Super Floating City

Yarantil. Floating city.

"Go this way! Go this way!" Yan shouted, waving a small flag.

The number of these refugees from Zenda is really huge. Even if there is a floating city as a backing, it is very troublesome for Stephen to accept them in one breath. Yarantil’s food is only enough for them to eat for more than a month, and now there are still several months before the autumn harvest. As for other daily necessities, it is completely insufficient, although the Countess Eliya sent a lot of people to prepare, even A portion was collected from ordinary civilians, but still unable to satisfy such a large number of refugees, most of them are now temporarily placed in simple tents.

The upper limit of the population that Arantil can accommodate is 200,000, and then other refugees must be arranged to the surrounding areas.

"Are they from Xianyue? It looks different from ours!..."

Many residents of the Northland are watching these lunar refugees with curiosity and compassion at the moment. Because they were also refugees not long ago, their attitude is quite friendly now. The degree of racial integration in the North is okay. At least humans and Yalongs can coexist peacefully, and there is no obvious racial xenophobia.

"Yellow skin, black hair, dark brown eyes..."

"These lunar men look different from us..."

"Look!"

"That man's ear!... They seem to be the legendary elves!..."

The survivors of Xuanyue are mainly human beings, of which the ethnicity of the East accounts for nearly 70%, and the indigenous people of Motorola call them ‘the ancestors of the East’. During the heyday of ancient wizarding civilization, for some reason, most humans with oriental ethnic characteristics migrated to the moon.

The appearance of the elves has caused many Aborigines to exclaim, and many of them have seen the legendary elven species for the first time in their lives.

The tree elves on the Xuanyue are near extinction. At present, the grassland elves are surviving. They are thin and tall, not as elegant as the story tells. On the contrary, they seem a bit rude because they have been with humans for too long. This elf species is severely mixed-blooded. It was originally born from the combination of exiled elves and humans. Most of the prairie elves are half-elven species. After mixing, many prairie elves have obvious yellow skin and black hair characteristics. However, the face value of the elf has aroused many people's awe. The innate advantage of this race is still very obvious. Basically, it can't be found that it looks particularly ugly.

"Look!"

"Those people are short! Are they dwarfs?"

There were some short halflings in the crowd, and the aborigines could not tell the difference between gnomes and halflings, and even most people had never heard of the existence of halflings.

"Wow!"

"Look at it! The people walking over there are so tall and strong!"

"Are they descended from giants?"

A part of the Viku women and children appeared in the rear of the team. They are generally more than two meters in height and have a strong physique. Even women have bodybuilding muscles. Many Normans are ashamed to see that they have always been Physically proud. Now compared with these Vrykuls, many Norman men find themselves unable to match women.

"Giant! Giant!"

"Look over there! Five real giants are coming!"

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Not far away, five burly giants appeared in front of them. They had males and females, but their faces were immature, and they all looked like half-size children. The tallest ones were nearly six or seven meters, and the shortest ones were four or five meters high. . These are the last blood giant bloodlines on the moon, and may also be the last batch of pure blood giants in the world. In order to avoid this genocide, Stephen sent them to Yalandil in advance. The other giant species on Xianyue have been completely extinct. The last hill giant tribe was slaughtered by ancient evils in the dark year. The only survivor at present is this cloud giant.

Other races from Xuanyue have caused the exclamation of the aboriginal people, perhaps because of the same symptom, many people chose to take the initiative to help.

The current residents of Arantil are mainly refugees from the North. They were displaced by war and monster attacks. They were the first refugees to be taken in by Stephen, and later settled here under the arrangement of the Countess Elijah. At present, the residents of Yarantil include Normans, Highlanders, Southerners, Yalongs, dwarves, and forest guards. The refugees from Xianyue are also surprised that there are still light blue skins in this world. Humanity.

"Hoo! I'm exhausted!"

Ma took the small flag to the side of the square and shouted loudly before approaching: "Sister Tinax! There are too many people! The tent area can't fit anymore!"

Tinaks frowned slightly, and said softly: "I know. I'm going to the Countess Eliya to discuss it now."

The center of the floating city square.

Relying on the power of the Rainbow Bridge, refugees from Xianyue are still being sent over continuously, but the number of refugees has exceeded the limit that Yarantil can bear. Even accepting millions of refugees with the power of one country is not an easy task, let alone Jalantir is just a newly revived city. As a large number of refugees are transported here, food, clothing, housing and transportation are a big problem, and many of them are injured. At this time, Tiangong seems to be unbeautiful. The dark clouds are gathering, and there may be a storm in the afternoon.

"Mrs. Eliya!"

"I will give it to you for the time being!"

The Prophet-Ankara frowned and looked at the weather. The dark clouds over the Jarantir seemed to be coming soon. A sudden rainstorm was not a good thing at this time.

So ~www.readwn.com~ The leader of the Blind Witch Club picked up his staff, a teleportation reached the horoscope, and then she placed a staff on the ground, accompanied by a chant of chants In a rotating tornado, the figure of a lower wind giant gradually emerged.

"Who is calling me?" The lower wind giant looked at the witch slowly.

The Prophet-Ankara's expression at the moment was very calm. She stared at the lower wind giant in front of her eyes and said in a deep voice: "Dispel the dark clouds in the sky. I want it to not rain for a few days."

The lower wind giant was silent for a moment, and then said: "As you wish."

His figure turned into a gust of wind rushing into the sky.

Then I saw that the dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind, but the kung fu sunlight fell to the ground again for a while, and the scene that had just been stormed had completely disappeared. The wizards have mastered some spells that can drive elemental giants to work for themselves, but this also requires payment and price.

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