As soon as he entered the refugee camp, Ai Lan found that the buildings inside were very dilapidated.
And the roads here are very dilapidated, full of mud and weeds.
It's said to be a road, but it doesn't look like there is a road at all.
If it weren't for the footprints and tread marks all over the ground, it wouldn't be a problem to call this place a wilderness.
After entering this kind of place, a word immediately popped into Ai Lan's mind: slums.
After following the farmer for a while, he became more and more convinced that this was a slum.
It's just that this place is located in the wild, which is very different from the slums in the city.
First of all, there is obviously no ruler in the refugee camp.
Ai Lan asked the farmer and found out that most of the guys in the camp entered random portals when they were fleeing.
Then in the blink of an eye, he appeared in this refugee camp.
This place is located deep in the forest and is surrounded by deserted areas. This group of refugees don't know where to go if they want to leave.
This month is the Monster Month again, and the wilderness is extremely dangerous.
Not a high-level creature or elite unit, traveling alone is simply courting death.
"Why don't you get together and try to explore the road together."
The group of cavalry that just rushed out of the camp had very good combat effectiveness.
"You mean them?"
As soon as he mentioned that group of miscellaneous cavalry, a mocking smile appeared on the farmer's face.
"It would be nice if these guys didn't fight themselves."
"If you expect them to go out to explore the road, you might as well expect an angel to come to the camp, hahaha."
This joke seemed very funny. The farmer held his belly and laughed for a long time.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener Ai Lan picked up a lot of things from it.
“Have angels really appeared in refugee camps?”
"No, no, no, this is just a rumor."
"Legend has it that not long ago, an angel suddenly appeared in the refugee camp on the continent of Attis."
God knows how the rumors from another continent reached here.
But this extremely interesting legend has spread in almost all refugee camps.
"Well, it seems this is just a legend."
If the version hasn't been updated, maybe they can really hope for it.
But obviously, this BUG has been fixed, so don’t think about it for Angels. Tier 6 troops are somewhat possible.
"My lord, come and take a look at this place." The farmer took Ai Lan to a small hut.
"This is the residence of a sword dancer."
"Her name is Papara. She is very good. You will definitely like her."
"Hey, Papara, don't sleep, get up quickly."
The farmer banged on the door hard. After a long time, there was some movement in the house.
"What's the matter, Crow? You woke me up in broad daylight." An elf sword dancer dressed in cool clothes walked out of the house.
As soon as she appeared, Ai Lan immediately smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
Obviously, this is an alcoholic.
"Hiccup..." Papara yawned and glanced at Ai Lan from left to right.
"Hey, is there a new person in the camp?"
"Don't talk nonsense Papara, this guy just came from outside." Crow quickly introduced Ai Lan's identity and background, "He also brought a large group of soldiers with him."
"If we follow him, we can reach the nearest town safely."
It seems that Crowe is so enthusiastic and has his own little ideas.
But for such a small request, Ai Lan is free to accept it.
"Ms. Papara, can you introduce yourself?"
It is no secret that soldiers can be recruited in refugee camps.
Although Ai Lan came here for other purposes, he didn't mind recruiting a few good players to join the team.
"Okay, you see, I am a half-elf." Papara pointed to her ear.
The half-elf's ears are not as pointed as those of the elves. If you look carefully, you can still see the difference between her and the pure-blood elves.
"I was originally a resident of a half-elf kingdom, but during a war, I was separated from the rest of the army."
Papara briefly introduced his original country, which was a half-elf country on another continent very far away from here.
There are no pure-blooded elves in this country, nor are there any pure-blooded other races.
Those who established it and ruled it were all half-elves.
If it wasn't too far away, Ai Lan might have taken Ren to visit this magical country.
"While escaping, I accidentally entered a portal in the wild, and then came to this ghost place."
Although Papara has her own profession, she is not a soldier, let alone a combat elite.
According to her own statement, she is a sword dancer trainer.
She can take her sword dancers to train slowly in the training camp, and she can gain experience and level up without leaving home.
In addition, through the introduction of Crowe and Papara, Ai Lan roughly understood that most of the people in this camp were residents like them.
Residents are one of the most important assets of a country or a city.
Just like Crow, he is a farmer.
He can cultivate farmland outside the city, providing a town with an income of 200 gold coins per week.
In addition, there are blacksmiths, tailors, herbalists, carpenters, brewers, etc. in the camp.
These residents do not have high combat effectiveness, but they are one of the most important forces in a town.
After learning this, Ai Lan was already very excited.
If all these people can be included in the team, it will undoubtedly be very beneficial to his future urban development.
But Crowe's next words interrupted his sweet dream.
"Without territory, no one will be willing to follow you."
"What we want is a safe home."
Papara also quickly expressed his attitude, "If you want me to come with you, you can at least have a training camp and a small team of sword dancers."
"There's nothing, so what's the use of recruiting me?"
"Are you crazy to see me drinking and drinking there every day?"
What they said was indeed reasonable, but Ai Lan didn't want to give up just like that.
"Can you wait for me for half a month? I will have my own territory in half a month."
"If you can't do that, you can leave at any time."
Hearing his words, Crowe shook his head in disappointment, "I'm just a farmer, and I don't want to follow you running around in the wild."
