The tauren elder was stunned.
The referendum was held at breakneck speed.
Before the tauren could figure out how to defend themselves, the voting results came out.
Voting is prohibited except for tauren and centaur teams involved.
More than twenty other tribes actually united for the first time and voted for the newly-taken-over Centaur tribe in a referendum.
After years of struggle and struggle, this small patrol point was finally handed over to the centaurs.
The patrol team, which is not very rich in the eyes of the tauren, is already a good place for gilding and experience for the centaurs.
This is also the first time they have penetrated into the municipal management part of the inner city.
Although it is only a small law enforcement point, its significance to the entire ethnic group is extraordinary.
This is also thanks to the identification people who came to help, as well as the video of a certain night elf as a tainted witness.
This image was delivered to the Centaur by the Three-Eyed Crow, the messenger of the Necromancer, before the referendum.
It was the confession of such a nobleman that finally convicted the Minotaur.
It made the subsequent voting so smooth that it was ridiculous.
"Hmph! Just wait for me!"
The tauren who was beaten was very angry.
The tauren whose sternum was broken by the necromancer was a direct descendant of this elder.
He did not dare to bear grudge against the powerful necromancer.
But I heard that the real master of this night elf is actually someone else.
Then the Minotaur clan... can still be provoked.
Of course, if the other party is equally strong...
Isn’t it true that he still has some gold coins in his hand, which I heard his people owe to the night elf?
When the time comes, the debt will be paid off... and everyone will be settled.
But before that, they had to deal with the groups waiting outside the city lord's mansion.
Some of them breathed a sigh of relief and lost nothing. After seeing the results, they left very proudly.
And some of them were actually extorted from their money. There are quite a lot of losses.
They, the tauren, also want to take back the money that this tribe had spent on money and compensate the people who blocked the door.
"You, go and free the devil man."
Fortunately, the other party is also very tough and will fight at the law enforcement point for money rather than life.
Those hot-tempered people who can breathe fire are very concerned about the metal ore transported this time.
No matter how they coerce or induce me, they won't give me any money.
Therefore, it is still being held at a law enforcement point.
The tauren were right about one thing. Their batch of fat sheep really didn't produce any oil or water from slaughtering them.
It's really not the Minotaur's fault for not paying.
The tauren opened the door to the prison on the eve of the handover.
With blank expressions on their faces, they said to the demon men, "You can leave."
The devils who were cursing and cursing in the cell were stunned at first, and then they became happy.
"Haha, are you impressed by our strength, Master?!"
"Remember from now on, don't arrest anyone but us devils!"
"The strength of us devils is incomprehensible to outsiders!"
"Give us back our equipment! Bring it quickly. If you don't give us the equipment, we won't be able to go out!"
What equipment! The other captain of the tauren looked incomprehensible.
A member of the team who was following the minotaur for fishing and law enforcement whispered in the captain's ear: "When they came, they were wearing some big pants."
"After entering the prison, the conditions were so bad that my pants would get stained."
If it gets dirty, it will be a hassle to have no clothes to change.
So before they were imprisoned... they took the initiative to hand over their pants.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the Devil's upper body is always naked.
Because living in a magma zone...wearing clothes...is really useless.
If you don't come to Dark City for business...you probably don't need those pairs of pants.
Therefore, pants are also a very precious asset for devils.
"Give it to them quickly! Hurry!" The tauren felt that his head was about to expand into two sizes.
"Kick them out quickly! I want these people to disappear immediately!"
This is so embarrassing.
Failure is not shameful, but what is shameful is that it is such a shameful group of people, and their people have not squeezed out a penny?
This is a huge shame.
The devils who were driven out were still holding their pants in their hands, and they sneered at the door of the law enforcement point.
You don't even know who they are, and you want to blackmail them?
However, the Minotaur overturned their own car, so should they find another person to settle the score?
"Brothers? Shall we go?"
"But brother, we don't know where that night elf is?"
"Don't be afraid, we will go find a middleman and sell the ore shipped this time."
"Then go to the homes of those diviners and deliver the metal powder they ordered."
"As part of the reward, it is a very simple thing for people like them to calculate a person's residence for us."
"Let's go without further ado, we've been here for two days."
"If we don't deliver the goods, those damned people will lower the price again!"
The devilman determined his target and left without any delay.
This time has probably only passed three or four days.
Mai Fan, who had been waiting for a possible follow-up, became a little relaxed.
So, the Necromancer handled it well?
The owner of the mysterious shop came over later, mainly to see how the troll was absorbing the drug.
After confirming that there was no rebound or side effects, he also brought a piece of news to Mai Fan.
The leader of the troll clan also knew that the owner of the mysterious shop knew that he had the formula.
The other party did not impose too many restrictions on him, and actually agreed to sell some samples to his store for research.
This is good news for the boss, but he also brings bad news for Mai Fan.
Recently, I placed my shop in the deepest part of Mystic Street.
There are many of my old friends there, and we always get together to drink.
After knowing why my cetacean was not allowed to appear in the city, he gave me a message related to you.
Someone is checking where you live.
The people checking your residence are a very strange bunch.
It's Devilman.
These groups rarely interact with people who have knowledge and background.
I feel a little strange, so I came here to tell you.
As soon as he mentioned Devilman, Mai Fan knew why.
It's still a follow-up from the night elves. This little trouble shouldn't be considered a trouble at all.
Mai Fan expressed his gratitude to the shop owner for the reminder.
