Cthulhu Gonfalon

Of course, Xiong Xiong can't put the earplugs back into the world. This guy is very strong and his brain is very stupid. Maybe it will cause a lot of trouble when he gets to the world.

Therefore, he decided, in any case, to give a basic common sense to the "Wolf of the Wolf" in this backward era of 23,000 years.

This is really a very hard job, especially the one who is educated is still a fool.

What is it a fool!

It’s a fool!

In the next ten days, "it is a fool, don't know anything about idiots", and it appears repeatedly in Yuxiong's mouth and heart.

But after ten days, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He snarled and left a sentence saying, "Let Wo Wei come to teach you to forget it." He broke the pointer and the blackboard and ran away without looking back.

Only leaving the face of the ear, Seychelles sat at the desk, not knowing why the jellyfish teacher suddenly went mad.

"This little **** is the worst student I have ever taught!" Yuxiong muttered to himself, listless.

At this moment, he turned himself into an invisible void, floating in the air of the main plane, and swimming with the wind. It’s really like Zhuangzi’s so-called “Pan Ruo’s boat”, and it’s free.

However, his mood is very depressed and not at all happy.

The guy who carved Ears Mens was so stupid!

As an ancient demon, its intelligence is not low, at least the memory is very good. What Xiong teaches it, basically up to three times, it can be remembered. However, when it needs to turn "memory" into "thinking," it is very poor. For example, the male and female teach it one plus one equals two, then teach it one plus two equals three, and so on. Then ask it two plus three equals a few, it will think for a long time, try to remember, and finally look at the hero with a very pure look, answer "teacher, this you did not teach me."

......

Yan Xiong can endure so many days, even he himself admire himself.

But no matter how patient, today finally reached the limit.

"Hey! I hope that Wolverine can teach it well..." Yuxiong sighed deeply, burying his feelings about Wo Wei in his heart, and squinting his eyes and trying to relax.

Unconsciously, he fell asleep.

When he was sleeping, he suddenly heard a cry.

"Hey? Who is crying?"

Yan Xiong opened his eyes and looked at the place where the cry came from below.

It is also a coincidence that he floated so freely and unknowingly flew over the gold coin federation, just to see that the vast and vast migration team was marching slowly as if the ants were moving.

A cremation was being held in a small field near the migratory team. More than a dozen bodies were placed on the pile of wood, swallowed by the burning flame, and accompanied by the thick smoke and the crying of their loved ones, turned into piles of ashes.

Yan Xiong frowned and quickly descended to the height of the ground. He chose a strong man who looked like a cremation host. He used his power to detect his thoughts and learned the truth of the matter.

It turned out that these people are sick and dead.

Although the **** of plague used divine power to stop the outbreak of large-scale plague, but a large group of people traveled long distances in this increasingly hot weather, how could it not be sick?

Those young and strong, okay, old and young, once sick, even if they are treated by doctors, it is very difficult to get past.

Needless to say, most of the patients need to stay in bed and still need adequate nutrition. These two items cannot be met in the migration team.

In this case, the deceased naturally appears one after another.

At the beginning of the migration, the situation was still okay. However, as the time of migration has become longer and longer, people's bodies have become worse and worse, and the number of sick and dead people has gradually increased.

The brave man who presided over the cremation was a knight. He moved with the villagers under his control and went south from the north. In the process, there are always people who are sick and dead. Up to now, more than 400 people in a village have died more than one-tenth.

However, among the bodies that held the funeral today, only one of them came from his people. The rest came from other lords, because his neighbors had a large open space at the camp, so they were shipped here to cremate.

Looking at the grief-stricken faces of the thinned migratory men, Yan Xiong sighed and slowly flew.

Looking in the distance, you can see more than one smoke, and you can hear the crying from many places. With such a large migration team, many people die every day.

Yan Xiong frowned and flew to the migration team of the merchants.

There is also a cremation here, although the situation is much smaller than the aristocratic migratory team, but there is no big difference in essence.

The peasants were originally short of food and clothing, and they were struggling, and with their long journeys, their living standards were almost as low as they were. Even if businessmen are trying to maintain their lives, they can do very limited.

Of course, it is better to send people here than the aristocrats.

However, Yu Xiong carefully observed the migrants. Most of them are already very thin, although they are not as "skinny", but there is really no oil and water to consume.

(If you migrate again, it will take a long time to die!)

He frowned and his heart was worried.

Just then, he noticed a conversation.

It was a few young people who were talking to the priesthood and a small businessman who seemed to be the leader.

"Oh! Today is two more dead." The little businessman said with dismay, "Every day, there are people, even if there are doctors and pastors, there is no way..."

"The magic is not omnipotent, medicine is not." The priests comforted him. "Don't be too sad, you have tried your best."

"I think I should still be able to do better." The small businessman is gloomy. "If my strength is strong enough to be strong enough to influence the country's policies, it may be able to stop this big migration."

"But in that case, there may be war." The priesthood, as a member of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, is very clear about the reasons for the migration. He sighs, "The contradiction between the merchants and the aristocrats has reached a point where it is happening, if not If you want to move apart and separate each other, I am afraid I have already fought."

The little businessman sighed for a while and said: "If the big parliament can do it, maybe there is not so much?"

"It should be, my lord originally hoped that everyone would have any conflicts to sit down and talk about, even if some things can't be solved, first solve some of them." The priests showed an indignation and said with anger, "The eyes are light." Generations! Only one thing that thinks about 'may affect the inheritance rights' or 'the sacredness that hinders the nobility of the nobility', you don’t want to want to be really stunned, people are dead, and there is a ghost inheritance or Sacred!"

He obviously prefers the merchants to send, and he did not have any good feelings for the aristocratic faction. At this moment, the more he said, the more angry he was, and he continued to criticize the nobility.

The little businessman and several of his followers heard nodded and nodded.

Yan Xiong used their power to look at their hearts and found that they simply and unequivocally attributed the suffering caused by this great migration to the selfishness and short-sightedness of the aristocratic faction.

He shook his head and flew to the aristocratic side. He looked for it carefully, and sure enough, he was discussing the reasons for the great migration.

It’s just different from the merchants’ side. The nobility here blames the greed of the merchants. It is believed that the merchants are unscrupulously chasing wealth and status, and they will make things more and more difficult. Otherwise, everyone will live peacefully. Not very good!

All in all, a thousand words - one is the fault of the other side.

After carefully reading the situation on both sides, Yan Xiong shook his head and sighed, and found the goddess of wealth.

"I just went to the migratory team and saw it." He said, "I always feel that... they still seem to have another look!"