Super Floating City

Yarantir. floating city.

"This way! This way!" Man shouted, waving a small flag.

The number of these refugees from Zenda is simply too large. Even with a floating city as the backing, it would be very troublesome for Stephen to accept them all at once. The food in Arantier 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, they are not enough at all, although Countess Illya sent people to prepare a lot, even Some of them were expropriated from ordinary civilians, but they still couldn't satisfy such a large number of refugees. Most of them are now temporarily housed in simple tents.

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

"Are they from Crescent Moon? They look different from us!..."

Many residents of the Northland are looking at these Crescent Moon refugees with curiosity and pity at the moment, because they were also refugees not long ago, so their attitude is quite friendly now. The degree of racial integration in the North is not bad, at least humans and Argonians can coexist peacefully, without any obvious racial xenophobia.

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

"These crescent moon people look different from us..."

"Look!"

"That man's ears! . . . They seem to be elves from legend! . . . "

The survivors of the crescent moon are mainly humans, and the oriental race accounts for nearly 70%. The aborigines of Motera call them "the ancestors of the east". During the heyday of the ancient shaman civilization, most of the human beings with oriental features migrated to the crescent moon for some reason.

The appearance of the elves caused the exclamation of many aborigines. Many of them saw the legendary elves for the first time in their lives.

The tree elves on Crescent Moon are almost extinct. The surviving ones are the prairie elves. They are thin and tall. They are not as elegant as in the stories and legends. On the contrary, they seem a bit rude because they have been with humans for too long. This line of elves has serious mixed blood. It was originally born from the combination of exiled elves and humans. Most of the prairie elves are half-elf. After the mixed blood, many prairie elves have obvious characteristics of yellow skin and black hair. However, the appearance of the elves still aroused the amazement of many people. The innate advantages of this race are still very obvious, and it is basically impossible to find particularly ugly ones.

"Look!"

"Those people are so short! Are they dwarves?"

There were some short halflings mixed in the crowd, and the aborigines still couldn't tell the difference between dwarfs and halflings, and most of them hadn't even heard of the existence of halflings.

"Wow!"

"Look quickly! The person walking over there is so tall and strong!..."

"Are they descended from giants?"

Some Vrykul women and children appeared at the back of the line. They were generally taller than 2.1 meters and had a strong physique. Even women had muscular bodies. Many Normans were ashamed to see them. You must know that they have always been Strong and proud. Compared with these vrykul now, many Norman men find themselves inferior even to 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 were male and female, but their faces were immature. They all looked like half-grown children. The tallest was nearly six or seven meters tall, and the shortest was four or five meters tall. . These are the last bloodlines of the cloud giants on the crescent moon, and may also be the last batch of pure-blooded giants in this world. In order to avoid this genocide, Stephen sent them to Yarantir in advance. The other giant races on the crescent moon have been completely extinct. The last hill giant tribe was slaughtered by the ancient evils in the dark age. The only surviving one is this cloud giant.

The other races from Crescent Moon aroused the exclamation of the aborigines. Perhaps because of their past sympathy, many people chose to help.

The current residents of Arantier are mainly refugees from the Northland. They were displaced due to wars and monster attacks. They were the first refugees taken in by Stephen, and later settled here under the arrangement of Countess Illya. At present, the residents of Arantier include Normans, Highlanders, Southerners, Argonians, Dwarves, and forest guards, etc. Those refugees from Crescent Moon are also surprised that there are still people with light blue skin in this world. Humanity.

"Huh! I'm exhausted!"

Man ran towards the square with a small flag, and yelled loudly before getting close: "Sister Tinax! There are too many people! There is almost no room for the tent area!"

Tinaux frowned slightly when she heard this, and said softly: "I see. I will go to Countess Elijah to discuss it now."

In the center of the square in the floating city.

Relying on the power of the Rainbow Bridge, refugees from Crescent Moon are still being sent here, but the number of refugees has exceeded the limit that Yarantir can bear. It is not easy to accept millions of refugees even with the power of one country, not to mention that Arantier is just a newly revived city. As a large number of refugees were sent here, food, clothing, housing and transportation were all major problems, and many of them were seriously injured. At this time, the weather seems to be unfavorable, and the dark clouds are gathering, and there may be a storm in the afternoon.

"Lady Elijah!"

"I'll leave it to you for the time being!"

Prophet-Ankara frowned and looked at the weather. The sky over Arantir was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a rainstorm was about to happen. A sudden rainstorm at this time is not a good thing.

then.

The leader of the Blind Witches Guild picked up her staff, and teleported to the position of the astrologer, and then she placed a staff on the ground, accompanied by the sound of incantations, in a whirling tornado one by one The figure of the lower wind dwarf gradually emerged.

"Who is calling me?" the lower dwarf slowly asked while watching the witch in front of him.

Prophet-Ankara's expression was very calm at the moment, she stared at the lower wind djinn in front of her, and said in a deep voice: "Dispel the dark clouds in the sky. I don't want it to 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 and rushed straight into the sky.

Then I saw the dark clouds being blown away by the strong wind, but after a while, the sun shone on the ground again, and the scene of the storm just now had completely disappeared. The wizards have some spells that can drive the elemental genies to work for them, but this also requires payment and a price.

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