Sodofei felt like she had turned into the wind, traveling quickly through the familiar city.
Groups of dwarves, houses burned by flames, dead wood guards trying to maintain order but being restrained by iron chains, all kinds of hard-to-see sights flashed before Sodofei's eyes, and then fell far away from her.
Rear.
Before Sodofei could clearly see the situation in front of her, the elf in black had already stopped.
"We're here." The words of the elf in black came again, containing a reassuring calmness.
"This is..." Sodofei looked around. There were many elves dressed in the same black clothes around. They had gloomy expressions and were constantly wiping their weapons. "The station of the undead-killing troops?"
"You have heard about my troops, it seems I don't need to explain to you." Ivor said slowly.
"Your troops..." Sodofei noticed the anomaly in Iver's words. Before she could ask any more questions, all the elves in black not far away became restless.
"It's the leader! The leader is back!" An elf in black shouted loudly, and more and more elves in black gathered around.
Not far away, Hakkasi walked out of the largest tent. He did not get closer like other elves, but looked at Ivor in the distance with a worried look in his eyes.
"Protect her. If anyone wants to hurt her, they must step over your body first." Putting Sodofei down carefully, Ivor ordered to the elves around him.
"Yes." The elves around him replied solemnly.
Several elves stepped forward to support Sodofi, who was struggling to stand, but Sodofi just looked at Iver absentmindedly: "You... are you the leader of the undead-killing army, the hero Iver?"
"Are you surprised?" Noticing the change in Sodofei's expression, Ivor was a little confused: "You are safe now. You don't have to worry about the dwarves in the riot. You can wait here for the riot to end."
"Take care of her." Seeing that Sodofei stopped talking, Ive didn't ask any more questions and walked towards the camp.
Returning to the camp with Hakasi Lu, Ivo asked her: "I heard that there is a riot in the city. What is the current situation?"
Hakashilu shook his head and clenched his hands hidden under the black robe into fists: "The situation is not ideal. The source of the dwarves' rebellion is related to you."
"Oh?" Iver's eyes narrowed and he asked, "What is it specifically?"
"Remember Fiat Lord?" Hakasi sighed: "A surviving dwarf exposed Fiat's crimes. The city lord Ivo always valued the undead-killing troops composed of elves and suppressed the matter.
, but the dwarf actually came up with another way to use his tribe to spread the news, which eventually turned into this riot."
"Damn it!" Ive shouted angrily.
"Long before the riot, I was aware of the hidden danger and wanted to get rid of the dwarf directly, but Jenny stopped me several times. I couldn't help but fall out with the witch directly, which eventually led to the current situation." Ha.
Kasi Lu sighed.
Ivor angrily shouted: "Those stupid and useless dwarves, don't they understand that all of this is the result of the Necromancer? Thousands of Eli creatures have died at the hands of the Necromancer.
I haven’t seen these dwarves unite to fight back against the necromancers. They will only focus on the elves’ problems, start such riots, and destroy internal unity!”
"They don't dare to face a stronger enemy and only dare to swing their weapons at the elves who are also victims. Do they really think that the elves are easy to bully?"
The aura of a legendary hero was released from Iver, attracting the attention of the black-clothed elves in the camp.
"Calm down, Lord Iver." Hakashilu said softly.
She used her still intact left hand to touch the front of Ivor's body, and wiped the blood stains on his black clothes that had not yet dried, which were left by the previous dwarf.
"Where is the city lord Ivo, will he tolerate the rebellion of those dwarves?" Ivo took a deep breath and asked.
"The rebellion that broke out among the dwarves involved a racial conflict between them and the elves. The Elf King sent a human to deal with the matter, and the city lord Ivo could no longer intervene."
"A human? Which human among Eri is qualified to handle the racial conflict between elves and dwarves?" Ivor asked in a deep voice.
"The epic hero Memphela, the seventh seat of the guardian of the jungle, is not as easy to talk to as Ivo. I'm afraid she will come to us soon and ask us to hand over the Fiat."
"The seventh seat..." Iver thought about it for a while, understanding how difficult this epic hero was.
The Jungle Guardian is an important organization that maintains peace in Eri. It will combine their strength and contribution to rank the seats of the creatures who join it. The top ten seats will form the upper council of Eri, and discuss the issues in Eri with the Elf King.
Various decisions.
Among the jungle guardians, there are all kinds of powerful creatures in Eli. Even Iver himself is only the fourth seat. The arrival of Memphela undoubtedly showed Iver the attitude of the upper council.
Seeing Iver's thoughtful expression, Hakashilu lowered his head and said, "Lord Iver, I have already thought of a feasible way to resolve this riot. Please make your final decision."
"Tell me about it." Ivor asked with interest.
"Yes. The first way is to channel the anger in the hearts of the dwarves from the elves to the necromancers. This requires Lord Fiat to make a sacrifice. We will hand him over to the dwarves as a necromancer and let them
The dwarf vents his anger." Hakashilu said slowly.
"How to explain our protection for him? And how to ensure that he will not betray us? He is not a real necromancer. This statement is difficult to believe."
"There is a special kind of crystal circulated among necromancers, which they call the necromancers' crystal." Hakashilu explained: "With the help of the necromancers' crystal, we can make Fiat a real necromancer." p>
"All Eli creatures know that the undead-killing troops hate the necromancer deeply, and there is no way they can protect the necromancer. Our protection of him can be explained as being deceived by the necromancer."
"As for how to shut up Fiat..." Hakashilu said calmly, with a desire to take credit from Ivor in his eyes: "Cut off his tongue, or directly hand over his body to the dwarves, anyway.
In front of those angry dwarves, his body will soon be torn into pieces, and no one will be able to detect the abnormality by then."
"As long as you can direct the dwarves' anger towards the Necromancer, you can successfully escape from this matter."