Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 148 The pain of fusion

"Are these bugs related to spirit embers?"

Heine was confused.

Listen to what they have to say and judge from the current situation:

This is either a parasitic source of infection or a party leading the way.

Or both.

He didn't dare to carry this guy to the airship yet.

God knows how ugly the scene would be if he blew himself up.

Since they didn't let Xiaobei come to purify it, it means that the holy light is useless.

Since it is a spirit ember, the arena magic circle may be useful.

After some thought, Heine made a decision.

He asked someone to find a cart carrying grain, and asked Teacher Xia to carry the elf named Ivica onto it.

"Avoid the others and go around in a circle to the lumber camp."

Then he asked Mr. Sa to get on the airship and go to Kitile Farm to shake people and find Linumu.

“Damn, he actually asked me to pull the car, this is so embarrassing!

"Now that my students can see it, my aloof persona is completely gone!"

Teacher Xia pulled the cart and left cursing.

Fortunately, the group of brats headed by Ravan are not here.

Mr. Sa: "Why are you like Wei Dianyuan?"

Wei Dianyuan: "?"

...

Seeing the elf being taken away, the crowd of onlookers suddenly became restless.

Bedivere is working with Lord Jones to calm their nerves.

The elves were able to suppress their restless mood towards the former, their benefactor and golden citizen.

But for the latter, some people are not so polite.

"Where was our Ivica taken by that undead spirit?"

Jones wiped his sweat: "Well... I don't know. Mr. Heine has his own arrangements. It's always right to listen to him."

"Oh? Who is the lord?"

"It's just that you can't even make the decision in this kind of thing?"

"You are half-elf's blood after all."

A few words such as "Penny" were faintly heard from the crowd, but they were quickly stopped by others pulling their sleeves.

Jones was livid but did not have a seizure.

This group of people was easy to manage at first, and they even knew they were grateful.

In the past two months, locals who have been away from home have come back to spend the winter. Together with the refugees who continue to come to seek refuge, the total population of Green Leaf Town has exceeded 6,000.

Among them, the number of elven refugees is close to a quarter.

This is when the contradiction becomes apparent.

They spent the initial honeymoon period with the locals, but friction gradually increased and relations deteriorated.

Still, the filter breaks down too slowly.

The low profile of the locals has inadvertently fostered the bullying instinct of outsiders.

Coupled with the fact that more and more familiar faces gave them enough confidence, they no longer looked like refugees living under someone else's roof.

There was a lot of noise, and Bedivere's face didn't look good.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

Jones looked back and saw that it was Heine who had arrived.

He breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief and stood behind the consultant in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

He didn't dare to look at Heine's disappointed eyes and could only smile sarcastically.

He was completely convinced by this young consultant and had no other unnecessary thoughts.

Heine walked up to the crowd with a faint smile on his lips.

He glanced at every pointed ear present, and everyone he saw lowered their heads uncomfortably and avoided sight.

"It's snowing, winter is coming."

Heine said slowly:

"So, starting today, the door will be closed and no more refugees will be admitted."

Whispers suddenly spread from the crowd.

"Then...what if someone comes again?" Someone raised his voice deliberately.

Heine asked: "Who is speaking?"

The man immediately shut up and shrank into the crowd.

But this ostrich behavior is obviously useless.

Wei Dian Yuan's nine question marks had already flown into the crowd and circled around him.

The crowd cheered and dispersed, making him and the burning black question mark particularly conspicuous.

The elf's legs were weak.

He trembled and said: "S-Sir, I am a friend of Ivica's father. I just asked him..."

"Oh? Are you talking about the dangerous person full of insect eggs just now? Do you know him?"

"One, full of insect eggs?"

Everyone was surprised.

"No, no, no, I don't know him, not at all..."

The elf quickly waved his hand in denial.

Heine smiled: "It's okay if you don't know me.

"He is wearing Cuiyeting's military uniform, which has not been changed for at least a month. He is obviously a defector.

“Something penetrated his heart, but the person is still alive, but the price is that there is something in his body.

"Obviously, he came here to infect you. I just temporarily isolated him to find a treatment."

After a pause, he continued:

“The Blight Scar rebels are at the end of their rope, and they have obviously set their sights on this place.

"In other words, after this, anyone who knocks on the door may have the same purpose as him.

"Sir, you also said it's 'possible', but what if it's not possible..."

An old elf man stepped forward and argued with reason:

"We cannot just watch our compatriots die of cold and hunger!"

Heine recognized the man.

He is the leader of the refugees. The elves call him "Old Joe" and the players secretly call him Old Joe.

In the game, after the birth of the Scorching Mountains, the player exiles from the east were commanded by him, and he was a very prestigious old man.

This is true.

Lao Qiao took the lead in organizing a material exchange meeting a month ago, turning the refugee camp into a talent market, subtly improving the increasingly embarrassing situation of the elves - before this, they were pure dung-making machines.

At the same time, the spread of elf culture has also made the filter that was supposed to break faster show signs of reshaping.

Jones wouldn't be like this if he had half his skill.

Heine nodded: "I understand what you mean, and I will not stop your self-dedication.

“You can walk out of this door with your food and charcoal and stay outside with your people.

"When winter is over, if you are still alive, I will let you in then."

When he said this, Lao Qiao suddenly lost his temper.

The elves also looked at each other.

It seems that the lives of our compatriots are not that important anymore.

"Besides...I've heard something recently."

Heine changed the topic and his eyes became unfriendly.

“I heard that you dislike the local residents who come to serve as volunteers because they don’t know Elvish and even speak rudely.

"I think it's important for you to realize that this is the McCalla Mountains, not the Whispering Woods.

"You are refugees who have been taken in by the locals, not guests invited to do something tyrannical! So it is also your obligation to learn the common language.

"It just so happens that my skeleton has also been learning Common Language for two months. In three days, I will take out a test paper.

“All those of appropriate age will receive a warning if their Common Language is not as good as the average of the three of them.

“There will be a second exam in a week and then a third.

"Collect three warnings and you will get an opportunity to venture deep into the forest. I hope you will cherish it."

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking at the livid faces of the elves.

Bedivere hurriedly followed.

"Mr. Heine!"

Heine turned around: "If I were you, I would already be tutoring them in Common Language."

"Ah I……"

When Beckham hesitated, Heine had already led Jones away.

At this time Wei Dianyuan came over.

"If you want to make up lessons, please take me with you."

...

Heine took Jones to the lumber camp.

Heine couldn't say much to this lord who was full of shortcomings but whose only advantage was that he was obedient.

"It's okay for you to talk to that Joe. He's a lord better than you."

Heine hated that iron could not make steel.

"Don't you have a consultant here..."

Jones smiled sarcastically.

Heine was too lazy to care about him.

On the magic circle in the arena, the unconscious Ivica was penetrated by the silver thread of the magic circle.

Without Heine taking action, the Yuanling soldiers surrounded the black insect eggs.

But it was just to surround but not kill.

According to the last conclusion, the silver element and the black spirit embers are both the dead forms of the element.

The silver Yuanling soldiers are also "undead creatures".

So the two are not in a restrained relationship.

Instead, they are a bit like skeletons and evil spirits, different types of "undead creatures".

However, because there are far more spiritual embers outside the McCalla Mountains than here, it is more like the story of orange growing in Huainan.

Not long after, reinforcements arrived.

Linumu walked in, followed by an expressionless Dylan.