The first two thousand one hundred and seventy-ninth chapters
Bagong Mountain is not far from Yunling City.
The king of kings often went to this mountain to practice.
In just a few minutes, Xu Zhi had already seen Tuo Guhong.
At this time, personnel from the Inspection Department were stationed at Bagong Mountain, and any survivors found would be detained. If there was resistance, violence would inevitably be used.
A group of dwarves were knocked down together, and some centaurs had their four legs and arms tied up. They could only make an angry horse cry of "咴儿咴儿" on the ground.
"You know some communication methods, you can listen to their voices."
Tuo Guhong pointed at the dwarves and centaurs.
The elves before had been reluctant to cooperate, but these creatures were more violent.
It was difficult for both parties to communicate through language, and they inevitably encountered violent resistance during the arrest.
There were a few dwarves who were quite strong, and the inspection department personnel couldn't resist them for a while, so they had to ask for help.
Even Xu Zhi, who was far away in Kyoto, paid attention to the survivors, not to mention Tuo Guhong, a local person.
More than a minute after Xu Zhi arrived, he saw several inspectors from the Fourth Institute hurriedly arriving in small aircraft.
In terms of the time it takes to deal with emergencies, Southern Yunnan Province has done a pretty good job.
However, the two most powerful bosses of the Inspection Department were present, so the inspection inspectors from the Fourth Institute immediately lowered their heads and waited quietly for the opinions from above.
"They just cursed and cursed, feeling like they had somehow entered the world of demons."
Xu Zhi translated it for a while, and after looking at it for a while, he found it difficult to have the image of these dwarves in his mind.
Dwarves are short and like to grow beards, so it is difficult to identify them carefully.
Not to mention the centaurs.
Rao Xuzhi has adapted to the image of many races, and it is difficult to identify.
He remembered Bei Shaofen only because he took his bow and had a beautiful sister.
But the dwarves are nothing special, and the centaurs don't even have beautiful sisters.
More than ten years have passed since he entered the ruins of the Luo family, and Xu Zhi could not have much of a deep impression at this time.
After thinking for a few seconds, Xu Zhi began to call the torture center and asked everyone to bring Bei Shaofen and other elves.
"Are we going to kill them all here, or do you have other opinions?"
Many great cultivators have entered the Luo family ruins, know the nature of the elves, and know that these are not demonic creatures in South Australia.
But Tuo Guhong is also worried about encountering an unexpected accident that is difficult to resist.
There are many ways of demons and demons in the ruins. Great cultivators can resist, but this does not mean that ordinary people have the ability to resist.
Should we use one-size-fits-all measures to eliminate future troubles like Northern Xinjiang and South Australia, or should we accept the remnants like Xiliu Kingdom and slowly assimilate them, or let this group of people die out as time goes by.
There are many voices mixed in with the opinions on how to deal with the survivors.
However, after the Oro City tragedy, the voice of one-size-fits-all has become louder, and more people prefer the model of eliminating the other side.
"As long as they are willing to abide by the law, Dongyue's huge country will not be unable to tolerate their survival," Xu Zhi replied.
"Then your suggestion is to converge?"
"Barely so." Xu Zhi nodded and said, "We have even controlled Tuma, Sgard, and Galt. There shouldn't be a big problem in controlling some of the relic forces. Maybe we can turn them into ethnic minorities and eventually assimilate them."
"Where are those skeletons?" Tuo Guhong asked.
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. They are already dead. They don't have much sanity left, and we can't control the undead."
When Xu Zhi narrated, Tuo Guhong also nodded in agreement.
The undead are a race that is not suitable for integration. When everyone in the old world yelled and beat them up, this race was also unpopular in reality.
If one day, the undead rush into reality, they will be greeted with a ruthless blow.
Thinking about the possible existence of barbarians, big-eared monsters, cavemen, and dark elves, even Xu Zhi had a headache.
Any decision made at this time will affect the future trend.
If you think about fusion, you can't kill before fusion. Any murder may become the trigger for disintegration in the future.
Integration can eliminate the possibility of war and prevent the peace we have from turning into confrontation.
And one-size-fits-all requires continuous investment of manpower. Faced with the possible influx of remnants from all directions, it will cause people to panic, and even the forces within the ruins will discover the truth and lead to war.
Xu Zhi was more inclined to use the peaceful method of "using barbarians to control barbarians".
As he kept looking around, he had already seen the figures of Bei Shaofen and other elves.
Being driven here by electric vehicles, these elves were obviously a little surprised. They looked around from time to time, looking at the technology that was completely different from the ruins.
"Bei Shaofen, do you know these friends from the dwarves and centaurs?" Xu Zhi said.
"Are you Elder Bifo from War Village No. 17?"
After Bei Shaofen bowed slightly, he also began to identify.
"Wow, yeah, I'm Bifo, please save us, we've been caught by a terrible demon..."
"Hey, we are from War Village No. 17. Which village are you from? Didn't those human demons capture you?"
The dwarf elders and centaurs spoke one after another and started some basic exchanges.
With Xu Zhi's intervention, Bei Shaofen also began to mention some real-world perceptions and policies.
"In other words, we can only temporarily live in this world?" asked the dwarf Elder Bifo.
"This is probably the only way. Fortunately, we met the War Messenger," Bei Shaofen replied.
Xu Zhi has a high prestige among the elves. After Bei Shaofen introduced him, the dwarf Bifo also began to salute. The centaurs lost their temper and lowered their heads to watch the discussion.
"The world seems to have undergone some strange changes. Maybe you have more companions who accidentally ended up here."
Dwarves and centaurs also traveled into reality, but their methods were not much different from Bei Shaofen.
This made Xu Zhi and Tuo Guhong feel a little worried, wondering whether the ruins would start a large-scale invasion.
"That's right, that's right, there must be many companions coming."
The centaur leader on the side nodded vigorously.
"Lord War Messenger, can they provide us with more millet cakes to eat?"
Some elves were biting into the dry food provided by the Inspection Department, eating it with gusto, and asking some very practical questions.
The main reason for the demons in the Nan'ao ruins to start a war is food, and this is also a problem that the creatures in the Dongyue ruins need to face.
Entering another world for the first time, everything is not yet stable, let alone a stable source of food.
"Enough!"
Xu Zhi patted the other party on the shoulder.
Compared with endless troubles and local wars, if partial food can solve the problem, then that is the best solution.
Even if the entire Eri Kingdom's elves enter reality, there may only be a few hundred thousand, so supply is not a big problem.
It can be sustained in the short term, but if long-term settlement occurs, the elves who are extremely good at planting must have adapted to the environment and entered the stage of self-reliance.
"Use them to persuade the remnants who enter our world?"
While Xu Zhi continued to communicate, Tuo Guhong also understood most of it.
"That's right. Only in this way will we not go down the old path of the Xiliu Kingdom and cause many domestic conflicts, nor will we trigger a large-scale war like Northern Xinjiang."
There are many large and small relics, the strength of the immortals varies, but the reason is just to endure the limitations of heaven and earth.
Once this restriction is lifted, some people will return to considerable fighting strength.
Xu Zhi did not let go of his vigilance.
For Dongyue, partial assimilation is a good option.
It was difficult for him to carry out this kind of persuasion every time, but Bei Shaofen, the dwarf elder Bifo, etc. were all seeds.
As long as this group of people are calmed down and have no rebellious intentions, the subsequent confrontation will be easier.
Even the elves and other races are all soldiers, and they can also borrow the power of certain advanced creatures.
This is not a burden, as long as it is used in the right situation, it can still bring positive effects.
"But we have to fight when we should," Tuo Guhong said.
"That's right." Xu Zhi nodded and said, "I hope they are not qualified to penetrate into our world."
When the two of them were talking, it was obvious that they were talking about the most numerous creatures scattered throughout the Dongyue ruins.