Chapter 252 The Kindness of People

"This is the best." Kaslana stood up, "I have already demanded a ransom from the Emerald Mother Ysera in the name of my grandfather for those green dragons in your hands who are unwilling to submit to you. Tomorrow, There will be a reply the day after tomorrow at the latest.”

"So fast?" Morea was stunned.

"Well, after I came back from the Kingdom of Bavaria, I immediately sent someone to deliver the letter." Kaslana showed a smile on her face, "Now the Emerald Mother Ysera's attention must be focused on the impending destruction of the Kingdom of Bavaria, She only wanted to gather her strength now, and after the Necronomicon Council left, she would go in and get a piece of the pie.

She may not have the energy to pay attention to the fact that you rebelled against her dozen or so dragons and came to trouble you. Therefore, it is most appropriate to ask her for a ransom at this time. "

"The kingdom that is about to be destroyed..." Hearing Kaslana's words, Morea muttered softly, and then fell silent. He thought of the ordinary humans who were struggling with the undead natural disaster.

Because the goal of the ancient dragons was only Bryant, after successfully capturing and sealing him, the ancient dragons took them to retreat directly, and they had no intention of being the messenger of justice at all.

The annihilation of the country in a hundred years is the strategic task of the Necronomicon Council. If you want to stop it, you must be prepared to go to war with the Necronomicon Council. And whether it is the ancient dragon or the dragon king, or even Bahamut, who is known as the god of good dragons, it is impossible for the human kingdom to fight the necromancy council.

They are the kings and gods of the dragon race, not the human race.

"Sister Kaslana, how are the 30,000 humans I rescued now?" After a while of silence, Morea stood up, walked to the crystal window, looked down at the city below, and asked in a low voice road.

"It's still being resettled." Kaslana walked to Morea's side. "It won't be long before they're all resettled. They will live on my territory without any worries."

"Yeah!" Morea nodded.

"What's the matter? Are you feeling sad for those humans?"

"What about the human beings in the Kingdom of Bavaria? Do they have to wait to die? No one saves them?" Morea murmured softly, with a trace of sadness in her eyes that Kaslana couldn't understand.

"The vast majority of people will turn into undead under the undead natural disaster, and only a small number of people will survive." Kaslana seemed to remember something, and her eyes showed admiration.

"Not all human forces ignore the kingdom of Bavaria, and there are still humans who will come to the rescue."

"Who?"

Kaslana did not answer,

Instead, she closed her eyes slightly, and under her, silently, a pattern of formations lit up. Morea watched this scene quietly, and he could feel that Kaslana was sensing something with the help of the Mage Tower.

"Not bad, there are such humans in my city." After a while, Kaslana opened her eyes, looked at Morea, and said something inexplicable.

"Let's go, I'll show you!" Seeing Morea's puzzled look, Kaslana took Morea's hand and opened a portal.

...

In the central area of ​​Bologna, there is a splendid building. Compared with the buildings next to it, the building seems to be sparsely populated. Above its gate, a line of words is inscribed in common language—the teleportation hall.

This is a high-level public facility that cannot be seen at all in ordinary cities. Although the flow of people is sparse, every human entering and leaving can make the surrounding passers-by frequently look sideways, showing awe, envy, or greed.

Because those who can enter and exit this building are either powerful professionals or wealthy businessmen. Anyway, in the eyes of ordinary people, as long as they can use the teleportation array, they are big men.

At this moment, under the strange gazes of passersby next to him, a middle-aged man in armor, with a long sword on his waist, and a shaggy beard walked to the teleportation hall, glanced at the words on it, and walked straight towards it. go.

"Tsk, look at the guy who just walked into the teleportation hall, the armor is so clean, it must be maintained regularly, but it is still broken like this. This guy must have no money, he is a poor ghost, I really don't know who gave it His courage went into the teleportation hall."

Seeing the shabby-looking middle-aged man walk into the teleportation building, an idle man sneered.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a force of force hit him, causing the idle man to pounce forward and roll a few times on the ground.

"Hey!" The idle man got up from the ground with a breath of cold air, turning around and glaring at the strong man who had just kicked him. "Are you sick! Labor and management provoked you to mess with you?"

The strong man had a gloomy face, without saying a word, he rushed forward, slapped the idle man in the face, a bloody tooth flew out of the idle man's mouth, the huge force made the idle man spin, and he lay on his head. On the ground, his eyes were just aimed at the door of the teleportation hall.

When Xianhan saw the down-and-out warrior who had just been mocked by him, when he walked into the teleportation hall, the brightly dressed and brightly armored "big men" all stepped aside one after another, with expressions of awe on their faces.

"Who is he?" The idle man had a doubt in his heart.

"Tyr's paladin is someone like you who can insult." A scolding sound came, and at the same time the idle man felt a huge force acting on his chest and abdomen.

I see! Because of the huge impact force, the idler fell into syncope shock instantly. Before fainting, he finally understood why he was beaten. Vaguely, he also heard the applause and scolding that deserved it...

"Dear paladin, what kind of teleportation array do you want to use? Teleport there?" When the middle-aged warrior who looked very down-to-earth walked into the teleportation hall, a staff member who maintained the operation here saw his armor. On, the balance scale on the warhammer, the holy emblem with the blue shield as the bottom, immediately greeted it.

"Super long-distance teleportation array." The paladin replied without hesitation, "Teleportation target, Bucharest."

Hearing the words of the paladin, more than half of the people in the teleportation hall turned to look at the paladin—the news that the Kingdom of Bavaria was chosen as the target by the Council of Necrons has spread throughout the Ionia continent.

"Sorry, Lord Paladin, Bucharest lost contact five days ago and could not be teleported." The young staff replied respectfully with a hint of respect.

"Can that be teleported to the Patrick Fortress in Orb Kingdom?"

"Okay." The staff who received the paladins looked at him with more respect. The Orb Kingdom was a neighboring country to the Kingdom of Bavaria, and the Patrick Fortress was located on the border between the two countries.

"How much does it cost."

"Because the distance is too far, it requires a lot of money. It requires 500 units of elemental crystals or 50,000 gold coins."

"Half-square elemental crystal." The middle-aged paladin frowned, he didn't have so much money.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

"Rescue."

"In this case, I can exempt you from the cost of fifty units." The young staff gritted his teeth and said so, he planned to use his savings to bear part of the cost for the paladin.

"You don't have to." The middle-aged paladin with a face of vicissitudes smiled, "I killed evil creatures and got some trophies. Can you see if you can mortgage part of the transmission fee?"

"can."

Several ogre heads, a bunch of vampire fangs, a dozen blood-stained animal skins, and a few bits and pieces of gems... The paladin took out some bits and pieces one after another, all of which were shot from him. from the evil creatures killed.

The pungent bloody smell permeated the teleportation hall, and more staff members, adventurers and businessmen who came in and out surrounded them.

"It's not worth 50,000 gold coins." Looking at the bits and pieces on the ground, the middle-aged paladin shook his head and began to take off his armor and put it in front of him.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Seeing the paladin who was disarming and receiving his staff, his eyes were red.

"My suit of armor is made of fine steel, doped with some low-grade supernatural metals, and the archbishop has given divine blessings. Although it is a little damaged, it should be worth some money."

"Cough, samurai, do you sell these trophies?" A potbellied businessman's face showed a hint of pain, then walked to the Paladin's side, looked at the ugly ogre heads, and held back The feeling of vomiting, asked aloud.

"I looked at the heads of a few ogres with neat cuts and good appearance...Bah, no, I looked at these fierce heads, and I just cut some pendant decorations in my home...Forget it, I just watched How many heads are pleasing to the eye, five thousand gold coins and one ogre head, do you sell them?"

"Five thousand gold coins! They are not worth so much." The middle-aged Paladin shook his head.

"I think it's worth it." The chubby businessman showed his snow-white teeth. With a wave of his chubby fleshy hand, he threw a bag of crystals into the arms of the paladin, and then asked the servants beside him to pick up all the heads of the five ogres. Leaving the teleportation hall and walking away, not giving the samurai a chance to speak at all.

Everyone in the hall looked at the back of the fat businessman leaving, and then all took action.

"Samurai, your vampire's fangs are quite white, sell me one thousand gold coins!"

"This leather is quite complete, and it is worth at least five hundred gold coins."

... After the fat merchant started, some merchants and adventurers in the hall followed his example and bought the paladin's booty at a price more than ten times its own value for various nonsense reasons.

In an instant, the paladin had tens of thousands of gold coins and more than 600 units of elemental crystals in his hands, and all the things he took out were rushing to buy them all.

"Thank you!" The middle-aged paladin clenched the sword in his hand and bowed to every merchant and adventurer who took his loot in a way that was almost forced to buy it, expressing his gratitude.

"Sir, the transfer fee is enough, put on your armor." The young staff reminded that the only thing the paladin didn't sell was the most valuable armor he took off.

"Um."