The season of autumn and winter gradually arrived.
The temperature in some places had gradually approached zero degrees, but the climate in the south was still relatively warm. Ryan glanced at the homeless man curled up in the corner. His thin linen clothes made him look a little pale. Ryan did not pay much attention to these people because he had seen many homeless people on the way to the south coast. Only in the richest south would there be fewer such refugees because they could go to the city of Mordor to rely on labor in exchange for food.
Ryan could not help but speed up his pace. With the arrival of the cold winter, the half-elves in Autumnfall should have a harder time than these people.
When he went to Mordor to try to visit His Excellency, some people in Autumnfall had already died of hunger and cold. When winter came, this phenomenon would become even more serious.
"Although I didn't see His Excellency."
Thinking of the harvest of this trip, Ryan could not help but feel a fire in his heart. He murmured, "but I finally got some good news. When I go back, I can organize people to prepare for the migration. "
It was not easy to see Søren. As the king of the three seas and the protector of the half-elves, he had too many important things to deal with.
However, Ryan still got the result he wanted. His Excellency was willing to accept the half-elves, but they needed to reach a position close to the coast, and then there would be warships to take them to Mordor. These people would be placed in newly built towns near Mordor. The treatment would certainly not be as good as the first batch of half-elves to migrate, but for Ryan, it was enough as long as his people would not die of hunger and cold.
The half-elves inherited the hard work of humans. They would use their hands to create wealth.
Humans were the most obsessed with farming, so the total population of humans completely crushed other races. The half-elves inherited this advantage, and they also attached great importance to farming.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
Ryan finally returned to Autumnfall. He did not know when there was a mass grave outside the city gate. As the climate became colder and colder, the lack of materials began to make the first batch of vulnerable people fall. Those who were sick, weak, and young. The atmosphere in the city became more and more silent, as if a storm was brewing. In order to prevent the emergence of the plague, the City hall took more measures. The atmosphere of darkness was spreading. Many half-elven refugees with numb expressions could be seen on the streets. Evil smelled the smell of despair here, and evil things happened one after another in the dark corners.
"Ryan!"
When a young guard saw Ryan, it was as if he had seen his savior. He said excitedly, "Heavens! You're finally back! "
"Do you know what happened in the city recently?!"
"Devil! … "
"This is simply a devilish act! … "
The young guard recounted a heinous and evil crime. Although the criminal had already been judged, a certain aura shrouded the sky above the city, as if waiting for its destruction. Ryan's face was solemn. What he heard was not just an evil crime, but something that could really be the work of the devil.
The demons had finally set their sights on this place.
Because of the death of Luoye City, because of the sins of Luoye City, because of the corruption of the Aristocratic Council, because of the despair of the lower class.
These were the nutrients that the devils desired the most!
Despair would destroy everything. Only despair could give them an opportunity to take advantage of. The shadows of the demons were watching covetously from the dark corners, ready to incite discord and ultimately destroy the city.
Ryan's appearance gave life to this lifeless city.
Because he represented hope at the moment, a hope from Mordor City, from His Excellency! People with numb expressions gathered around him. Their eyes showed a longing expression, as if they were so eager to hear the exciting news in their hearts!
An old man dressed as a businessman appeared and looked at him with inquiring eyes.
Ryan nodded gently, and a smile appeared on his face.
Cheers sounded!
After getting Ryan's confirmation, the people around could not help but burst into a burst of cheers. The atmosphere of despair faded, and the numb expressions became vivid. It was as if these people were full of vitality in an instant, and there was hope in their hearts again.
The hungry refugees stood up.
They gathered around Ryan. Although their stomachs were still empty, they did not know why there was a burst of strength in their increasingly thin bodies.
These people firmly believed that as long as they survived this period of time, they could say goodbye to suffering and have a new life when they reached Mordor City.
They were not lazy.
It was not their fault that caused all this. They were just some innocent and poor people with no power.
Vitality and vitality spread in Luoye City.
The real cold winter had not yet arrived, and they still had a chance and time.
However!
At this time, suddenly a team of cold-faced law enforcement team appeared. They violently dispersed the nearby crowd and even knocked some poor women and children to the ground. These people directly surrounded Ryan, and then a middle-aged man with a cold expression appeared. He was dressed as a noble, holding a sealed file in his hand, and there were two half-elf wizards next to him. The middle-aged man looked at Ryan with cold disgust, raised the file in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "This is the arrest warrant of the council!"
"Ryan."
"Put down your weapon! You have been arrested for treason. "
Treason?
A trace of anger appeared on Ryan's face, and this uncontrollable anger even made him want to kill the man in front of him.
There was a commotion all around. The people who had been dispersed seemed to have heard the middle-aged man's voice. Some of them even cursed and charged at the law enforcement team that surrounded him. However, these poor lower-class civilians had no strength at all. They were easily smashed to the ground. Streams of blood appeared. Some of them even fell just like that and never stood up again.
Ryan's eyes were red, and anger made him clench his fists, and blood vessels appeared on his arms.
Finally.
He slowly threw away his weapon and waved his hand to stop his companions who wanted to put their hands on the hilt of their swords to fight. It was very unwise to fight against the aristocratic council now. Although he had cultivated his own team in Autumnfall, it was impossible to fight against these traditional ruling forces. The middle-aged man revealed a satisfied and contemptuous expression. There was even a trace of disappointment because the ideal outcome would have been for Ryan to fight against the law enforcement team, then force out all of his accomplices, and finally kill them all in one fell swoop.
This way, they could save a lot of trouble.
The upper echelons of the aristocratic council always paid attention to these people, and their rule could not withstand another shake.
"Take him!"
The middle-aged man ordered coldly, and the law enforcement team next to him punched Ryan in the stomach, then locked his arms when he bent down, and then directly put the shackles on his body.
Waiting for him was a trial because he was one of the leaders of the underground forces of Autumnfall!
Autumnfall had not yet fallen.
The aristocratic council firmly believed that as long as they survived this winter, they still had a chance to survive this time. A little death and sacrifice were necessary. Although the lower class of Autumnfall had suffered, the aristocratic council still maintained the support of the army. As long as there was an army, there was a chance to turn the tables. They believed that there would be a chance to breathe after the winter. However, Ryan's actions undoubtedly pushed them to the edge of destruction. Waiting for this man would be a death trial because he was fighting against the ruling order of Autumnfall that had lasted for thousands of years.
If he succeeded, the rule of Autumnfall would really end.
The prestige of the aristocratic council could not withstand a second blow. They were frightened, desperate, and crazy, and even began to accept some dark forces to help them.
Despair always made people fall into darkness!
The atmosphere of chaos was further spreading, and a riot conflict seemed to be likely to happen soon because the law enforcement team had taken away their hope, which was tantamount to pushing them to the edge of madness.
Negative emotions were nourishing the evil force, and the desperate people seemed to be planning to attack the law enforcement team again.
Ryan stopped all this.
He only used two words to end all this, so that the gradually desperate people regained hope and temporarily gave up the idea of a life and death struggle.
"Pray!"
Ryan said these two words, and then many people quieted down.
Then, he walked with his head held high and let the law enforcement team take him away because he knew that the aristocratic council could no longer stop all this.
The power of prayer would bring their beliefs and prayers to His Excellency!
Perhaps one person's prayer could not tell His Excellency everything that happened here, but the prayers of thousands of people would eventually convey everything in Autumnfall to His Excellency.
He would never sit idly by and do nothing about all this!
Because he was the master of the half-elves, the protector of the half-elves, and the god that the half-elves served!
Autumnfall was shrouded in dark forces. They had evil purposes, nourishing sin with despair, and then quietly waiting for the destruction of the city. Finally, they would share a feast in the destruction.
This was a very rich fruit of sin!
Whether for the devil, the devil, or the evil god, this evil feast could bring them great satisfaction.
Ryan did not know his next fate.
He could only pin all his hopes on the city of Mordor, on His Excellency, because only he could save Autumnfall, and only he could save the half-elves here.
Chaos was the nourishment of sin, and the evil forces that traveled in the material plane finally stared at Autumnfall.
Winter.
The arrival of winter would be an opportunity. Hunger and death would bloom in the cold winter, the most beautiful and most ruthless flowers of sin.
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