"This child's home and factory are all finished."

The sharp-clawed Druid master who turned back to half a human and half a bear sighed and placed the unconscious tauren boy in the place.

"As long as people are still alive, it's enough." Malone tried to help Ester, a coma-stupid young man, but after realizing that his body seemed not enough to do this, he quickly turned his head and shouted, "Who will help me with it?"

When Ma Long shouted, two young men from orphanage construction teams with big arms and round waists caught up to support the unconscious tauren boy, and then sent them all the way to the only long row of sheds in the orphanage under Ma Long's command.

At this time, the orphanage was almost overcrowded. If it weren't for Ma Long's advance planning and the organization and management of veterans such as Andrew, there would probably be no more passages left.

But other places are crowded, and there are not many people in the long row of sheds, at least—the little fox girl Ami, Adella, Little Anvi, Moussa-Mein, and the animal companion of Master Claw Druid, the giant wolverine Rukas, who can also occupy a shed.

In this world, there are not any equality for everyone, but there are many conventional rules for hierarchy and orderly.

Therefore, even if Ester, who was unconscious, was sent in, the shed could still accommodate everyone without appearing too crowded.

"Sorry, my friend Ma Long, I'm not good at healing druid spells."

Helping to place the young Taurus, Master Claw Druid showed a sorry expression at Malone.

The existence of healing spells in various sects makes the medical level in this other world at two extremes: surreal and medieval Europe are not as good as these two extremes. If there are priests and casters who master healing spells, then you can turn back again if your head falls out and your heart explodes. Without priests and casters who heal spells, it is better to wait for death with peace of mind... As for the situation like a teenager who is unconscious, it is a little stronger, and at least you can still wake up naturally.

"Lao Kang, what is the situation now in the northwest urban area?"

Malone nodded. He was already familiar with Master Claw Druids, of course he knew that Claw Druids were more inclined to the melee warrior profession rather than the caster.

"When I arrived in the northwest city, I saw the enslaved Duriel people break free from the shackles and impose violent resistance accumulated by resentment on the supervisors and slave factory owners. They ignited the raging fire to burn the factory, picked up any tools that could be used as weapons, and attacked all the alien races who were not the same race who entered their sight. Their crazy killing, looting, and forcing (female fucking), and there was no difference between those riots that had happened countless times."

"The plants told me that there was a priest of the false god Barto who was hurting them. Those ignorant Duriel slaves, the false god Barto who was worshipped by the power of devout faith, were born from the void, trying to prove their divine power with riots and blood. Fortunately, the priest of the false god Barto was soon killed by a powerful elves' psychic warlock..."

"The plants told me that there were many stupid demon worshippers riding on the turmoil, secretly doing things that were done by the Duriel slaves who were bewitched by the killing powers, with little difference."

"Then, I saw those bloody National Defense Army soldiers from Blue Storm Fortress arrive in the northwest city on a floating boat. They gathered together the air defense forces that were already stationed there, cleaning up one block after another with guns and bayonets. I think most of the Duriel people... will not survive tonight."

Master Claw Druid calmly stated everything he saw, his tone was as light as those madness and killing, which had nothing to do with him, his witness.

These words revealed too much useful information to Malone.

By the way—

I guess these things can be seen in Delft's crystal ball, right?

In this way...

In Ma Long's mind, an idea had already become vaguely formed.

"Are more than 100,000 lives dead overnight?"

After listening to the full description of Master Lizard Druid, Ma Long showed an unbearable look. It is true that Baisha City claims to be 360,000 citizens, but this number does not actually count more than 100,000 slaves in Oshana District, because slaves... are not considered humans.

This crazy night will lead to tens of thousands of living lives, and you will no longer see the rising sun tomorrow... This is really cruel.

At least, in the world of the "Coriasa Battle" lined up to kill, Ma Long, who had just died more than thirty times in various ordinary or strange ways, seemed to be that this night was really too cruel and bloody.

"Maybe." Master Claw Druid replied casually, because death in the eyes of the druid was just the beginning of a new life, so he quickly continued: "Marlong, what about the Book of Eli?"

Malone hesitated for a moment before telling what happened after Master Claw Druid left - except for the deal with Delft, the three-ring psychic warlock.

Seeing Master Claw Druid, he obviously wanted to kill the T-junction and rob the Book of Ely again. Ma Long hurriedly said again: "Lao Kang, don't be impulsive. In fact, I have cracked and translated the rest of the Book of Ely, but because I am reluctant to let Lao Kang go, you have to leave, so I keep..."

At this time, Ma Long did not intend to continue to hide his intentions: "Lao Kang, this is wrong with me! It is most likely to attract thieves to worry about when they are poor and rich like me. I will be in danger if I just have a little skilled thief, but Lao Kang, you are the druid master who is not afraid of any thief."

These words are actually knowledgeable, because after Ma Long confessed his intentions, he flattered Master Claw Druid without any trace.

But Malone still felt that the sharp-clawed Druid master, who was actually very tough, would probably scold him for being a squirting head.

Looking at Ma Long who showed guilt, Master Claw Druid was surprisingly not angry, but just shook his head and said, "My friend, do you know? This is the best news I have heard tonight."

As soon as Master Claw Druid finished speaking, the door of the shed where everyone was staying was pushed open by a creaking sound from outside, and then the old paladin hurried in.

"His Excellency Liszt, the refugees have basically settled down, and patrol staff are arranged around the wall. Are there any other things to pay attention to?"

The old paladin who pushed the door straight to Ma Long and said so.

"Let me think about it... Well, everyone rushed over and walked away not short, and they were all a little scared. Now it should be almost time to see thirst, so they have to draw some people to use a big pot to boil more water for people to quench their thirst. By the way, there are also hygiene issues, so everyone has to go to public toilets to relieve themselves, and they cannot make a scene of urination and defecation all over the floor..."

The old paladin's question easily attracted Ma Long's attention. He thought about it for a moment and thought about it many things to pay attention to.

It’s still the same problem. If these nearly 20,000 refugees who followed him were temporarily settled, it’s not a simple problem!

After finally explaining all the precautions he could think of to the old paladin one by one, Ma Long's face was already full of fatigue.

This incident happened one after another, time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was already the second half of the night.

Ma Long, who is now in his body, is still a 14- or 15-year-old boy who is not good at staying up late. What's more, the backlash effect of forcibly calling the spiritual energy has not completely subsided...

After turning around, using his eyes that were almost unable to open, he looked at the tauren boy who had been bandaged by Adela and was still in a coma. After he hesitating, Ma Long looked at Sheriff Bernard, the old paladin and the master of the claw druid and said-

"Old Kang, Uncle Bernard, Carnegie Paladin, I really can't stand it and I have to sniff for a while. I'll ask you for the next vigil!" Ma Long bowed deeply to the three of them, and then continued: "If something big happens, please wake me up as soon as possible!"

"Sleep, sleep! You little guys all have a good sleep, and the next thing is with us adults! The sky supported by the kingdom of the Maine gods cannot collapse!"

Sheriff Bernard slapped the police gun bag around his waist and made a sound.
Chapter completed!