"Those people are warlocks?"
Walker shrank back and leaned against the rock side by side with Ayalvota - the man in black glanced this way, but he failed to notice.
"Let's go. Of course the population officer has his subordinates. What's there to be afraid of?"
Walker had never seen a person with such a magical temperament. He was a little uneasy, but he still felt confident. He bumped Ayalwota with his shoulder. Seeing that he didn't move, he pulled the druid up again.
"I think you have to go back, kid." Ayalwota said muffledly. He was as heavy as a stone, and his voice was as cold and hard as a stone.
"I won't reply."
"Don't cause trouble for me! I won't have time to take care of you for a while."
Ayalvota blew his nose hard, shook his head, glared at Walker, and his voice became louder, "I'll go and say a few words to them. Say a few words carefully. Tell them to leave quickly, what's the point? Roll as far away as you can, okay?"
"Uh... That's okay." Walker couldn't think of how to object.
"Yes. The moon will protect you brats. Go back and wait."
Ayalvota waved his hand and wiped the snot on the ground, drawing a thick and bright curve. His face was as green as a winter melon. "That's right. If the lights in the cave go out, run to Sweet Wind Village to find that girl. If she's not there, she'll be near the stone circle in Yan Cave. Do you know the way?"
Walker nodded, hesitated, and whispered, "Girl?"
Mingyue Druid curled his lips in disgust, his face trembling, "Must I say it? Despicable Flame Druid Xia Mo Ge. Huh." He sneered, grabbed the old broom and stood up, "I usually show off my power. , why can’t you see it now?”
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"Bitter Wind Village has forty-one households. Twenty-five households are inhuman, and sixteen households are less than a quarter of a hybrid. A complete hybrid village."
Portchey's population officer, Scott, sat on a horse, held a quill to his ear, and read loudly from a document. He had a sharp chin, high cheekbones, and a pair of thick gray eyebrows. Like a bird bear.
"Based on this scale, Kufeng Village can get one newborn quota every year, and every two years it should send a half-blood hybrid to the local circus or the royal zoo..."
Stewart raised his gray-green eyes from the document and shook the pages in his hand carelessly, "Okay. Have you remembered everything? If not, give yourself a whip. We have already turned over this broken place just now. Already." He waved towards the village, "Have the villagers gathered together?"
Nesai glanced at Yicha and Keqil. The angels and demons seemed to be in a deserted land, almost silently arguing about another topic - it seemed to be the origin of Moonset Land? They stood loosely at the end of the team of Shisolte's men, behind three rows of people, not paying attention to the situation in front of them, and it seemed as if the people around them couldn't see them.
Nesse did not participate in the discussion and had been listening intently to every word of Ssolter.
Before they entered Bitter Wind Village, they encountered the menacing team of Popchi's Population Officer. He temporarily came up with the idea of infiltrating. After all, there was nothing more suitable for them to use to find the son of the guardian than counting newborns. .
Yicha and Keqier also respected his choice, which made him particularly grateful (Yizha said "compromise", and Keqier humbly said, "It's up to you to do whatever you want." Follow your cunning customs" - angels seem to think cunning is a compliment).
The process was so simple that it wasn't worth mentioning—Slott wanted to yell at them at first, but a snap of his fingers convinced him, and now he is more docile to them than a lamb.
A tall, strong man with his right arm bare and only half of his eyebrows walked from the village. Nesse recognized that this was also one of Shisolte's men.
"Everyone has circled around obediently."
The strong man answered the interrogator's words in a gruff voice, "Sir Salter, when do we start?"
"Look, Chaka is the first one again who can't wait." A young man wearing a turban in front of Nese said sharply, "Let me guess, is there a female dwarf with hairy hands and feet inside? Or is it an orc? Every time Can you go to the zoo to sort out your crotch condition before you start working? Oh, I forgot. Everyone in the zoo was made bald by Chaka." The young man said in a weird manner.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Just as Chaka was about to fight back, Szot raised a hand to interrupt him.
"That's enough. Let's go and do an inventory." The population officer said slowly, "Don't kill too many people this time. Especially this year's newborns, take them all away. This is an order from above."
"Huh? Then I..." Chaka said.
"Don't let me see it. It's disgusting." Stewart sneered and turned his horse's head, "I'd rather watch wild turkeys."
"Is this another custom of yours?" They walked into the village, and Nesai came to his senses. It turned out that it was Ke Qil who had ended the discussion and asked him in a low voice.
"These people are taking the newborn away."
Yi Cha also spoke to him, "We can let them do it for us. When they gather all the newborns in Moonfall Land together, we can then choose among them. That will be much easier."
"yes……"
Nesse didn't know how to answer for a while, so he thought for a while and said, "This was rarely the case in the past years. Could it be that they are also looking for the son of the guardian?"
"It's up to you to worry about this." Yi Cha said.
"what do you mean?"
"I said."
Yi looked at him and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. "This matter is very simple for me. I find the son of the guardian and take him away. If I encounter a believer of the Featherless One, I will contact Sariel. If I encounter the dark shadow of the conspiracy, I will eliminate him.
The history here is a bit interesting - mainly because I think of Yi Fomie's random actions at that time, which led to the current nondescript situation in this place.
But overall, I don't care too much.
If any material creature insists on fighting with me, or if anyone wants to resist, I will inevitably make them bleed into a river - after all, this is too easy for me, and it is not even considered killing. Like a ship knocking off barnacles on sea rocks on its way forward. "
"But it should be different for you. After all, you may still think that they are all your compatriots."
He shrugged, "Have you thought about it clearly? This is what you should be worried about."
Nese was stunned.
"It's okay. It won't happen." Ke Qier saw this and comforted him, "He won't do it, and neither will I."
"You're so annoying." Yi Cha said calmly.
Nese opened her mouth, but still couldn't speak, and remained silent.
The ground by the well not far from the end of the village was crowded with people. Women with dusty faces hugged half-grown children. Several old people were leaning against each other like collapsed brackets, while young adults were pushed into another pile.
If you look carefully, you can see that their eyes are of different colors, and even have slit pupils and vertical pupils. Many of them have strange lines on their faces, and there are abnormalities in the direction of their bodies, their auricles, the bridge of their noses, between their eyebrows, and their foreheads - they should be Resulting from mixed blood with non-human races, two thugs with leather whips around their waists guarded them - it was not difficult at all, because their hands were tied behind their backs.
Poch has always adopted a high-pressure policy towards non-human races. The Moonfall Land must have been preserved because it was traditionally the territory of druids. In addition, quarrying in the Flame Cave is very difficult and dangerous. Only experienced local workers can do it. A mixed race gathering area.
Nese had heard about this all the time since he was a child, but had never thought about it carefully. At this moment, he stared at them with a strange feeling in his heart.
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