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Volume 5 Dance of the Ice Dragon Chapter 4 Refugees

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    In today's world, swearing can only comfort others, but it cannot make people let down their guard.  Even the promises of bachelors and prophets are like clouds, light and fluttering, and will disperse when blown by the wind.

    So the village chief and pastor were dubious about Iweila's guarantee.

    Leo scanned their faces, and as expected, they were two frightened faces. The old wrinkles showed their fragile souls that had been scarred by rumors and fear.  Their eyes are cloudy and confused.  They were really old, the alchemist was acutely aware.

    "I still can't let go." The priest struggled and said, "That monster I'm afraid even you can't resist it."

    "I'm afraid you alone will be even worse." Leo pointed out cruelly.

    Iweila glanced at Leo complainingly.  "If it is true as you say, then even if the door is closed, it will not stop him."

    The village chief subconsciously looked towards the main entrance of the village, but the thick and cold walls blocked his view. Only the sound of the whirlpool whipped up by the cold wind slapping against the doors and windows echoed in the church.  He was like a frightened bird, even the slightest movement was enough to make him startled.  He turned to Iweila with fear and said tremblingly, "But we have no other way."

    "We are here."

    The village chief and the pastor looked at each other, but did not express their opinions for a long time.

    Leo was fed up with their distrust and the estrangement revealed in their words.  Every defensive movement and every evasive look they made seemed to regard them as the ferocious and cruel ghosts they said.

    "I have a way to get rid of you once and for all."

    This is more to their liking, but even their request seems insincere.

    The village chief asked without urgency, "What can you do?" His expression and tone seemed more perfunctory.

    The alchemist sneered coldly, "The best way is to pray to Ms. Andal, pastor." He stood up and looked up at the cold and heartless god. Her eyes were empty and there was no color on her face:  She was like a stone¡ªno, she was just a cold stone.  "Pray that she can grant you protection from evil, and pray that she can dispel darkness with light. Of course, what you should pray for most is that the other party will not come"

    "Go away, alchemist! Get out of here!" The priest suddenly shouted angrily.  Somehow, Leo's words seemed to hurt the amputation wound on his left leg.  "You don't believe her! It's not your turn to tell me what to do." He waved the cane emotionally, as if it were a sacred weapon in Andal's hand.

    The village chief also had anger on his face.  "You should go and rest, distinguished guests!" he said through gritted teeth.

    Leo shrugged indifferently.  This was exactly what he wanted.

    "Let's go, Iweila, I think the first thing we need to ensure now is a full meal and enough sleep." He took Iweila's arm and showed her a warm smile.  "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even have the energy to speak."

    Eweila sighed helplessly and was pulled up by Leo.

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Pastor. If possible, could you pray for me?" She saluted the pastor seriously, as if she was apologizing for Leo.  ¡°May the Holy Lady dispel the fear in your heart.¡±

    The pastor glared at Leo angrily and refused bluntly.  "I'm afraid I can't do it."

    ??Leo Ou was about to retaliate, but there was a burst of pain in his arm.  Iweila pinched his arm and tried to stop him.  "ThenI will come to pray tomorrow morning" she said softly.

    "You can come alone, but your friend is not necessary." The pastor reluctantly agreed to her request.  "I'm worried that the air and the dust here, the stuff we're breathing out, is tainting His 'truth.'"

    When we walked out of the church, it was completely dark.

    It was another moonless and starless night, and everything was pitch black. Only the dim lights from the houses on both sides of the dirt road illuminated their way.

    Leo and Ivira walked on the muddy ground mixed with ice, moving awkwardly and awkwardly.  We probably looked like two clowns.  He was grateful that they were all in tatters and that the darkness did not hide any prying eyes.  At this point, even muddy roads are bearable.

    Turning a corner, Iweila couldn¡¯t hold it back after all.  "Why did you say that?" she accused him.

    "What kind?"

    "You know it in your heart." She was filled with resentment.  "You deliberately provoked trouble."

    Why is she so stubborn about this?  Li ???Feeling baffled.  Could it be that she still wants to carry out her good deeds and wait here for the attack of the so-called "demons"?  What if the other person never comes here?  Do they have to live here forever?  What a joke.  He is not a stupid good person, and he is not a witcher. He will not be trapped in a place just for a few gossips.  What's more, they have no good intentions and even less sincerity.

    "They don't trust you and me. Do I have to put my hot face on my cold butt?" He snorted disdainfully.  "Evera, we are just travelers and passers-by. We will rest for a few nights and leave after rejuvenating."

    "I know. But"

    "¡­¡­but what?"

    ¡°Something¡¯s not quite right here.¡±

    "I didn't see it." Leo sneered, "I only heard their imagination."

    Eweila stopped and looked at him with a serious expression.  "It's not a fantasy." She said solemnly, "This place is close to the kingdom's capital and adjacent to the Fortress of Despair. Logically speaking, the guards should have inspected this place: several villages have been reduced to tombs of the dead. This is enough for them to send out elites. Kraty  The king of Mu is not the tyrant of Sirisshire.¡±

    "That's just a one-sided rumor."

    "Where are the ruins? Where are the ruins? That can't be faked."

    Leo yawned, barely coping with Yweila's endless evidence and questioning.  He felt that his thoughts could no longer keep up with the rhythm of her words.  He lowered his head and responded vaguely: "Didn't they say heavy snow blocked the road?"

    "Even so," he felt that Iweila's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, hazy, soft and warm, like a lullaby hummed by his mother.  "Mountains cannot stop the Griffin Knights."

    Gryphon Knight?  Those chattering, noisy birdmen?

    Leo pushed open the hotel door, the warmth from the bright fire rushed to his face, and sleepiness surrounded him tightly.  "Maybe it will arrive tomorrow?" He didn't want to talk about this anymore, at least not today.  "Let me go take a nap, Eweila, I'm almost asleep." He forced himself to finish, and then, somehow, he was already lying on the bed covered with thick grass.  The heater was radiating heat at the side. Lu Yuewu's appearance became blurry and looming, and her questions became farther and farther away.  I must be exhausted, he thought, and then fell asleep completely.

    It was already noon the next day when he was awakened by the noise outside the hotel.

    Leo tried to open his eyes.  There was no one in the room, the heater had been extinguished long ago, and the biting mountain breeze kept pouring in through the cracked window, bringing a biting and desperate chill on the ice-snowy mountains.

    The louder noise outside was like a beaten gong urging him to get up. He was so irritated that he just wanted to curse and stuff their mouths with snowballs.  But when he looked out the window - the scenery in front of him made him temporarily forget all his discomfort.  The village is built on the slope at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only hotel here stands on the back of the mountain. The windows of the room face the open tundra, with a vast plain in front of you, and you can seem to see the horizon of the sea at a glance.

    But what he likes most is the wonderful mountain scenery on both sides.

    The midday sun shines on the top of the mountain, forming colorful halos, just like the appearances of gods recorded in classics.  That pastor must be praying for this, right?  Otherwise it will be considered disrespectful.  he thought scornfully.  The stacked, snow-capped peaks in the distance are shrouded in fine mist. The majestic rocks and ice and snow make the peaks on its shoulders look so small.  A majestic cliff is covered with crystal clear ice, and the twenty-foot-tall icicles are like a silent roaring frozen waterfall.  A falcon hovered on the edge of the cliff, spreading its blue wings and soaring in the clear sky.

    However, even the eagle seemed to have heard the noisy noise of the ants on the ground, and flapped its wings without any nostalgia and disappeared behind the mountains.  He could no longer endure in silence.

    Leo put on his coat and got out of bed barefoot.  The stone beneath my feet was cold.  He put his hand on the window sill and looked down.

    The villagers had already gotten up, and smoke was rising from the roofs of every house. But this precious little peace and tranquility was broken by another group of travelers.  They were noisy at the door of the hotel, chattering like women with long tongues.  The militiamen pushed aside the onlookers and squeezed into the crowd, but were roughly pushed by outsiders.

    The alchemist stretched his neck to look, but the moving back of his head blocked all his sight.  He didn't understand where so many people could come from such a remote village.  It was getting more and more noisy outside, as if a fight was about to break out.  He quickly pulled on his boots.

    "Mr. Feifeido!" he shouted from the door.

      To the arakkoa, they are familiar with this place.  Even though they were wearing masks, people here seemed to have gotten used to it.  Therefore, it is best for them to be responsible for protecting the safety of young ladies.

    "Mr. Leo," the leader of the Crow tribe poked his head out of the stairs, "I'm here."

    He seems to have been standing guard there.  Leo buttoned his coat and walked over.  "What's going on outside?" he asked. "It's too noisy."

    Fei Feiduo glanced at the door and whispered to him, "It's a group of refugees." His mask blocked everything, and Leo never saw anything from that cold mask.  "The militia let them in."

    "Huh? Why didn't they stop these guys this time." Leo mocked.

    "It is said that some people know some of them."

    "Then why are there still quarrels?" He said as he looked outside, "Let's go and have a look too."

    "Because the owner of the hotel discovered that there was a dead person among them" Before he could finish, the alchemist who got into the crowd had already seen the source of the noise - a poor guy with his eyes closed tightly, his face was pale, and his body was stained with blood.  .

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