickly turned into a bolt of lightning and fell in front of Ren, with a gesture of waiting for orders.

The eyes of both dwarves and elves were attracted.

"You come to arrange their accommodation." Ren said lightly. As soon as his voice fell, the blood knights had a commotion. Although no one dared to object, most of them showed dissatisfaction on their faces, thinking that Ren was doing it on purpose. humiliate them.

"Who has an opinion?" Ren snorted coldly.

His eyes swept across the blood elves, no one looked at each other with sharp eyes, and all blood elves who were seen lowered their heads involuntarily.

The dwarves onlookers thought that Ren was biased towards him, and couldn't help but feel a little proud, and some dwarves even gave a schadenfreude laughter.

Ren turned his head, and the laughing dwarf turned pale as if struck by lightning.

"I don't care what kind of grievances you have, or what race or where you come from, in my eyes it makes no difference." Ren's voice sounded in everyone's ears, full of strong warning: "Since joining Gotham, You have only one identity, and that is the residents of Gotham, my people."

"In Gotham, whoever provoked a dispute based on racial grievances, once verified, immediately stripped the identity of Gotham residents and expelled the city, so the murderer will pay with blood."

"No one has privilege in Gotham except me."

"Of course." Ren suddenly showed a playful smile, "If anyone thinks they can overturn my rule, then you can try."

He didn't want to say anything big.

The grievances between elves and dwarves that stretched over tens of thousands of years could never be resolved with just a few words, and no one could listen to the theory of racial equality in the previous life. The only solution is to speak with fists and suppress all these messes.

Some people don't understand the truth, so let them taste the iron fist of dictatorship.

If there is only one person, Ren will not be able to cover everything, but he has clones, Lei Zhu Tianbing, Mage clones and electro-optical cannons, as well as the planned Arcane patrol guards. Everything moves.

The power of one person ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can easily suppress the whole city.

The elves and dwarves present were silent and did not dare to look at Ren.

Even Kostarkin bowed his head and listened, and when Ren waved his hand, he immediately responded and took the blood knight to arrange accommodation for them, and the blood knight did not dare to object.

Ren teleported back to Glamorgan Castle to continue his research.

He has already thoroughly understood the technologies of several puppets, humanoid armors and golems in the world of Alanus, and is integrating the mechanical knowledge of the previous life to design and build power armor. A lot of progress has been made so far, and it is certain that the finished product will be manufactured within two years.

Time passed without knowing it.

A week later, Ren was still concentrating on research in the mechanical alchemy room, and suddenly raised his head. He was sitting as a stand-in in the office, and saw Fabian, the wind elf butler, enter the door with a happy face, and reported: "Sir, Ms. Viola has sent a message that a demon soul with a thunderbolt has appeared in Nothril. !"